Chapter 705

When ye Shengge approached the inn, the scene was startling.

The inn has been cut open by Li Fuyao with his sword, leaving only one wall standing in the desert. Before the ruins of the inn, Li Fuyao's shirt is covered with blood.

The whole face was bloodstained. It didn't look like a swordsman in the spring and Autumn period, but a beggar who was beaten up in the market.

Li Fuyao was in a miserable situation, but Jiang Chuan didn't look very good. His abdomen was cut by the bright moon sword, leaving a deep bone wound. On the other side of his chest, Li Fuyao's green silk sword scratched him. If he hadn't been in the realm of climbing the stairs, he would have been dead.

But even if he didn't die, he was seriously injured.

Ye Shengge falls to Li Fuyao's side, takes a look at this guy's injury, and asks in a low voice, "didn't you take out that fairy sword?"

Li Fuyao was laughing bitterly. If there was no sword to search for immortals, he would have been a corpse at the moment. At that time, he was carrying several swords to Jiangchuan, and he was waiting for the opportunity to move with his green silk. However, Jiang Chuan quickly passed through the sword array composed of those long swords and came to him. When he carried the sword, he was struck by a tremendous momentum Fortunately, the sword of searching for immortals was snatched out of his sleeve and forced Jiangchuan back. After that, the immortal seeking sword could make the moon and the green silk see the opportunity and give Jiangchuan two swords.

Li Fuyao gasped heavily and said, "I really can't, or I'll give it to you later?"

Ye Shengge did not make any special emotions, but calmly said: "I fought with the old Taoist, and I was hurt a lot. If I want to kill him, I'm afraid to untie the talisman."

Hearing this, Li Fuyao grinned and said, "in this case, I'll do it myself."

He held the green silk and looked at the river in front of him.

It's just that before Li Fuyao has any action, the heavy rain that has been brewing for a long time is finally coming.

The rain drops about the size of soybeans soon fell on Li Fuyao's face. For a moment, the heavy rain became more and more serious. Soon, it was a majestic scene. He turned his head and looked at ye Shengge. The latter stood between the torrential rains with an umbrella, like a rootless duckweed. It was really pitiful.

But what's more pitiful is that Li Fuyao is a drowned chicken. His sword Qi can't keep out the rain. After a moment, Li Fuyao's hair is wet by the heavy rain, forming a ball behind his head.

Jiang Chuan didn't know where to take out an guqin, so he stood in front of him. One of the top ten frontier masters, Qin demon, said that the killing method was extremely cruel. He was the most difficult one among them. But in fact, he taught the Qin demon's piano skills.

If you kill people with Qin, no one can match him.

It is more suitable to kill people with Qin in the heavy rain.

Jiang Chuan brushed the strings with one hand, and several invisible Qi machines came into being. In the rain, this Qi machine just walked forward for a few steps, then it had disappeared and did not move forward.

Li Fuyao took a deep breath and began to run in the pouring rain.

The moon grass is gradually green, and the three swords form a sword array. Li Fuyao swam on the side of Li Fuyao's body, and Li Fuyao is carrying the green silk forward.

Jiangchuan reaches out his hand to brush on the piano, the strings tremble, and there is a sound in the rain. Then, countless silk threads that can be seen by the naked eye but not seen by them pass by. The rain curtain is cut into countless pieces by these countless silk threads, each of which is of different sizes, but it seems to be isolated from this piece of heaven and earth.

Under these countless silk threads, Li Fuyao had no choice but to avoid it, so the moon grass was gradually

when the three swords of Qinggao tower met with him in the rain, he cut off some silk threads and let Li Fuyao pass by from here.

Under this contest, the distance between the two was greatly pulled in.

Li Fuyao narrowed his eyes slightly and looked at Jiangchuan, but he still handed out a sword. The majestic sword spirit tore up the rain curtain, rolled up a large amount of rain, and stormed away.

Before he played the piano, Li Fuyao responded.

A large amount of rain splashed down like sword gas, but before it came to Jiangchuan, it was cut open by the Qi engine inspired by his playing the piano again.

Li Fuyao's sword may be several sharp things in the world, but at this moment, the sharpness of this silk thread is absolutely no less than his sword.

This silk thread comes from the cross, and the sword of seeking immortals slips from his sleeve. Li Fu shakes the sword in his left hand and cuts the silk thread with one sword.

The dappled sword of seeking immortals met this silk thread made of air machine. It was actually sparks splashing in all directions. It had a special meaning in the rain.

However, after this time, Li Fuyao has already approached Jiangchuan about 50 steps. If there are several more fights, I'm afraid that he will come to him, and then it will be as bloody as before.

Although the realm of Jiangchuan is higher than that of Li Fuyao, he will never think that his physique can be compared with that of Li Fuyao. Li Fuyao's physique has been tempered by the sword spirit, and has already been better than the ordinary monks. It is too much.

So when Li Fuyao approached him again, there was a huge air engine coming out, and they swept to Li Fuyao with countless air machines.The heavy rain, and with the help of these machines, countless majestic machines fell into the world, creating a scene that can't be created by manpower.

Li Fuyao's five fingers are slightly open. He pulls some rain water and holds it in his hand. After a hard pull, a lifelike water sword is born.

Then, the water sword passed through the rain curtain, bringing countless rain water to condense on it. Then the water sword became bigger and bigger. When it was near the river, the sword tip was the size of Jiangchuan's head.

The spirit of this water sword has been shattered. The countless Qi machines arranged here are a scene of birth and death.

Li Fuyao strides forward. The heavy rain stops behind him, and countless Qi machines pour into the rain sword.

Push hard.

As the river blows over the strings, countless Qi machines come out to fight against each other.

Sword and Qi are interwoven in the short space.

Jiangchuan's strings are straight and sharp as a knife.

The sword of seeking immortals was not included in the water sword, which added a bit of prestige.

The sword spirit is scattered.

It's stirring up.

Li Fuyao took a few more steps forward.

At the moment, the water sword has fallen in front of Jiangchuan.

The majestic sword Qi surged up, only for a moment of stalemate with Jiangchuan, and then all of them burst open.

Scattered into rain.

Jiang Chuan's face turned white. Just with this water sword, he felt that Li Fuyao's spring and autumn realm must be the strongest in the world. He had lived in Buddha's land for a long time, and he was not very clear about the things on the other side of the mountain and river. When he saw this man, he didn't know his identity. He just knew that he would be a swordsman cultivated by Jianshan.

Swordsman's killing power was just heard before, but now, I really feel it.

It's not very good.

But before he could recover, Li Fuyao pressed down the handle of the green silk sword with one hand. The previous water sword was a sword, and now a sword is a sword.

Two swords.

Li Fuyao looks at Jiangchuan deeply, and the fierce sword spirit is the most incisive in this sword.

The sword light

penetrated the rain curtain and fell on Jiangchuan's chest.

Jiang Chuan held out his hand to hold the green silk and said in a cold voice, "do you really want to kill climbing the stairs in spring and autumn?"

Li Fuyao didn't speak. When he was in Qiufeng Town, Li Fuyao and ye Shengge tried to kill him. However, it was not one of his own who killed Meng Jin. In Jianshan before that, he did not kill Meng Jin alone.

But today, there is a chance.

Li Fuyao put out his hand to wipe the rain on his face and laughed, "Wei Chunzhi, the elder, went into the morning and evening, and then went upstairs at dusk. I am not as good as that elder, but I still have to try. Can I kill climbing stairs with spring and autumn?"

In the spring and Autumn period, it was only in the chaofengchen of Baiyu town that he killed Shen Fu, a Confucian monk, in the spring and Autumn period.

Besides, no one else made it.

This time, it should be Li Fuyao.

Jiang Chuan held down the body of the green silk sword. No matter how bloody his hands were, he just held it to death.

Li Fuyao released the green silk sword. The tall building had already fallen into his hands, but he still failed to pierce Jiangchuan with a sword.

There was no substantial breakthrough in the two swords until the third sword.

Grass gradually green from the rain, just a moment later, it has fallen on Jiangchuan's chest, poop, directly through the chest of Jiangchuan.

Then, the moon sword fell to Jiangchuan's chest.

This sword has been waiting for the opportunity to move. Now it is the last strike.

When the moon enters the body, the lingfu of Jiangchuan is in chaos, and countless Qi machines are wandering away, but the meridians are already blocked.

He was hard to open his mouth, but his hand had begun to hang down powerlessly.

The sword fell into his chest.

These three swords are nailed to Jiangchuan's chest.

Li Fuyao's green silk sword returned to his hand. Li Fuyao recited silently that I had a sword and then handed it out.

All four swords fell on Jiang Chuan's chest.

In the pouring rain, four swords killed Jiangchuan completely here.

Li Fuyao takes back the green silk, stabs the ground with his sword and spits out a big mouthful of blood.

It's just standing and not falling.

Standing in the distance, ye Shengge holds an umbrella and walks slowly. The heavy rain has already soaked her shoes and socks, but she doesn't feel cold at all.

Looking at the bloody young man in the distance, I feel a little inexplicable.

When he came to Li Fuyao's side and put his umbrella on his head, he whispered, "it's very good."

Li Fuyao did not speak.

Because now he's already passed out.

Ye Shengge shakes his head, reaches out to brush the swords. The moon and tall buildings are green and the sword for seeking immortals returns to the place where they should go. Ye Shengge skillfully opens Li Fuyao's mouth and fills him with some pills. Then he carries this young man who is destined to have an extraordinary life and walks slowly towards the city of juyu.As she walked, she was thinking about it. In juyu City, anyone who wanted Li Fuyao's life would be killed.

It's not a big deal.

So there was a pouring rain, the white skirt woman carrying a blood covered man in blue, umbrella slowly.

Just a few moments later, the white dress woman's clothes were covered with blood, even blood dripping to the ground, and her face did not know when there were some blood stains.

But her face was as gentle as anyone had ever seen, like a little lady waiting for her husband to return home, and her eyes were full of affection.

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