Building The Ultimate Fantasy

Chapter 7 Don't be afraid, there is a son backing you

The death of the three aristocratic Confucian scholars did not attract too many people's attention.

On the top of the city today, the two sides are fighting each other, with swords and swords, and clanging sounds, endlessly.

What's more, Ning Zhao made a move, and the battle was almost resolved in a flash, which is an understatement, like a superficial touch.

Ning Zhao, who is blessed with spiritual energy, has entered the realm of a master warrior, even if he does not have a perfect grasp of spiritual energy, he can still kill second-rate warriors with ease.

Shock appeared in Yiyue's eyes, she was too strong, sister Ning Zhao became too strong!

Stronger and more powerful than ordinary master warriors.

If it were her, she probably wouldn't be able to block a sword in front of Ning Zhao.

Ni Yuqiao's face flushed red, she held the handle of the umbrella with both hands, her eyes widened...Okay, that's amazing!

Lu Fan sat in a wheelchair without any expression on his face.

He was not used to killing people for the first time, but...

Sooner or later you have to get used to it.

Do as the Romans do, and live in troubled times, you have to get used to the rules of troubled times.

"My lord, if you don't want to see blood, just cover your eyes."

Ning Zhao's blue hair drooped, her pretty face slightly bent down, and whispered in Lu Fan's ear.

Lu Fan was taken aback, then smiled.

"Your son is not that fragile."

"Sister Ning, take me to the top of the city."

"Yiyue, go and open the city gate."

Lu Fan patted the thin wool blanket on his knees lightly, and said.

"Here."

Ning Zhao smiled gently.

Yiyue's eyes flashed sharply, and with a flick of the long whip, blood surged and ejected from the stacked corpses.

Lu Fan turned his head, glanced at Ni Yu who happened to be staring at him, clapped his hands and smiled lightly.

"Xiao Ni, hold up your umbrella."

"Young master, this handsome guy who has nowhere to put him, can't shine in the sun."

Ning Zhao who was pushing the wheelchair was startled.

Ni Yu rolled his eyes, son... so shameless.

From the bottom of the city to the top of the city, there is no sloping slope for wheelchairs to go up, only narrow stairs that can only be used by one person.

At this moment, on this staircase, corpses were scattered all over the place.

"Young master, sit still."

Ning Zhao exhorted.

Lu Fan raised his eyebrows.

The next moment, Ning Zhaosu patted the back of the wheelchair with her hand, and took a step with her little feet, the white veil that was hanging down immediately rolled up.

Actually holding a wheelchair, stepping on the steps, as if flying into the air.

It took a few steps to get to the top of the city.

Ni Yu quickly closed the umbrella, humming and chichi climbing the stairs to follow.

Such tossing made Ni Yu feel bitter. She vowed that after today, she must work hard to practice martial arts.

The wooden wheels hit the ground, making a crisp sound when they collided with the ancient bricks of the city.

In fact, the battle on the top of the city has almost ended.

The two sides did not decide a winner, they were both confronting each other.

Luo Yue, Lu Changkong's trusted general, led the soldiers defending the city and the armies of the three major families, forming camps on the top of the city.

And Ningzhao took Lu Fan up to the top of the city, and came out from the stairs, just in front of the opposing sides, in the direction of the troops of the three great families.

This appearance, accidentally, became the focus of the audience.

The atmosphere became a little weird and awkward for a while.

Blood and swords were in the air.

Both forces stared in astonishment.

"Ouch, young master, sister Ning...wait for Xiao Ni."

Ni Yu held the umbrella in one hand, and clumsily climbed the stone ladder to the top of the city panting with the other hand.

After reaching the top of the city, Xiao Ni touched the ground with the tip of her umbrella, supported her back with one hand, and took a breath first.

Climbing dozens of steps to the top of the city in one breath, she was overwhelmed.

"Little Lord!"

suddenly.

A shrill hiss resounded through, and Ni Yu's hands shook in fright,

I almost threw away the umbrella in my hand.

Among Lu Changkong's confidantes, a military general holding a blood-stained long sword let out a roar with fear and despair in his roar.

Naturally, they all knew Lu Fan, the son of Lu Changkong, their young master.

However, the young master was physically impaired, his lower body was paralyzed, and it was difficult for him to walk. At this moment, he unexpectedly appeared on the top of the city.

Today's city is extremely dangerous, and it has almost become a Shura field in the world.

The three aristocratic families betrayed Beiluo City and completely tore their face apart. Lu Fan's appearance at the front of the army of the three aristocratic families was equivalent to a sheep entering the tiger's mouth!

On the other side, the powerhouses of the three great families also burst into ecstasy after being dazed.

"Isn't this Lu Changkong's only son, the cripple of the Lu family?!"

"Hahaha! Grab him, and the control of Beiluo City will be in our hands!"

"Be careful, the maid Lu Changkong gave his precious son is a top-notch warrior!"

...

In the camp of the three aristocratic families, many Confucian warriors' eyes lit up.

Boom!

However, the uproar lasted only a moment.

On the top of the city, there was a shock of energy and blood. Among the camps of the three aristocratic families, warriors rushed out, like beasts that smelled of blood.

On the other side, Lu Changkong's trusted generals rushed out to protect Lu Fan.

For a while, Lu Fan became the target of both sides.

However, Lu Fan, who was accidentally targeted, remained calm.

Although the vibrating energy and blood made his complexion slightly flushed, but he didn't panic at all, and he still had to handle his temperament well.

"Xiao Ni, hold an umbrella."

Lu Fan propped his chin with one hand, and rested the other on the blanket covering his thighs, and said.

Ni Yu hurriedly opened the umbrella in a hurry, hugged the handle tightly, and shaded Lu Fan with trembling legs.

"Three great aristocratic families colluded with the enemy, and their crimes should be punished."

"Behead his head and hang his head on the wall to show the public."

Lu Fan looked at the rushing warrior and said coldly.

Words fell.

Ning Zhao's gaze was like a torch, and he moved in an instant. The long sword, as thin as a cicada's wing, was ejected from the sheath from the handle of the wheelchair again.

"A mere half-paralyzed cripple is full of airs!"

The camp of the three great families.

The first-class warrior who came here smiled disdainfully.

This person is Chen He, the patriarch of the Chen family among the three great families. He once studied Confucianism and Taoism under the command of the national teacher. He usually looks like a Confucian student, but today he looks hideous and terrifying.

Ning Zhao was as indifferent as ten thousand years of ice, moving lightly with lotus steps.

Chen He didn't relax either. Ning Zhao was undoubtedly the first-class warrior maid Lu Changkong assigned to Lu Fan to protect him.

Ning Zhao and Chen He were extremely fast, and they approached quickly.

He is also a first-class warrior, but Chen He has an advantage because he is a man, so he is confident.

Luo Yue, Lu Changkong's confidant general, rushed to stand in front of Lu Fan.

Gazing at the battle at the front.

next moment.

His eyes suddenly shrank.

The sword light streaked across like a shooting star.

The battle ended so quickly, beyond everyone's expectations.

Chen He collided with Ning Zhao.

Hearing the strange sound of his body exploding, Chen He was shocked in an instant, but saw Ning Zhao's aura soaring rapidly in an instant.

Chen He's tiger's mouth exploded, and the sword in his hand collapsed.

Before even uttering a scream, he was beheaded by a sword.

The head soared to the sky, was slapped flying by the back of Ning Zhao's sword, and rolled down to the feet of general Luo Yue like a rubber ball.

And Chen He's body was kicked by Ning Zhao and fell to the side.

One move to kill first-class warriors.

Ning Zhao seemed to have done a trivial thing.

The lotus step was lightly stepped on the top of the city, and in the delicate and beautiful body, the body exploded and roared again and again.

Straight to the other two patriarchs of the three great families.

"Grandmaster warrior?!"

"Crazy! Lu Changkong is crazy!"

"Let a grandmaster be your maid? Lu Changkong, you bastard!"

The instant death of Patriarch Chen woke up the rest of the three great families.

They were terrified, they cursed.

The other two patriarchs, seeing that the situation was not good, turned around and wanted to escape.

Judging from Ning Zhao's ability to kill Chen He, he was no ordinary master!

Ning Zhao held a sword as thin as a cicada's wing, and a ray of coldness flickered under his eyes.

"Young Master sentenced you to die today."

"Then obediently die."

Ning Zhao said.

The next moment, in the lower abdomen of Dantian, a ray of light blue spiritual energy traveled through the whole body.

The speed of the blast suddenly accelerated, and in the narrow aisle of the city tower, it flew over the guards of the three major families and caught up with the two fleeing family heads.

Pooh!

The blood column soared into the sky.

The Cicada Wing Sword patted lightly, and the two bloody heads, like Chen He's, rolled down to Luo Yue's feet neatly.

As for the two corpses, they fell powerlessly.

Above the head of the city.

Ning Zhao is holding the cicada-winged sword in her hand, wearing a long light gauze dress with loose blue silk, she is magnificent.

The warriors and soldiers on the top of the city were terrified.

A strong master can cross thousands of armies and take the head of the enemy general.

Now...they saw it with their own eyes.

Ning Zhao walked with the sword in his hand, the tip of the sword was dripping blood, walked out from the soldiers of the three great families, and went straight behind Lu Fan who was sitting in the wheelchair.

No one dares to stop.

Above the city tower, there was no sound.

Looking at the three neatly arranged heads under his feet, Luo Yue was a little dazed.

Ning Zhao, is this girl on drugs?

Why are you so strong?

And at this very moment, under the city of Beiluo.

crunch.

There was a deafening sound.

The closed city gate was opened by Yi Yue.

Although the city gate was heavy, Yi Yue was a second-rate warrior after all, her energy and blood flowed through her whole body, opening a gap in the heavy dullness.

outside the city.

Lu Changkong lay on the horse's back, and his eyes lit up when he saw the opening of the city gate through the flying horse's mane.

The sound of hoofbeats is fast.

Turned into a bloody shadow.

"open!"

Lu Changkong shouted loudly.

Stepping on the horse's back, the body soared out, and slapped the heavy city gate with a palm, opening the gap of the city gate even more forcefully.

The body is like a nimble monkey, sticking to the city gate and sneaking into the city.

And that bloody horse also rushed into the city gate accompanied by the sound of horseshoes. At the moment the bloody horse entered the city, Lu Changkong, who landed on the ground, turned around, retreated into a lunge, and slapped his palms on the door. His clothes and armor were blown apart by the impact.

Boom!

The city gate was forcibly closed.

"Drop the bolt!"

Lu Changkong said in a low voice.

While waiting for a long time, Yi Yue, whose face was flushed by the guru's blood, eyes flickered, and the long whip in her hand was loosened, and the heavy city gate bolt fell, her whole body went limp, and she collapsed powerlessly on the ground.

The nick of time.

The four master warriors attacked together.

They all hit the heavy city gates.

The city gate made a loud noise, but it couldn't break the city gate.

Lu Changkong had a burly body with bare upper body, standing behind the city gate with his back, staring at the body of the trusted general who was pierced by a spear and knelt on the ground, his face was gloomy.

Feng Shi came riding his horse with a full face of excitement.

Just in time to see the scene of Lu Changkong entering the city, he immediately cursed in frustration.

"Damn! This is all escaped!"

"Damn it, Lu Pifu, that bastard thing!"

"Hand over your white and tender paralyzed son quickly, my soldiers are waiting to pamper him!"

Feng Shi reined in his horse, rode on the horse's back, and cursed again and again.

He planned to use foul language to provoke Lu Changkong again.

But...it's a pity.

Behind the city gate, there was no movement.

Feng Shiqi's temples were agitated, and he glared angrily. He continued to face the city wall, swearing constantly, and pouring out all kinds of obscenities.

...

Above the city tower.

Listen to Feng Shi's scolding below.

Lu Fan covered his chest again, moaning.

He is so angry, he wants someone to coax him.

Ning Zhao stared.

Su patted the handle on the back of the wheelchair.

The sword, as thin as a cicada's wing, popped out again.

"The young master is not angry, the servant girl will go to calm down for the young master."

Ning Zhao said: "Young Master, how do you want him to die?"

Lu Fan narrowed his eyes, covered his chest with one hand, and smoothed out the wrinkles on the thin blanket with the other.

"Cut off both legs, and come to the city captive, my son... I will do it myself."