Chapter 211

The porter in the distance stretched out his hand and trimmed his messy hair. Then he brushed the Guqin in front of him. Then he stained his hand with blood. He looked at the red palm of his hand, and then put it in front of his nose to smell it. Then he said with a smile, "your swordsman's blood doesn't stink. Why is your temper so bad?"

Li Fuyao, who had wiped the blood on his face, rolled up his sleeves to cover all the blood stained places. Instead of paying attention to the porter in front of him, he just yelled at the distance: "what are you doing? Go back!"

Li Wenjing, who was trotting all the way, suddenly heard the roar. He slipped on his feet and fell into the snow. However, after a while, he got up and continued to run towards this side.

The porter did not turn his head, but waved his hand at will. Suddenly, a tremendous air force came into being. Li Wenjing flew backwards and fell into the snow. Half a moment later, he didn't get up.

Li Fuyao clenched the green silk and stared at the porter in front of him.

In the alley, there are strong murders.

This is the first time since the beginning of the battle between life and death, Li Fuyao wanted to kill a person so much that he was not even willing to hide half a point.

The wind and snow work behind Li Fuyao is not only chilling, but also fierce. The whole alley is full of sword spirit.

The arm that trembled slightly before now is still holding the green silk. Li Fu shakes his long hair in the wind. The swordsman who has practiced sword for three years steps out one step, and a snow sword shoots out from behind.

He was fifteen steps away from the porter, which was fifteen snow swords.

One sword after another.

The porter began to sit behind the Guqin and fiddle with the strings. Every time, a snow sword would be smashed. Fifteen times later, three strings were broken, and even the doorman's fingers had deep visible bone wounds.

Even if he was a monk in the Taiqing realm, he could not take over the fifteen swords of Li Fuyao.

After the fifteen swords, Li Fuyao, who was pale, had already arrived in front of the porter, and there was not much air left in the porter's lingfu.

The two looked at each other and did not speak. Li Fu raised his sword, while the porter pinched the magic formula and let the Guqin fly in the air.

Li Fuyao's sword fell on the guqin, and then the Guqin was brilliant.

Li Fuyao was hit by a huge air jet. The distance between them was from the first 15 steps to the present 15 steps.

Li Fuyao stood in the lane and looked at the distant scene. His eyes were blurred.

But just a moment later, Li Fu shook his head and looked at the sword in his hand with wide eyes.

This one is not finished. What's the point of looking around?

At this stage, in fact, the injury of the porter in the Taiqing state is only a little lighter than that of Li Fuyao. Among his meridians, there is a sword Qi which has not been dispelled up to now, which is wantonly destroying his meridians. Since the beginning of the war, he has made two mistakes, both of which have made him pay a very heavy price. The first cost was that Li Fuyao slashed his abdomen with a sword, which made him lose some strength at the beginning of the war. If the first one was due to his carelessness because he had never seen a swordsman, the second one was really because he saw Li Fuyao's strong end, He was a little relaxed. As a result, Li Fuyao stabbed the scabby wound with a sword, and successfully sent a sharp sword Qi into the meridians, which made him miserable.

In contrast, Li Fuyao, from the beginning to the end, every time he took out the sword, even though he thought it was a stupid move at that time, he could pay a heavy price in the back. It seems that one or two wounds can't make a monk of Taiqing state fall like this, but if there are hundreds or thousands of them, it's really not clear.

What's more, he became more and more afraid of the swordsman in front of him. Otherwise, he would not wave his hand directly at Li Wenjing to disturb Li Fuyao's mood.

According to the information obtained by the school, Li Fuyao was sent to the state of Zhou by Luoyang City. This time he came back just for revenge. Maybe he didn't care much about his parents. But now, it's not necessarily true.

If so, what is the reason of the previous fifteen swords?

What is the reason for that man with tears on his face before?

The monks on the mountain pay attention to a calm mind, especially the Confucian monks. The emotional fluctuation has a great influence on the monks. After all, he is not a swordsman, nor is He Li Fuyao. Now it is not clear how Li Fuyao will be.

But now that Li Fuyao, who has been beaten away, once again raises his sword, the porter's eyebrows are already very deep.

Half of it comes from the sword Qi in the meridians, and the other comes from Li Fuyao.

In the final analysis, it's all from Li Fuyao.

Therefore, when Li Fuyao stepped over the fifteen steps again and came to him, the porter was really flustered.

It was at this time that the sword spirit in the meridians went directly outside his spirit house, and did not attack the spirit house which was very important to the monk. It was just like a man guarding the pass and holding out the posture of one man in charge of the pass.The sword spirit stopped the rolling Qi machine of the lingfu.

It's just a moment.

But in this instant, the porter was really like an ordinary person.

Therefore, when Li Fuyao raised his sword and handed it out, he couldn't dodge.

The tip of the sword was against the porter's heart. Under his terrified gaze, the green silk, which had killed countless demon repairs, pierced his chest bit by bit.

A sword through the heart!

Li Fuyao was almost prosthetic at the moment. He gritted his teeth and said, "I just want to tell you that even if he is sorry for me, you can't do it!"

The sword pierced through the porter.

The monk of Taiqing was still unbelievable.

Li Fuyao drew out the green silk and stabbed it again and again until he completely cut off his vitality.

When he was completely powerless and paralyzed, Li Fuyao vomited out a large mouthful of blood.

With a brush, Li Fuyao walked towards Li Wenjing in the distance.

That man, did not cut off the vitality.

When he came to him, Li Fuyao sat down powerlessly. He took a pill from his arms and put it into Li Wenjing's mouth. Then he took one.

He just looked at the man in front of him.

Li Wenjing said with guilt, "I'm sorry."

Li Fuyao looked at the man and asked in a low voice, "this is death. Do you know that if I can't kill him, he will kill you. You don't regret it. Your wife and daughter don't care, just to make me cry?"

Li Wenjing said with difficulty: "I was wrong at that time. I don't want to make mistakes again and again."

Li Fuyao laughed it off.

Li Wenjing continued to ask, "do you want to go? I'll be with you. "

Li Fu shook his head. "It has nothing to do with you. This is what I choose to do."

Li Wenjing just shakes his head.

On the tall building over there, the middle-aged man and Cheng Yusheng saw this scene, and their facial expressions were very complicated. Cheng Yusheng looked at the side of the alley and said in a soft voice, "is it over, will there be people from the Academy coming out?"

The middle-aged man shook his head and sighed, "Luoyang city is such a mess. Who knows what will happen next? It's hard to say whether the school has any additional arrangements. However, the boy's luck should not be so bad. When he comes out of one dead end, he has to go into another. It seems that the boy's luck is really bad

Cheng Yusheng said positively: "if it is not finished, Cheng Yusheng must draw a knife to help him."

After saying this, he turned to look at the middle-aged man and added, "even if you have to stop me."

As a matter of fact, Cheng Yusheng had already made up his mind to help Li Fuyao before they boarded the high-rise building. It was only when he met the middle-aged man who came out of Taifu's residence that he had to sit on the sidelines.

The middle-aged man waved his hand and opened his mouth with a smile, "no matter what you think, if there is another hand, you will still be stopped by me. If you have played well, you can't even fight. If you die in vain, I will definitely stop you."

Cheng Yusheng was silent, turned around and went downstairs.

The middle-aged man behind him asked, "where are you going?"

Cheng Yusheng said with no good breath: "go to find Ye girl."

The middle-aged man laughed behind him. As for what he said at last, Cheng didn't listen to it, so no one knew.

In the alley, Li Fuyao picked up Li Wenjing and quietly pushed open the gate of taizai mansion.

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