Broken Night - Chapter 530

[Chapter Five Hundred and Twenty Four ── Sword Like Drizzle]

Broken Night

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Chapter Five Hundred and Twenty-Four – Jian Ru Drizzle

Li Bufan’s eyebrows were raised again, and those eyes that were aloof and arrogant showed anger for the first time.

He came to Nantianlou with a clear purpose, and he didn’t hide it.

Since he came to Nantian Downstairs, 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?

It’s just that with 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 difficult task, and it takes an extremely 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 what 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, was the most powerful tattoo artist in the Li family besides the head of the family.

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

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 state was unprecedentedly good, and his fighting spirit was unprecedentedly strong.

The next blow from him would 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 not sheathed, so that he has no chance to be sheathed.

And Li Bufan thought so too, he already had a thousand ways to deal with Jin Qianji’s first mover in his mind.

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 asked 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 very 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 artist 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.

And 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.

The strong sword intent and his grain power, the void built patterns into countless silver thin swords, there are 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 that Li Bufan created the pattern of life pattern [Drizzle Sword], which was bestowed by the contemporary patriarch, his grandfather, on the [Jade Intention Sword] as a Noble Phantasm.

Holding the sword and slashing in the void, it is a drizzle.

The silver rapiers that filled the entire sixth floor swarmed from all directions as if they had been ordered.

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 dizzy beside him, knocked Zhou Zhong’s neck with a knife, knocking him unconscious: “It’s so noisy!”

But his eyes swept over Xu Yan who was beside him, but found Xu Yan Still looking calmly, he raised his head and drank the wine, and shouted with relief: “Good wine!”

As An Que who also obtained the Crown Prince’s Order, how could he not know that the fluctuation of the tattoo 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 and Zhou Zhong who had passed out after drinking, and Xu Yan who still looked up and drank.

Everyone else looked at it 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 time.”

Xu Yan didn’t even look at it, he put the jar in his hand on the ground, it turned out that the jar was just caught by him. Drink up.

He stretched out his hand, and Jin Qianqian 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 was comforting.

Anyway, the stronger the people around Xu Yan, the safer it is.

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Li Bufan was lying on the floor of the fifth floor like 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 no longer had any graceful manners.

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.

In the face of his all-out tattoo art, 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 how 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 couldn’t care so much, the countless thin swords that were going to hit Jin Qianji wanted to block the mountain.

As a result, the mountain still fell, smashing the silver rapiers into pieces, and 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 mountain just now.

Naturally, he didn’t know that the appearance of the mountain was the mysterious Daqing Mountain where Yunshen didn’t know where to go.

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.

Just what is the difference between the former and the latter?

Is that why he doesn’t care about himself?

Also, the realm of the ten-pattern realm faces the provocation of the one-pattern realm master, do you still have to wait for it?

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 in the countless sawdust around him, becoming the price of insolence.