Chapter 292

The most famous map of mountains and rivers in the world is in the hands of Zhao Sheng of Taoism. The sage who has learned from nature is the oldest and oldest sage in Taoism. Before becoming a saint, he has been practicing with one heart and never appeared in the world for half a minute.

Extremely mysterious.

Each of the saints in the mountains and rivers holds a sacred vessel, which is so powerful that it is unimaginable.

Among these sacred vessels, the most famous one is the town demon bowl in Ye Sheng's hand. It is said that there is a big demon in it, and in addition, this picture of mountains and rivers is the most magnificent in Taoism.

It is said that the picture of mountains and rivers in Zhao Sheng's hand is really as long as tens of thousands of Li. There are thousands of Li of mountains and rivers on the painting scroll, and the scenery of mountains and rivers is collected. Once urged by Zhao Sheng, the world will change color and the sun and moon will not shine. Even the saints are afraid of it.

Now, the mountain and river map on the top of the man in grey clothes is only a few feet long. Its power is far from comparable to Zhao Sheng's, but since he dares to imitate the sacred vessel, it naturally has its own advantages.

As soon as the picture of mountains and rivers was opened, the scenery on the scroll was exposed to the eyes of the world. Except Li Fuyao, who could be said to be a monk on the mountain, the rest of the people were still ordinary people at the foot of the mountain. When they saw such a scene, their eyes were wide open, and they were afraid to miss something wonderful.

Ye Zhou has a bitter face. In the past six months, he has also begun to understand the current situation on the mountain. The biggest difference between the three religions' friars and swordsmen is that the swordsmen 'combat power is higher than the friars' in the same territory. In addition, the three religious friars have endless magic weapons, and the swordsmen only have one sword.

This gap is not obvious between the sword immortal and the sage. Swordsmen all over the world believe that even if a saint takes out several sacred weapons to protect his body, he can't stop the sword immortal from cutting thousands of swords.

However, when the friars of other realms confront the enemy, there is a magic weapon with astonishing power, which is not the case.

A good magic weapon has a great influence on the development of the situation.

After the map of mountains and rivers was fully unfolded, with the appearance of a magnificent air machine, many people came out of the picture, with different identities. There were countless peddlers selling sugar gourd in the market, fat and fat rich people, gorgeous brothel Kabuki and so on.

Li Fuyao frowned, clenched the green silk in his hand, and with the boundless wind and snow, he chopped at one of them. The man was scattered when he met the sword, but his sword spirit was restored. Li Fu shook his hand and looked at the painting. Everyone can see that the painting scroll is the most fundamental one.

It's just that I don't know how many people are standing in front of the picture. Besides, it's not the puppet standing in the same place, but waiting for the opportunity to launch a thunderbolt on Li Fuyao.

The situation is so dangerous.

Now, the man in gray is a man with a mind and spirit. He will not attack Li Fuyao any more.

However, the dummies created by the mountain and river map were killed continuously, and they still stopped him and Shanhe Wanli map, and let Li Fuyao fall into a dead end. If this goes on like this, it will be the end of the spirit house where the sword spirit is exhausted and then he dies.

Li Fuyao waved his sword to disperse the dummies. He wondered whether he would fight for the wounded and grab in front of the mountain and river map, then cut off with one sword, eat a holy elixir, and then kill the man in gray here?

Although this kind of action is very risky, it is possible that even in front of the mountain and river map, a sword will cut the picture. Even if it is cut off, it may not kill the man in gray.

But some things, if they are afraid of risk, will not do, waiting for their own results are only a dead word.

Li Fuyao made up his mind, handed out a powerful sword, cut a road, and quickly passed by. During this period, he was slapped by the peddler waiting for the opportunity and the brothel woman. In his heart and back, Li Fuyao bit his teeth, swallowed the blood gushing from his body, and then handed out a sword.

The figure will be in front of the mountain and river map.

The rich Weng Yin, who has never made a move, smiles with pity. A greasy big hand pats Li Fuyao's tianlinggai, and Li Fuyao raises his sword to meet him.

Cut off that big hand, but the chest a burst of tumbling, blood gushing up, that mouthful of blood still did not hold back, directly vomited out.

After all, Li Fuyao did not hesitate to eat a holy pill.

As a matter of fact, Feng Lu's guess was correct. The demon monk would suffer a lot of crimes if he ate the elixir. However, after the friar of the Terran family ate such a holy pill, the medicine soon spread, and Li Fuyao's sword Qi, which was not one in ten, instantly filled the spirit of the soul.

With a sword!

The wind of the sword swept over the picture. There was a crack in the picture of mountains and rivers.

Countless gas engines are scattered.

The artifact was connected with the spirit of the man in grey. He showed an incredible look at first, and then spit out a mouthful of blood. It was unnecessary for Li Fuyao to be hurt lightly.

Li Fuyao has Shengdan, but he doesn't.

In the air, the man grabs his sleeve, but in a moment he takes back the mountain dust.

I don't want to stay any longer.

Li Fuyao's face was not good. This inexplicable sword let him lose a talisman that could cover the sword's Qi, and a holy pill made by the blood essence of a saint. If all this made the man run away.I'm really sorry about these two good things.

Li Fuyao, who raised his sword and swept to the sky again, arrived in front of the man in gray who was in a hurry and was stabbed by a sword without words.

The fierce sword spirit breaks through the Qi machine and goes towards the man in grey.

The latter frowned tightly, and the big sleeve grew several feet in an instant to stop the sword.

Unfortunately, under this sword, the two sleeves quickly turned into rags and fell.

Li Fuyao clenched his teeth and swept forward.

This is the first time since the war that Li Fuyao has been within a foot of a man in grey.

The sword Qi is rolling, which makes men in grey feel stabbing on their faces.

The man in grey bit his tongue to keep himself awake.

So far, he had to fight hard. He attacked Li Fuyao with his powerful Qi.

Li Fuyao is hit by a palm, and the green silk in his hand is still stabbing at the man's heart.

The sword swept forward, but the man flew backward.

It's the sound of a sharp weapon piercing into the flesh and blood.

The man in gray looked down at the sword on his chest in disbelief.

At the same time, he is also flying backward by the impact of green silk sword.

Both fell from high altitude.

Ye Zhou was still feeling for a moment. He could see the blue figure that had fallen heavily into the snow. Then he immediately returned to his mind, and his body passed by to pick up Li Fuyao.

Just a step late, Li Fuyao fell into the snow and spat out blood.

He was seriously injured, but the medicine of that pill was still there, and he was repairing his internal organs.

Death is not death.

After removing the blood that was still spitting out, his face was as white as snow.

There's no difference.

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