Chapter 193

As the last hunchback old man, the old monk was extremely cautious. When he came to the entrance of the alley, he just took a look at the current situation of the alley. Then he picked up Jia Qing and threw it beside the carriage outside the lane.

This is the seriously injured Jia Qing, after climbing up, swallowing the blood in his mouth, difficult to open his mouth, "thank you for your help."

He didn't care about the hunchback.

He just looked at ye Shengge and Li Fuyao in the lane. Then he looked at the sword on Li Fuyao's waist. Then he took a look at the sword box behind him. Then he sneered and said, "the sword mountain has not fallen to this level? Even a disciple walking in the world should take seven or eight swords to protect his life? "

Li Fuyao had a plain look and said nothing.

It's just that when one hand is put on the handle of the sword, his momentum has reached the peak, and he has to wait for a suitable opportunity to take out the sword.

After ye Shengge collected the peach wood sword, he did not take out anything else for the time being. This white dress daozhong just looked at the hunchback old man in front of him, frowning slightly.

Tonight is destined to be a battle of death, too many words have no meaning, after all, we still have to distinguish the high and low in the hands.

Li Fuyao is just a swordsman in the sword spirit realm. He can at most compete with a monk in the Taiqing state against the enemy. If he is asked to deal with this determined monk in the morning and evening, if he is not forced to fight, he will definitely turn around and leave.

Swordsman's killing power is unparalleled in the world, but it's only limited to the same realm. It's not said that if you cross two realms, you can't distinguish yourself from others.

Even in chaoqingqiu's time, I'm afraid it can't be done.

It depends on when the sword is not pushed by any other person.

The hunchback old man didn't seem to want to say more. After saying that, he took a big step forward. His clothes were blown by the powerful air machine. He held out a hand and pressed down slightly. All the monks in the alley all felt an invisible momentum. It was as if they were standing by the coast watching the tide beating on the coast.

How can the momentum be resisted by manpower?

Now, the two who can still stand are worshipped by the Ministry of punishment. They look at each other and have some plans. One of them suddenly marches forward to pick up the colleague who has been seriously injured by a sword. The other looks at Li Fuyao and is always ready to intercept Li Fuyao. Li Fuyao squints. In the end, it's not for ye Shengge, but it's only after a sword that he is disturbed In the end, Wang Yanqing sent by Emperor Yanling played a game of chess with him on the border. Although it was because of the old Confucian scholar, Wang Yanqing himself did not Too many want to leave Li Fuyao's meaning, all this depends on the mind of emperor Yanling.

Therefore, while watching the Ministry of punishment sacrifice pull another one away from the alley, he put his hand on the hilt of his sword and did not leave.

The sword never comes out of its sheath.

The three sacrificial rites of the Ministry of punishment have been withdrawn from the battlefield. In today's alley, except for Cheng Yusheng, who sits beside Tu Shutu's body, there are only Li Fuyao and ye Shengge.

Ye Shengge waves his hand slightly, and an oil paper umbrella appears out of thin air, hovering over Cheng Yusheng's head to disintegrate the Qi emitted by the hunchback old man for him.

At the same time, ye Shengge flipped his hand, and several talismans appeared in the palm, which instantly shot away.

Straight to the front door of the hunchback old man.

These talismans have little effect, but they just want to imprison the hunchback old man.

At the same time, a jade bowl appeared in front of Ye Shengge.

As soon as the jade bowl appeared, the abundance of Qi in the alley reached its peak.

The hunchback old man frowned, then pointed out, a sharp Qi machine from his fingertips to the mouth of the jade bowl.

Those talismans have turned into silk thread and wound around the hunchback old man.

Outside the lane, four people were stunned.

Outside the alley, the three punishment departments and Jia Qing were astonished by the number of magic weapons that ye Shengge had. From the first peach wood sword to the later oil paper umbrella to the present jade bowl, not to mention the few talismans, they were enough to make people open their eyes.

From the point of view of the jade bowl, it is not the same as that of the three magic vessels.

The most famous bowl in the mountains and rivers is the Zhenyao bowl in the hands of a Taoist saint. In addition to being famous for his magic tools, there is also a saying in the world that there are not only many demon cultivation techniques suppressed in Zhenyao bowl, but also a quasi big demon with one foot across the sea.

So the demon cultivation, I'm afraid even the temple master can't resist, but in the saint's bowl, there is still no way to escape.

Nowadays, although this jade bowl is certainly not as good as that one, it can never be seen in vain.At the same time when the hunchback old man pointed out, the jade bowl slowly pressed towards the top of his head under the urging of Ye Sheng song. The hunchback old man looked indifferent,

he lifted up with one hand, and countless majestic Qi machines gushed out from the cuff, which was extremely bright in the dark. The other hand pinched the Dharma formula, which was supposed to be the imperial magic weapon.

The silk thread of those talismans will be broken before the hunchback old man.

A black and white picture began to appear behind the hunchback old man.

Just behind him appeared a black and white picture.

On this side of the alley, Li Fuyao suddenly swept forward. At the same time, the green silk on his waist had already come out of the scabbard, and a sword was handed out, which made his sword fierce.

Between the alleys, full of sword.

Within one foot of the swordsman's body, the monks in the same territory can't stay.

The three punishment departments in the lane appearance battle were terrified, especially the one who had been slashed in the abdomen by a sword. He knew clearly that if Li Fuyao had been this sword before, he could not have been as simple as being cut through his abdomen.

The swordsman's sword is too powerful.

Just as Li Fuyao went to the hunchback old man, the black-and-white picture scroll here had already arrived in front of the hunchback old man.

A sword pierced into the painting, and the body of the green silk sword suddenly burst into an extremely exaggerated arc. Li Fuyao's hand shaking the sword slightly made the mouth of the tiger burst open.

Blood stained with green silk.

I'm afraid that if the last owner of the green silk was not Bai Zhihan, the former had been holding the sword for many years and repeatedly refining the green silk with his own sword spirit, he would have broken it on the spot.

A monk in the twilight world is really too powerful.

The next moment, Li Fuyao flies backwards and falls heavily in the alley.

Cheng Yusheng looks at this scene, full of worry.

Ye Shengge's face turned white. At first, he fought with the painting of calligraphy, then with Jia Qing, and now with the hunchback old man in the green silk realm. Even though the Taoist priest was made of iron, how abundant the Qi in the lingfu was, now he was exhausted.

Li Fuyao gets up and swallows a mouthful of blood in his mouth. He turns his head and looks at the sound of Cheng Yu. He is helpless.

A monk in the twilight world, he met two real enemies.

The former one even trampled him under his feet. If it had not been for Xu Ji, the ancestor of Jianshan mountain, he would not have been carrying the sword to deal with another monk in the twilight realm.

After Li Fuyao stood up, he took a deep breath and looked at the distant scene. Even though the jade bowl of Ye Shengge was pointed by the hunchback old man, it did not lose its prestige. It was still pressing on the hunchback old man's head, only very slowly. As for the picture scroll in front of the hunchback old man, the white light suddenly flourished, and a series of Qi machines had attacked ye Shengge 。

Ye Shengge in a white dress has a plain look, but his face is really not good-looking.

Her white dress was shining, and it was obviously a magic weapon.

The four people outside the alley are numb. Facing the endless magic tools of Ye Sheng song, no matter who they are, they will lament. This is also a monk. The gap is quite big.

It's just that even Ye Sheng's songs with such magic weapons are a little difficult in the present situation.

After all, the hunchback old man is a monk in the twilight realm whose realm is higher than her.

Li Fuyao stood in the distance with his sword in his hand, and there was some sadness between his eyebrows.

However, just as he clenched the green silk and was ready to hand out the second sword, a gentle voice suddenly sounded in his ear, "how about my sword?"

Li Fuyao was stunned, then turned his head, but there was no one around.

"The man" continued to open his mouth in his ear and said: "originally, I thought of this sword as soon as he entered the alley. I could feel your sword spirit and wanted to see how your sword is. After all, I haven't seen a swordsman in Luoyang for too long."

Li Fuyao suddenly asked in a low voice, "are you also a disciple of Jianshan?"

At first, I thought it was a question to be sure of, but the "man" soon said with a smile: "I'd like to enter Jianshan, but I've never been to that place."

Li Fuyao was a little distracted.

"The man" sighed, "this sword was just to save the girl. Since you are here, you can have a look. Maybe it will do you some good. Jianshan is really a good place."

Li Fuyao stepped back two steps and whispered, "then wait for the sword of the elder."

"The man" seemed to laugh, and then there was no sound.

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pick Star Tower, Luoyang City.

At the moment, the wind and the wind are changing, and lightning and thunder are thundering above the clouds.

Countless majestic air machines gathered on the roof of the star picking building, and gusts of wind were blowing the man's clothes.

The ban imposed by the Yanling academy is now fully revived.

Everything is just because Li changgu stood up and threw the sword from his waist down the building.

The bitter day was short, and with a sharp sword spirit, it was forced to tear a hole in these air machines, snatched out of the star picking tower and went to some place.Li changgu whispered a smile, "there are still three points of prestige, enough."

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