Swordplay, is this even worthy?

The bloodstains on the long street had not yet dried, and the surrounding crowd had already dispersed.

Collapsed stalls, scattered vegetable leaves...

A desolate scene.

At the end of the long street.

Four figures dressed in black robes, carrying sword sheaths and wearing bamboo hats, slowly approached.

They were different from the ordinary disciples of the Qingyi Sword Faction. They wore black robes and carried Huangliwood sword sheaths, each hiding at least three swords.

In the sword faction, hiding three swords meant being a Grandmaster.

The strength of these four people was indeed formidable, not weaker than Han Lianxiao, the previous Daoist leader.

Behind them, there were squads of iron-blooded soldiers wielding long knives, chasing after them.

However, the four sword masters had extremely fast speed. Even though they were walking, the running soldiers couldn't catch up to them.

The goal of these four masters was simple: capture the thief first and capture the king.

The target was Beiluo City, and they had been hiding in a secluded place outside the city.

After receiving information from one of the Seven Heroes of the Sword Faction, Jing Yue, they immediately rushed to the city.

Beiluo's young lord, Lu Ping'an, had gone crazy and initiated a massacre, completely breaking the rules of the game.

This prevented them from making any slow plans against Beiluo; they had to choose the most risky method.

In fact, even as grandmasters, it was extremely dangerous for them to enter the city and kill Lu Fan directly.

After all, once they were surrounded and attacked by the army, it was very likely that they would die on the spot.

Therefore, they chose a quick battle strategy. They would directly infiltrate the enemy's camp using their fastest speed, defeat and capture Lu Fan, and then escape.

As long as they weren't surrounded by the army, with the strength of the seven heroes of the Sword Faction, they could definitely escape.

The sword faction was proficient in assassination techniques.

The swordsmen of their faction pursued a sense of justice and revenge, going straight to the point.

In the midst of the mortal world, they would escape.

The sun was setting in the west.

The sky gradually darkened, with a sense of gloom and killing sweeping over the long street.

Yue pushed the wheelchair, and the sound of wooden wheels rolling on blue bricks echoed.

Lu Fan, dressed in a white robe, sat in the wheelchair, supporting his chin with one hand, his sideburns falling on his cheeks.

Ni Yu anxiously carried the chessboard, pouting and staring ahead.

Nie Changqing held a butcher knife, his face cold and solemn, walking slowly, accumulating power with each step.

He knew...

There would be a difficult battle ahead.

Luo Cheng escorted important members of the three major clans.

Liu Ye, Zhu Yishan, and others had pale faces mixed among the crowd.

Chen Beixun's eyes were lifeless. He lowered his head, his beautiful beard already extremely dirty. His body trembled slightly, showing how frightened he was.

The Chen Clan was gone...

The Liu and Zhu Clans were also gone. The ironclad clans were uprooted just like that.

Lu Fan's ruthlessness and decisiveness once again impacted his mind.

He had thought that with Lu Changkong's absence, Lu Fan would be restrained. But he was wrong.

Lu Changkong leaving the city for the capital only made Lu Fan even more unscrupulous and reckless...

The three major clans were raided directly. The important members of over thirty large and small businesses were all killed by Lu Fan's wave of his hand, leaving none alive.

It was a bloody day.

Even the masters of the sword faction died tragically.

Chen Beixun numbly raised his head.

He looked towards the four grandmasters slowly approaching at the end of the long street, wearing bamboo hats.

There was no excitement, no hope.

He had given up on the sword faction in his heart.

Previously at Beiluo Lake, the grandmasters fled without even fighting.

Now, at Chen Mansion, the grandmaster swordsmen once again struck the walls, swiftly retreating...

The two escapes of the grandmasters shattered his heart.

His heart was dead, and he no longer held any hope for the sword faction.

The long wind howled.

 The lingering twilight of the setting sun scattered on the long street, like the last brilliance of a coal stone in the furnace.

No lengthy opening, no unnecessary words.

Both sides knew each other's intentions.

"I've been waiting, why hasn't Jing Yue shown up?"

The leader, wearing a hat and with five hidden swords in his sword sheath, frowned.

The other three were also puzzled.

"Forget it, let's not wait for him... Our target is Lu Ping'an, the son of Lu Changkong in the wheelchair."

"I'll stop Nie Zhangqing from the Dao Sect..."

"When you make your move, go for the kill and then regroup outside the city."

The leader's voice was hoarse and solemn.

The words fell.

The sword tips of the four men's swords all touched the green stone pavement of the long street.

An ear-piercing friction sound arose, and sparks flew.

The speed of the four swordsmen became faster and faster, their blood and qi surging, making strange sounds.

A strong gale blew, lifting sand and vegetable leaves from the ground.

The stalls of the fallen vendors were blown far away by the force of the wind.

"Attack!"

The leader of the swordsmen shouted in a low voice!

Clang!

The Huangli Wood sword sheaths behind the four men trembled.

The hidden swords were all ejected.

The four swordsmen rotated their bodies in place with precision and order, kicking the handles of the flying swords with their feet.

In addition to the main swords they held, the remaining nine swords flew straight towards Lu Fanfei.

...

"The Seven Heroes of the Sword Sect... Flying Sword Technique."

A low and hoarse voice sounded.

Lu Fan slightly turned his face and found that there was a hunchbacked figure beside him, hidden in the darkness.

Old Huang had appeared for the first time in front of Lu Fan. Lu Changkong had asked him to protect Lu Fan. Now that Lu Fan was in great danger, he had no choice but to appear.

Lu Fan's expression was calm. When his soul strength strengthened, he had already sensed Old Huang's presence.

"A master of the One Sound Pavilion, hiding in anonymity to protect oneself..."

Lu Fan sighed.

Lu Changkong was truly good to his son.

If a master powerhouse like Old Huang joined the defense of Beiluo City, the three major families would have thought twice before betraying.

Unfortunately, in this battle, one master of the One Sound Pavilion was not enough.

Old Huang noticed that Lu Fan showed no surprise or astonishment at his appearance, which surprised him a bit.

Yue Ni and Ni Yu had already been stunned, and Yue Ni even had her hand on her long whip at her waist.

Old Huang didn't explain, he just wrapped his hunched figure in his black robe, tense.

His eyes stared ahead, fixedly watching the flying swords approaching.

The Sword Sect's Flying Sword Technique...

He might be able to sacrifice himself and block one sword for the Young Master...

Sitting in the wheelchair, Lu Fan's gaze fell on the flying long swords. The corner of his mouth lifted slightly, "Flying Sword Technique... Is that supposed to impress me?"

Nie Zhangqing stepped forward.

The nine flying swords caused Nie Zhangqing's robe to rustle. He held the pig-killing knife in his hand, his gaze sharp, and his hair flying.

His blood and qi trembled.

Then, he let out a low roar.

He swung the pig-killing knife.

Spiritual energy surged out from within the Qi Dan, coupled with Five Roars of Blood and Qi, as if carrying the momentum of thunder.

"Imperial Knife!"

The spiritual energy entangled on the pig-killing knife.

Old Nie let go, and the pig-killing knife immediately flew out, cutting down the nine swords in one strike!

The faces of the four swordsmen of the Sword Sect were hidden under their hats, and their expressions couldn't be seen clearly.

Their sword tips scraped across the blue bricks, their steps quickened, and they rushed towards Nie Zhangqing.

Everything became extremely urgent.

However...

For Lu Fan sitting in the wheelchair.

At this moment, time seemed to slow down countless times, flowing slowly.

The pig-killing knife collided with the nine swords, while Lu Fan calmly received the chessboard from Ni Yu's hand.

Nie Zhangqing and the four swordsmen had blood and qi surging within them, while Lu Fan leisurely placed the chessboard on his thigh, taking the opportunity to wipe his mouth with a sigh.

Two swords passed through the pig-killing knife and flew towards him. Old Huang glared angrily, while Lu Fan's face remained tranquil as white jade. His slender fingers calmly picked up a black piece from the chess box.

In the sky, at the moment when the last ray of sunlight disappeared and the light and darkness intertwined.

Lu Fan rolled up his sleeves, and strands of spiritual energy around his wheelchair rose like waves.

With a snap, he elegantly placed the black piece.

The moment the piece landed on the chessboard.

Around the wheelchair, waves of spiritual energy formed shockwaves that radiated outwards, scattering into the air.

An invisible pressure instantly filled the surroundings.

The moment the piece landed.

The sky and earth fell silent, and the flying swords froze in the air.

On the long street.

The four swordsmen who were fighting Nie Zhangqing suddenly exploded under their hats, their pupils contracted in astonishment, and their hair scattered.

The air seemed to solidify and compress, transforming into towering peaks that smashed into their bodies.

All four of them groaned.

Their sword tips pressed against the ground, and they knelt down on one knee!