Chapter 640

With the sea of clouds tumbling, Ye Sheng was forced back by Li Fuyao for dozens of Zhang. If it was spread out, everyone in the world would look up to Li Fuyao, and no matter what means he used to make Ye Sheng suffer such a great loss, it would be enough to make such a result.

After all, Ye Sheng is not someone else, but the first person in the world after Chao Qingqiu left the world.

The most powerful man in the world is Ye Sheng.

Several golden lights fell on the sea of clouds.

Ning Sheng's cinnabar still appeared in the sky, but it was much darker than before. He had already realized that there was still a gap between him and the sword immortal. It's just that this reality makes Ning Sheng feel some palpitation. Ye Changting had never heard of it for hundreds of years before, but it was only a few years since he was born. Who could have thought that he could take over the title of the first sword immortal in Chaoqing autumn at this moment, and began to make them all afraid.

In fact, according to Ning Sheng's point of view, Liuxiang is not worth noticing. The most important thing is to kill Ye Changting.

This person is perhaps the most unpredictable factor in the human situation before.

Zhou Fu Zi's face remained as usual. His realm was the most brilliant one except ye Sheng. In the previous war, he was far from breaking his muscles and bones. Looking at the distant sword light, he was speechless. This time, six saints, three Taoist, two Confucian and even one Buddhist sage were gathered in the small garden town, but none of them could create any achievements 。

Just let the sword king who was not in this world leave the world again.

Chen Sheng's face was as white as paper. He stood in the distance and whispered, "the news from Chaofu said that Li changgu had entered the sea. He could not stop him. Someone in Luoyang city stopped him."

If the situation before is that there is no loss in this business, even some small profits, then from now on, then this business is a real loss.

A sword fairy appeared in the world, far more difficult to accept than the previous sword king.

Ning Sheng looked at Zhou Fu Zi, but the meaning in his eyes was not clear.

Now, I don't know how to learn from Confucianism before I came to changgu.

Zhou Fu Zi didn't pay attention to Ning Sheng. His position was equal to Ye Sheng's, so he would not pay attention to him.

A moment later, Ye Sheng came back from the sea of clouds in the distance. The Taoist Saint still looked as if he was a jade, and his manner was normal. He didn't feel embarrassed at all. Even if he was forced to retreat by Li Fu, he didn't have a big problem.

Ye Sheng fell to Zhou Fu Zi's side. His mood did not fluctuate. He just said calmly: "the world is in a troubled autumn. You should pay more attention to it."

There are some obscure meanings in the words, which can only be understood by the two saints.

Master Zhou nodded and did not say much.

Zhang Sheng appeared in the distance of the sea of clouds, but he was also the first to leave. Since Ye Sheng had already made a statement and Zhou Fu Zi did not reveal other ideas, then things would no longer matter. Then Zhang Sheng would leave at the moment, and no one could talk about it.

Zhang Sheng was the first to leave. After Ning Sheng motioned to Ye Sheng, he also left slowly. The sages in the cloud left one by one, which showed that the matter was about to end. The sages left, and Zhou Fu Zi was the last one.

As for the former Buddhist sage, he has already gone to the Buddha land.

For the sake of convenience, it is to recuperate.

Among these saints, he was hurt badly. Now he has no intention of staying in the mountains and rivers. If he does not leave soon, he may be killed.

Ye Sheng stood on the sea of clouds and looked at the sword mark which had not dissipated in the cloud sea before. The whole person didn't know what he was thinking. It was only after a long time that he waved his hand to erase the sword mark and left here. There was no trace.

The sword marks are gone, and the saints are gone. Today's business is completely over at this moment.

As for the sword king, now that he has fallen into the river, no one cares.

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Li Fuyao also left with a sword, and then with the remaining spirit of the sword, he was able to leave the small garden city thousands of miles away, only a thousand miles away. If there were saints chasing him, he might not be able to escape the killing. In the morning, he fell from the sky and was in front of a mountain forest and stream.

I passed out.

When I woke up, it was already sunset.

For a whole day, there was no saint who wanted to keep him alive. Li Fuyao lay beside the stream, and the blood oozed out of his body. As the stream went down, the blood spread far away. When he opened his eyes, his whole body was burning with pain. The green silk sword was on his side, and the Xianjian fell quietly beside him. After the war, the Xianjian was completely quiet.

Li Fuyao looked up at the setting sun. His limbs were weak, and he could not lift it. In this battle, if someone else had changed, he would have died long ago, but he was different. Although several spirit houses were damaged to varying degrees, they were not completely broken. Moreover, there were some residual sword Qi in the spirit mansion, which could be very helpful to him. However, in this battle, the ten swords were not mentioned Jiu is still in Ye Sheng's demon bowl. This sword is his first fake life sword, and it is also the first sword that actively recognizes him as the Lord. He naturally has deep feelings for Jian 19.However, he was not Chao Qing Qiu, so he could not get the sword from Ye Sheng Zhen demon bowl.

However, after the nineteen swords were lost, they could also be used to make up for their deficiency. Moreover, the Xianjian was a incomplete fairy sword. To some extent, it would make Li Fuyao stronger.

Li Fuyao stopped thinking about these things. Instead, he began to look inside at the sword Qi remaining in his meridians. It was only a moment later that there was an evil spirit in the mountains and forests.

Although the demon land in the north is the place where the demon clans gather, there is not no such place on the mountain and river side. It is just that the level of the demon clan on the mountain and river side is relatively lower and not fierce.

But this is also equivalent to some friars.

Li Fuyao's blood attracted a lot of demon cultivation.

It's in the mountains.

Many of them are only small demons in the realm of jiedan, but there are also some demon cultivation with high realm.

Even in the distance, there is a demon Xiuhu from Taiqing. The tiger demon has been regarded as the absolute strongman of this mountain forest for hundreds of miles. At the moment, he is staring at Li Fuyao lying by the stream in the mountain forest somewhere.

Beside the tiger demon, there was a short man with a sinister expression. He also looked at Li Fuyao.

"Don't worry, my king. I've arranged for someone to try out. I should be a human friar with a low level of realm. I don't have any worries after eating him. Don't worry about someone seeking revenge."

The mountain forest here is not Yanling nor Liangxi, but Dayu, which would not have provoked the wrong people.

But when the little man opened his mouth, a light suddenly appeared in the stream in the distance.

A sword is snatched away in the mountain forest, which takes away the life of a small demon almost every once in a while.

"Swordsman..."

Before that short man saw this scene, his face turned pale, and the whole person collapsed on the spot.

The pale tiger demon gritted his teeth and said, "what are you afraid of? Maybe it's not a powerful person."

That's right. But when he opened his mouth, he was actually very afraid. What the demon monk was most afraid of was not a Confucian monk, a Taoist priest, but a swordsman who was most afraid of the sword.

It was not easy to meet one or two swordsmen in Shanhe before. However, there have been many demon practitioners who have understood these things over the years. Now there are more swordsmen in the mountains and rivers than before.

How can we meet one here?

"Don't be afraid, as long as we..."

Before the little man had finished, a long sword had swept his neck.

Poop.

Blood splashed everywhere.

Tiger demon looked at this scene, turned around and left, but as soon as he turned around, a sick man appeared on his side.

The man was holding a dagger, which was now on his neck.

Those sharp sword spirit, only for a moment, let his neck exude a lot of blood.

"It's not easy to practice. Why not cherish it?"

The next moment, a huge tiger head rolled down.

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