Chapter 7: Don't be afraid, a son will support you

The death of the three Confucian scholars did not attract much attention.
之上 On top of the city today, both sides are fighting each other.
Moreover, Ning Zhao's shot, almost just to resolve the battle between the electric light flint, understated, like a dragonfly biting water.
的 Ningzhao, who has the blessing of aura, entered the realm of sect master and martial arts. Even if the mastery of the aura is not perfect, killing second-class martial arts is still easy.
Shocking colors appeared in Zhe Yiyue's eyes, too strong, sister Ning Zhao became too strong!
He is stronger and more powerful than the ordinary Grandmaster Wu Ren.
If Xun changed her, in front of Ning Zhao, she was afraid that she could not stop a sword.
Ni Yuqiao's face turned red, holding the umbrella handle in both hands, eyes widened ... Okay, amazing!
Lu Lufan was sitting in a wheelchair without any expression on his face.
He was not used to seeing murder at first, but ...
Sooner or later, get used to it.
After entering the countryside and following the customs, living in troubled times, he has to get used to the rules of troubled times.
"Son, if you don't want to see blood, just cover your eyes."
Zhao Ning Zhao Qingsi fell, her pretty face bowed slightly, and in Lu Fan's ear, she said lightly.
Lu Fanyi smiled and smiled.
"Your son, not so vulnerable."
"Sister Ning, take me to the city."
"Yiyue, go and open the gate."
Lu Lufan patted the thin woolen blanket on his knee, said.
"喏."
Wu Ningzhao smiled gently.
Zhe Yiyue's eyes flickered sharply, a long whip fluttered, blood rushed, and ejected from the stacked corpses.
Lu Lufan twisted his head, glanced at Ni Yu who happened to be staring at him, and raised his palm and smiled.
"Little Ni, hold up your umbrella."
"The handsome man, who has nowhere to rest, can't shine the sun."
Push Ning Zhao Yi of the wheelchair.
Ni Yu rolled her eyes, son ... so shameless.
From the bottom of the city, you have to go up to the city. There is no swaying for wheelchairs. There are only narrow stairs that can only pass by one person.
At this moment, on this ladder, there are corpses lying in a row.
"Son, sit still."
Wu Ningzhao urged.
Lu Lu raised an eyebrow.
The next moment, Ning Zhaosu patted his hand on the back of the wheelchair, stepped on his feet, and the hanging white veil suddenly rolled.
I actually held a wheelchair and stepped on the stairs, as if vacated.
Just a few steps up the city.
Ni Niyu quickly closed the umbrella, and Humming climbed the stairs to follow.
I was so frustrated that Ni Yu was also suffering. She vowed that after today, she must work hard to practice martial arts.
Wooden wheels fell to the ground and made a crisp sound when they collided with ancient bricks in the city.
Actually, the battle over the city has almost ended.
The two sides did not decide a victory or defeat, they are facing each other.
Luo Lukong ’s trusted military general Luo Yue led the soldiers guarding the city and the army of the three great families, each forming a camp on the city.
Nian Er Ning Zhao landed on the head of the city and emerged from the ladder. It appeared exactly at the front of the opposing sides, in the direction of the three major families.
出现 This appearance, accidentally, became the focus of the audience.
The atmosphere became a little weird and awkward for a while.
The air was filled with blood and swords.
The forces on both sides were staring a little bit wrongly.
"Oh, son, sister Ning ... wait for Xiao Ni."
Ni Yu held the umbrella in one hand, and the other side was clumsily, and climbed up the stone ladder to the head of the city panting.
After reaching the city head, Xiao Ni's umbrella tipped to the ground, holding her waist in one hand, and sighed first.
Suddenly she climbed dozens of steps to head up the city, but it ruined her.
"Little Lord!"
Suddenly.
A loud hissing sound rang through, and Ni Yu shook her hand, scaringly tossed her umbrella out.
Among the subordinates of Lu Changkong, a military general holding a blood-stained sword issued a screaming yell, with a horror and despair in the roar.
自然 They naturally recognize Lu Fan, the son of Lu Changkong, and their young master.
However, the young master was physically impaired, his lower body was paralyzed, and it was difficult to walk. At this moment he actually appeared above the city head.
The city today is extremely dangerous, and it has almost become a world Shura field.
The three great families betrayed Beiluo City, and their faces were completely torn. Does Lu Fan appear at the front of the three great families?
On the other side, the strong men of the three great families also exulted after the gods.
"This is not Lu Changkong's only son, Lu Jia's ?!"
"Hahaha! Grab him, and the control of Beiluo is in our hands!"
"Be careful, Lu Changkong's niece for his baby son is a first-class martial artist!"
Uh ...
In the camps of the three great families, many Confucian warriors have brightened their eyes.
Huh!
Alas, this hustle and bustle only experienced a moment.
Above Wucheng's head, it was full of qi and blood shock shocks. In the three big family camps, there were martial arts rushing out, like beasts smelling blood.
On the other side, Lu Changkong's trusted generals quickly rushed out to protect Lu Fan.
For a while, Lufan became the goal of both sides.
However, Lu Fan, who accidentally became the target, was very calm.
Although the shocking blood and blood made him look slightly red, but he was not panicked at all, and the temperament should be controlled.
"Xiao Ni, hold an umbrella."
Qi Lufan supported his chin with one hand, and put it on the blanket covering his thigh with one hand, said.
Ni Yu hurriedly opened the umbrella, holding the umbrella handle tightly, shaking her legs to shade Lu Fan.
"The three great families, in collusion with the enemy, shall be guilty of guilt."
"Behead its head, and show the public by hanging the city."
Lu Lu looked at the rushing Wuren, coldly.
Words fall.
Xu Ning's gaze was like a torch, and he moved instantly, a sword as thin as a cicada wing, once again ejected from the sheath of the hand pushing the wheelchair.
"Semi-paralyzed cripple, full of pretentiousness!"
Three family camps.
The first-class military man who slaughtered and laughed dismissively.
人 This person is the Chen family owner Chen He from the three great families. He once worshiped the Confucianism and Taoism under his Majesty. He is like a Confucian student today, but today he looks awful.
Zhe Ningzhao is indifferent like thousands of years of ice, and the lotus step moves lightly.
Chen Chen didn't relax, Ning Zhao is undoubtedly Lu Changkong's first-class martial arts servant to protect Lu Fan.
Qi Ningzhao and Chen He were extremely fast, and the two approached quickly.
Tong Tong is a first-class martial artist. Chen He is a male and has an advantage, so he has a good idea.
Lu Changkong's cronies, Luo Yue, rushed to the front, blocking Lu Fan.
Gaze stared at the battle at the front.
next moment.
His eyes narrowed suddenly.
Xuan Jianguang passed like a shooting star.
The battle ended so quickly that everyone unexpected.
Chen He collided with Ning Zhao.
He could only hear the sound of a body burst, Chen He was shocked in his heart, but saw that the breath of Ningzhao soared in an instant, soaring like a cicada-winged sword, and the power that erupted was like a hammer.
鹤 Chen He burst into a tiger's mouth, and the sword in his hand collapsed.
He did not scream and was beheaded with a sword.
The first stage soared into the sky, was shot back by Ning Zhao's sword, and rolled down like a ball to the foot of military general Luo Yue.
Chen He's body was struck by Ning Zhao and dropped aside.
Kill first-class martial arts with one stroke.
Xuan Ningzhao seemed to have done something trivial.
Qianlian Bu stepped on the city's head, and in her gorgeous body, her body burst with abnormal noises.
Immediately approached the other two owners of the three great families to leave.
"Grandmaster Takeshi ?!"
"Crazy! Lu Changkong, this lunatic!"
"Let a guru be your niece? Lu Changkong, you old pussy!"
The instant death of the owner of the Chen family suddenly made the others in the three great families sober.
They are frightened, they scold.
The other two homeowners turned around and ran away.
From the point of view of Ning Zhao's ability to kill Chen He, he is not an ordinary master!
Xi Ningzhao held a sword as thin as a cicada's wings, and under his eyes, a ray of cold mang flickered by.
"My son sentenced you to die today."
"Then obediently die."
Xu Ningzhao said.
The next moment, a light blue aura in Dantian's lower abdomen swam across the body.
The speed of the blasting shot suddenly accelerated, and in the narrow aisle walkway, they flew over the guards of the three great families and overtook the two fleeing family members.
Huh!
The blood column rushed to the sky.
The cicada winged the sword and patted it. The two first-levels were like Chen He's first-level and rolled down to Luo Yue's feet, neatly and neatly.
As for the two corpses, they fell weakly.
Gaocheng head.
Wu Ningzhao held a cicada-wing sword in her hand, a long gauze skirt, green silk spread out, and she was exquisite.
The soldiers and soldiers on the head of Tancheng were terrified.
The strong master of the sect, can cross the armies, take the enemy first.
Now ... they saw it with their own eyes.
Xun Ningzhao walked with his sword, the tip of the sword was bleeding, and he walked out from the soldiers of the three great families, and went straight back to Lu Fan in a wheelchair.
No one dares to stop.
Above the city tower, the raven was silent.
Luo Luoyue looked at the three neatly arranged heads under his feet, a little embarrassed.
Wu Ningzhao has this girl peony?
Why is he so strong?
此时 At this moment, Beiluo is down.
Creak.
The deafening sound sounded.
The closed city gate was opened by Yiyue.
Although the city gate is heavy, after all, Yiyue is a second-class martial artist. Qi and blood penetrate the whole body, opening a gap in the heavy dullness.
Outside the city.
Qiu Lu lay aloft on the horse's back. From the flying horse's mane, he saw the gap of the opened city gate, his eyes were instantly bright.
The sound of the horse's hoof is fast.
He turned into a shadow.
"On!"
Lu Changkong burst into a drink.
He stomped on the horse's back, his body soared out, and he shot the heavy city gate with one palm.
The torso body is like a flexible monkey who drills into the city against the gate.
And the sweaty BMW also rushed into the city gate with the sound of horseshoes. When the sweaty BMW entered the city, Lu Changkong fell on the ground, turned around, retracted the lunge, and patted his palms on the door. His clothes and armor were blown up by the impact.
Huh!
Wucheng gate was forcibly closed.
"Drop the bolt!"
Lu Changkong low road.
I waited a long time ago, and Yi Yue, who was flushed with the blood of the Grandmaster, flashed his eyes, his hand was loosened, and the heavy gate plug fell, and the entire body collapsed to the ground.
The moment of the moment.
Four martial arts masters attacked and fell together.
He was hit on the heavy gate.
The city gate made a loud noise, but it couldn't break the city gate.
Qi Lu Changkong has a burly body, with a red upper body, standing behind the city gate, and staring at the body of a trusted general who was pierced by a spear and kneeling on the ground.
狮 Feng Shi came with excited excitement.
Xun just saw Lu Changkong's entry into the city, and he burst into tears and burst into tears.
干 "Go! This has been escaped!"
"Fuck, Lu Pifu, Wang Ba's thing!"
"Hurry up and hand over your paralyzed and innocent son, Lao Tzu's soldiers are waiting to spoil him!"
Feng Shi Lema, riding on horseback, cursing again and again.
He intends to stir Lu Changkong out again with dirty words.
I ca n’t… But it ’s a pity.
After the city gate, nothing happened.
Feng Shiqi's temple agitated endlessly, his eyes full of anger, and he continued to face the city wall, swearing constantly, all kinds of dirty words, pouring out continuously.
Uh ...
Above the city tower.
I listened to the scolding of Feng Shi below.
Lu Lufan covered his chest again and hummed.
He is angry, he wants to be coaxed.
Ning Zhao eyes fixed.
She patted her hand on the backrest of the wheelchair.
The sword, thin as a cicada, popped up again.
"The son is angry, the slave is going to breathe for the son."
Pu Ningzhao said, "How does the son want him to die?"
Lu Fan's eyes narrowed, one hand covered his chest, and the other smoothed the wrinkles on the blanket.
"Cut your legs, and come up to the city, son ... I will do it myself."
Lu Fandao.
Ning Zhao Yi 愣, then smiled like a peach blossom.
"喏."
"Go, if those masters want to stop, they will be cut off."
Lu Lu chuckled, raised her hand, and patted gently on Ningzhao's soft and slender waist.
莫 "Don't be afraid, some son will support you ..."
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