Broken Night

Chapter Five Hundred and Twenty-Four ── Sword Like Drizzle

Li Bufan raised his eyebrows again, and those eyes that looked aloft showed anger for the first time.

He came to Nantianlou with a clear purpose, and he didn't make any cover up.

Since he came downstairs in Nantian, he has begun to cultivate sword intent.

The Li family hundreds of years ago was not a family of tattoo artists. On the contrary, the Li family at that time was famous for its swordsmanship, and it was a famous swordsmanship family in the south. At that time, the swordsmanship family in the south, where was the Huo family and the Xiao family?

Just following the middle generation, the contemporary head of the Li family married a stunning female tattoo artist who was at the peak of the Hundred Marks Realm.

Since then, perhaps because the female cultivator's bloodline is too strong, the direct disciples of the Li family often appear tattoo masters. After several generations, the Li family had already transformed the once-famous swordsmanship into the powerful tattooing technique of tattoo masters.

This is a very difficult task, and it takes a very long time. Just like what Xiao Xue did now, he transformed the Xiao family sword into the method of bow and arrow. In addition to taking time, it also requires various geniuses to improve and perfect.

And this is something that the Li family has never lacked.

Therefore, for hundreds of years, the Li family has always been the family of the four major warlords in the south, a behemoth.

Li Bufan's mother, Li Xian'er, is the most powerful tattoo artist in the Li family besides the head of the family.

So Li Bufan has always been very proud, and he also has the capital to be proud.

Walking up from the bottom floor of Nantian Tower, the sword intent on his body became stronger and stronger as he walked.

When he got here, his condition was unprecedentedly good, and his fighting spirit was unprecedentedly strong.

His next blow will definitely be thunderous.

In the face of such a sword intent, which has accumulated five layers of stairs, the best way to deal with it is to force him down while the sword is still unsheathed, so that he won't have a chance to unsheath it.

And Li Bufan thought so too, he already had all kinds of means in his mind to deal with Jin Qianji's first mover.

but.

Jin Qianji was very calm and even politely asked him to take the shot first.

Li Bufan knew that Jin Qianji must have known the sword intent he had cultivated for a long time, but there was only one reason why he still invited him to take the lead—Jin Qianji never cared.

This result made Li Bufan very angry.

The white robe on his body is automatic without wind, and the folding fan has been inserted back into his waist again at some point.

Instead, it was a small sword the size of a palm.

This small sword is emerald green like jade.

If anyone who is familiar with the Li family is here, they will be extremely surprised.

Because the small sword in his hand is one of the treasures passed down from generation to generation in the Li family [Jade Intention Sword]. Its status is the same as Zuojia's [Ink Dragon Armor].

This treasure was made by the tattoo master girl who used to be in the Li family, and then placed it in the Li family's sword pavilion for many years to contain sword intent. I have never heard that the Li family would take this treasure out. But now Li Bufan not only took it out, but looking at the aura between him and the jade sword, it was obvious that he had made this sword his life treasure!

Once it becomes a Noble Phantasm, it means that no one can use this treasure until Li Bufan's death!

When Li Bufan sacrificed the Noble Phantasm, the sword intent on his body was already extremely strong.

With that strong sword intent and his tattoo strength, the void pattern became countless silver thin swords, dozens or hundreds of them. If it weren't for the enhancement of the Noble Phantasm, Li Bufan would not be able to condense into so many lines!

I saw that he was holding the small jade sword in his hand tightly, but it was like holding an invisible long sword.

It is precisely because after breaking through the Xiantian Palace, Li Bufan created the life pattern [Drizzle Sword], which was given to the [Jade Intention Sword] as a Noble Phantasm by the contemporary patriarch, his grandfather.

Holding the sword and slashing in the air, it is a drizzle of rain.

The silver rapiers that filled the entire six floors seemed to be ordered, swarming from all directions.

The target is Jin Qianji!

…………

Boom!

With such a loud noise and the whole Nantian Tower shaking, even the drunk Zhou Zhong opened his eyes and shouted, "Earthquake! Earthquake! Earthquake! Earth..." Halfway through, An Que, who was also a little dazed next to him, knocked Zhou Zhong's neck with a knife, knocking him unconscious: "It's so noisy!"

It was just that the corner of his eyes swept over to Xu Yan who was beside him, only to find that Xu Yan still looked up with a calm expression and drank wine, and shouted in relief, "Good wine!"

As An Que, who also obtained the Crown Prince's Order, how could he not know that the fluctuation of the pattern power below is Li Bufan?

He has not played against Li Bufan less often. Li Bufan's strength has really changed a lot in the past four years. Compared with the previous year, he is many times stronger, and even he is not sure of winning. But looking at Xu Yan's reaction, is he not worried?

Moments after the roar from below, a footstep came from the stairs.

Except for Huang Qiuye, Zhou Zhong, who had passed out after drinking, and Xu Yan, who still raised their heads and drank. Everyone else looked subconsciously.

With black hair fluttering, the young man came up with two jars of wine in his hands, with an apologetic smile on his face: "It's been a long wait."

Xu Yan didn't even look at it, and put the jar in his hand on the ground. It turned out that he just drank the jar.

He stretched out his hand, and Jin Qianchun threw the wine jar in his hand.

An Que's face was solemn, Li Bai's face was full of fighting spirit, Zuo Kuanglan's face was shocked, and Zuo Chengzhe's face showed consolation. Anyway, the stronger the people around Xu Yan, the safer it is.

…………

Li Bufan was lying on the floor of the fifth floor with big characters, staring blankly at the ceiling.

There was a huge hole in the ceiling on the fifth floor, right where he was lying on the floor.

His white clothes, which had always been spotless, were in tatters, and he was no longer graceful, more like some old clothes that a beggar picked up from an alley and discarded by a son of a certain noble family. It's just that he didn't have the mind to pay attention to it at the moment.

His eyes seemed to still see the incredible scene just now.

Facing himself with all his strength, he only saw a mountain appear out of thin air.

The moment the mountain appeared, it was already above his head.

His eyes were full of disbelief and madness. He couldn't imagine why such a huge pattern could be condensed in one breath. What kind of line scribing speed is this? This can't be the realm of a pattern!

But he didn't care so much, the countless rapiers that were going to hit Jin Qianji wanted to block the mountain.

In the end, the mountain still fell, smashing those silver rapiers into pieces, and also slammed his body down abruptly.

He knew that if Jin Qianji didn't let go, he could have killed him just now.

Then, he remembered the big mountain just now.

Naturally, he didn't know that the appearance of the mountain was the mysterious Daqing Mountain, where the clouds were nowhere to be seen. He just knew that there was only one possibility for the speed of the lines to condense.

Jin Qianji has already broken through the ten-pattern realm, or he already has the combat power of the ten-pattern realm.

But what's the difference between the former and the latter?

Is this why he doesn't care about himself?

Also, the realm of the ten-pattern realm faces the provocation of the tattoo master of the one-pattern realm.

At this moment, Li Bufan wanted to laugh. But he also felt very sad.

So he smiled wryly, and unwilling tears fell from the corners of his eyes, mixed with the countless sawdust around him, becoming the price of insolence.