Drunken Swordsman: You have betrayed your master, who will still pamper you?

Chapter 5: One Sword Frosts Fourteen States
More than thirty disciples of the Sword Sect did not deliberately conceal their identities.

They were even wearing the uniforms of Daluo Sword Sect disciples, but judging from their attire, they were all disciples of the Cabinet.

Moreover, their cultivation has reached the late stage of foundation building.

This is why Lu Ran could still recognize them even though he was drunk.

He traveled through time since he was young and stayed in Daluo Sword Sect for twenty years. He also saw the disciple uniforms of Daluo Sword Sect for twenty years.

So familiar!
Lu Ran stood unsteadily, slowly raising the branch in his hand.

He looked at the thirty-odd people in front of him with blurry eyes.

My heart feels extremely bitter.

Suddenly, he remembered the Frost Sword Intent.

"Frost..."

These two words reminded him of a poem from his hometown.

The flowers in the hall make three thousand guests drunk; the sword freezes fourteen states!

Lu Ran once liked this poem very much.

It describes that the host has extraordinary talent, many distinguished guests, is a popular figure, and has great ambitions, and can sweep across Liangzhe and the fourteen states with a sharp sword!

Yes, that was indeed the case with Lu Ran in the past.

In the Daluo Sword Sect, from the sect master, elders and deacons to the servants, guards, brothers and sisters, Lu Ran is the focus of everyone's attention.

But in just one night, heaven fell into hell.

Before traveling through time, Lu Ran was an orphan. After traveling through time, he liked the Daluo Sword Sect very much.

Surrounded by countless people and receiving compliments, he felt that was a fulfilling life.

So even though he was born with a blocked meridian, and it was difficult for him to make any progress in his cultivation, even though he was ignored by others, and even though he was no longer a favored child of heaven, Lu Ran still couldn't bear to leave that place.

The hundred-year dream on the cliff of Xiaoyu Peak was Lu Ran’s original life path.

Fortunately, I finally came to my senses. The relationship between master and disciple and the belonging to a sect were all fake.

Lu Ran, who saw through everything, withdrew from the Daluo Sword Sect, went down the mountain, and lived his own life.

But even so, less than a day after coming down the mountain, disciples of the Sword Sect came to hunt him down!

The Sword Sect disciples looked at each other when they saw Lu Ran mumbling to himself.

Several of them looked at Qin Wuyao who was still sitting next to the tree trunk not far away.

"Kill Lu Ran first!" someone said in a deep voice.

As for Qin Wuyao, she naturally couldn't survive either, but Lu Ran was the main target and must be killed first!

Hear this.

Lu Ran suddenly burst into laughter.

Thinking of the poem about the house full of friends, it contrasts with his current desolate and miserable situation. He has been completely abandoned by the sect and cannot even live in peace after leaving the mountain. They also want to kill him!

I couldn't help but express the grief and anger in my heart.

He shouted loudly: "The whole hall is full of flowers and drunkenness... Three thousand guests, a sword is frosty... Ten! Four! States! Hahahaha..."

Say it.

Lu Ran waved the branch in his hand and his steps became erratic. He looked like he was drunk and couldn't stand steadily.

The disciples of the Sword Sect took this opportunity to rush forward, intending to kill Lu Ran.

Qin Wuyao also slowly stood up and prepared to take action.

Such a blessing naturally cannot be wasted by the disciples of the Sword Sect.

But at this moment, a sudden change occurred.

A chill suddenly exploded around Lu Ran's body, sweeping out in all directions!

The fastest Sword Sect disciples were unable to dodge and were instantly trapped in place, freezing into ice sculptures!
The other disciples' faces changed drastically and they all retreated!

While dancing with the sword, Lu Ran expressed his grief and anger:
"In the eyes of the Daluo Sword Sect, I am nothing but a useless person."

“But even if a useless person like me quits the Sword Sect and leaves the mountain, I still cannot survive.”

"More than 30 disciples from the cabinet came to kill a useless person like me, haha... a big deal, a big deal!"

……

Lu Ran laughed heartily, his laughter was lonely and heroic, but he just couldn't show a happy expression.

With sadness in his heart, the sword intent around him blossomed like a lotus!

The disciples of the inner chamber who were watching in amazement not far away were swept by the sword intent one after another! Even Qin Wuyao was not spared!

Fortunately, Qin Wuyao was strong enough, and the moment the sword intent attacked, she used her internal energy to protect herself!
Even so, I can still feel the chill penetrating into my bones!
And in this coldness, there were countless crisscrossing sword energies.

The surrounding trees and grass were turned into powder and scattered on the ground under the stranglehold of sword energy.

And those disciples of the Sword Sect were in a miserable state.

Although they were at the same level as Lu Ran, they had no strength to resist under the sword intent.

The sword intent swept through them, and they were frozen in place in various postures.

The horrified expression on his face was filled with deep surprise.

Afterwards, he was indiscriminately strangled by the sword energy!

In just one encounter, all the disciples of the Sword Sect died tragically on the spot!

"Sword intention!" Qin Wuyao was protected by her internal energy and was not in any trouble. Her face was filled with excitement.

What the master said was indeed true. If Qin Wuyao had not been sure before whether Lu Ran was the blessing that the master mentioned.

Now, she can finally conclude!
He was born with blocked meridians, but he was able to automatically build his foundation after a hangover. While snoring, his cultivation level soared to the peak of foundation building!
Facing the enemy in battle, Lu Ran, who was in the late foundation building stage and was drunk, was fighting against more than thirty Sword Sect disciples who were also in the late foundation building stage.

This should have been a one-sided suppression!

But Lu Ran used his sword power to instantly kill more than thirty disciples in the late foundation building stage!

This is sword intent!
Countless sword masters have spent their entire lives, and even if their cultivation has reached the highest level, there are only a few who are qualified to comprehend the sword's meaning!

But Lu Ran has just established his foundation!
At this moment, Lu Ran seemed to have completely forgotten about those Sword Sect disciples and was only concentrating on sword dancing.

The details of the past twenty years in Daluo Sword Sect kept flashing through his mind.

The warmth of his master Su Yueling who once accompanied him in practicing sword.

The meticulous care from fellow brothers and sisters.

The kindness on the face of the Sword Sect disciple.

Flashing one by one.

Until ten years ago, he was diagnosed with congenital blocked meridians!
Everything changed that day.

Lu Ran was unwilling and reluctant to give up, so he struggled for ten years. Finally, he came to his senses and realized that he had been abandoned by the Sword Sect long ago.

A full house of flowers drunk three thousand guests, a sword of frost and cold fourteen states.

From the moment he withdrew from the Daluo Sword Sect.

He lost his family, friends, master, brothers and sisters, and from then on he was all alone in the world!
But the lofty ambitions in the second half grew exponentially.

Lu Ran has never wanted to be powerful as much as he does now!

"It's just right for the occasion. It's really right for the occasion! Haha..."

Lu Ran suddenly raised the branch in his hand and thrust the sword into the sky!
Boom~
The frosty mood exploded the sky!
In the dead of night, thunderclouds rolled overhead, and countless cold sword energies mixed between heaven and earth, sweeping out!

Crackling lightning pierced the sky, and the terrifying river of sword energy shuttled between heaven and earth like a dragon!

Qin Wuyao was right next to Lu Ran, and her heart was in a knot when she saw this horrifying scene.

What a terrifying sword intent!

"The Daluo Sword Sect is a bunch of idiots. They have such a good fortune but don't know how to cherish it. In time, Lu Ran will definitely stand at the top of Jiuzhou. I wonder how the Sword Sect will feel at that time..."

at the same time.

In Jinling City, the provincial capital, several old men were drinking together under the light of lamplight when they suddenly woke up and looked up towards the eastern sky.

The scene, which seemed like the terrifying power of heaven, made several people change their faces.

"Sword Intent! Such pure sword intent, who is it?"

"This sword intent is chilling and cold, it's not from the sword cultivators I'm familiar with."

"It's just a mere sword power. What's the point of showing off so late at night?"

……

The old man who spoke last angrily slammed his beloved sword on the table. He spoke with disdain but tears were streaming down his face.

The next second, the sword intent, which had weakened a lot, floated past.

Goose feathers fell from the sky, and it snowed...

This night.

This sword.

In the eight counties and fourteen counties of Xiazhou, snow fell in June and lasted for thousands of miles!
(End of this chapter)