Super Elation Under the Sun Chapter 288: There are monks outside the gate of Xiaoyi Tower
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In an invincible posture, the gray shadow went outside the Xiaoyi Loushan Gate in an instant, and brought the sky full of wind and snow, sweeping the Xiaoyi Loushan Gate, only to hear a loud bang, and the Xiaoyi Lou's mountain gate shattered in an instant. , The plaque with the words Xiaoyilou shattered instantly, and sawdust scattered everywhere.
A group of disciples from Xiaoyi Tower looked at each other, looking at the middle-aged man standing outside the door.
There are many more young people who have lived in Xiaoyi Building earlier, thinking about going up the mountain to apprentice, and looking at the gray-clothed man from a distance in the heavy snow, who is not an ordinary martial artist.
Tong Yunkui has always been famous in the rivers and lakes of Beihai, and the title of Sword Sovereign is the only one. After receiving the sword scriptures passed down by Zhao Fengchen, the cultivation of swordsmanship has long surpassed that of the past.
The gate of the mountain was broken. This is an endless vengeance. Tong Yunkui didn't say a word. His figure swept several tens of feet, and he drew an iron sword from the disciple on the side, facing the man in gray. The sword cut away.
Tong Yunkui often walked the rivers and lakes in the early years, and naturally he used swords to be seen by others. Even if most people in the rivers and lakes didn’t know who Tong Yunkui was, they should have heard the sword king slay more than a hundred criminals with a sword. Deeds.
After the former head of Xiaoyi Tower died of illness, the most famous person in Xiaoyi Tower now is the Old Sword Monarch. At this moment, many people are a little excited when they see Old Sword Monarch act in person.
Also accompanied by some worries, this Xiaoyi Tower was shot by Old Jianjun himself, which suffices to explain how tough the person opposite is.
As he grows older, Tong Yunkui has almost never made a shot for more than a decade, so this shot is shocking not only to outsiders, but even the disciples of Xiaoyilou.
Tong Yunkui's sword power has always been open and close, and there is a sense of righteousness, so he has the title of Sword Master. This sword was handed out from his hand, not knowing how much wind and snow had been rolled up, it seemed that the momentum was not small.
The grey man standing in place frowned. Although the man in front of him still looked like a martial artist, he felt that he had at least reached the end of the martial arts.
Vaguely stepped onto the road of spiritual practice?
A man in gray is also rare to think deeply, even if he enters that avenue of spiritual practice, is it possible that he can beat him, a cultivator of the Blue Silk Realm?
He rolled up his sleeves and rolled up a thousand piles of snow.
The sword was resolved in a moment.
The ordinary iron sword snapped instantly.
Tong Yunkui's mouth burst, and blood was spilled on the snow.
Immediately after the gray-clothed man waved his big sleeves, Tong Yunkui flew out and fell heavily into the snow.
Here are screams of exclamation one after another. Such a sword master was beaten up by a sleeve, and he didn't know his life or death?
Several disciples went to investigate Tong Yunkui's injuries.
Ye Zhou and Liu Ning glanced at each other, and they both saw the horror in their eyes.
Ye Zhou made a decisive decision, "Brother Liu, please go and ask the boss to take action, but Xiaoyi Tower will not be secured!"
Judging from the power displayed by this man in gray, he is also a monk, his realm is unknown, but it is by no means comparable to them who have just begun to practice. At this time, Li Fuyao was not on the mountain, only the leader. It is possible to rescue the distress from the wind and dust.
Liu Ning is not a stupid man. After Ye Zhou spoke, he nodded and turned away.
Ye Zhou took a step forward and looked at the man in gray who stopped moving after taking Tong Yunkui into the air. He said solemnly: "Your Excellency broke into my Xiaoyi Tower, but there are old hatreds and new grudges. If not, today's I'm afraid that it won't be done well."
The grey-clothed man glanced at Ye Zhou, his face was full of sneers.
He didn't stop Liu Ning from moving to rescue the soldiers. In fact, he also wanted to see if there were any other great characters in Xiaoyi Tower. If there were any, they would kill them all.
He always didn't want to do anything bothersome. It's not impossible to kill someone and talk about the purpose.
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On the mountain road, Li Fuyao looked at the old man who had only met down the mountain a few days ago, silently.
The old man stopped in the distance and looked at Li Fuyao with a smile on his face, "I have never seen a flaw in my life. You count one, but it breaks my rules. I have to come and kill you on the mountain. I didn’t confuse the fool. I only said that he wanted to kill. He was happy to be accompanied by someone. He was like me. He had no hope. I didn’t make any demands. I just lived in a muddle-headed way. I just want to be happy. It’s him. If you want to find your way again, if you hear that there is a good psychic sword here, you have to go up the mountain. I don't care if he is afraid of me, but will there be another swordsman in the blue silk realm on your mountain?"
These words are equivalent to having made it clearer than the cause and effect. Li Fuyao remembered the nineteenth sword, which was still in the bamboo building. His expression was a little unnatural. Starting from the sword practice, he started from I never thought that you must have a good sword to become a swordsman. When I went to look for a sword under the cliff, he was related to Qingsi, but even if it was not Qingsi, it was an ordinary iron sword, Li Fuyao would not feel anything. .
Although the world is huge, the swordsman has only one sword.
But the sword is still a foreign object, it depends on itself.
Li Fuyao touched the talisman on his waist, thinking about how to deal with it later, if Chao Fengchen is really in retreat, then he must not delay, he must fight quickly, and then go up the mountain to hold the other One person, otherwise it's hard to get through the wind and dust.
After the last meeting, the old man stood in the distance very wittily, apparently making up his mind to kill Li Fuyao in the distance.
Li Fu shook his head and glanced at Yufu. Needless to say, Yufu handed out the green silk.
Drawing out the sword, Li Fuyao whispered softly: "Brother Chen, it's not good to go up the mountain at this moment, and it's not wise to go down the mountain, just wait here."
Chen Bingjun had some doubts, so he whispered to Brother Li.
Li Fu shook his head, "Sword practice is actually not bad."
After saying these words, Li Fuyao swept away at once, giving birth to a cyan figure in the wind and snow, and at the same time the wind and snow and sword energy swept across the sky, looking from a distance, it was quite spectacular.
Yufu's eyes widened. She had never thought that the young man who had always liked reading sword books in the bamboo building was so powerful when he really wanted to do it.
It's hard to say that the sky and the earth are discolored, the sun and the moon are dull, but the masterful spirit is full.
Many people on the mountain trail were dumbfounded.
How powerful are the swordsmen on Ganhe Mountain?
No one thinks that the young man who shot is not a disciple of Xiaoyilou.
Beihai Jianghu, if you want to find such an extraordinary swordsman, you can only find it in Xiaoyilou.
Li Fuyao didn't say much nonsense, he slid across the mountain road, and went straight to the old man. Whether he was sword spirit or sword intent, the mountain road was full of awe-inspiring meaning anyway.
Li Fu shook forward with his sword, being patient, and didn't hand out a sword.
The old man's big sleeves moved slightly, his hands crossed his chest, and there was only a muffled sound between heaven and earth.
The mountain road was turbulent in the wind and snow, and all rushed up the mountain road.
Even if he is a monk in the too clear realm, facing such a swordsman in the blue silk realm, he is still unwilling to fight him in close hands.
The killing power of the swordsman is really too scary.
As soon as this fight started, it showed such a mighty power. It was really much stronger than the grey man in front of the mountain gate.
Li Fuyao watched the wind and snow roar from the sky, and only then did his first sword come out.
A sword is handed out, and the sword light suddenly rises!
Many people on the mountain road can see it with their own eyes.
The sword is like a dragon, breaking through the wind and snow abruptly, revealing the figure of the young man.
Li Fu, in a cyan cotton robe, shook his sword and walked out. He still kept walking under his feet, still heading towards the old man.
All the sword energy poured out, making the old man in the distance frown.
This time I went up the mountain, I saw that there was a monk from the Taiqing realm who was traveling with him. If not, he would not go up the mountain, but now, it is not that simple.
This swordsman of the Blue Silk Realm, it seems that this kendo training alone is extremely terrifying.
Li Fuyao had already made up his mind to solve the old man quickly, and then went back to the mountain to help, so he didn't keep his hands anymore. At the same time as he handed out a sword, the whole person rolled towards the old man with the wind and snow.
A tornado was set off on the mountain road.
The blizzard lasses wildly, no longer what it was before.
Where did those people on the mountain road have seen such a terrifying scene, and all of them were scared to death.
Worry was written on Yufu's face, while Chen Bingjun smiled bitterly.
It turns out that Brother Li, you are such a martial artist.
After Li Fuyao slashed away with a sword, the old man made wind and snow in front of him, and finally bullied him up, and it was no more than a few feet away from the old man.
The old man frowned and said: "How about you and I wave your hands? I let you go up the mountain, and I will go down immediately."
Li Fuyao looked indifferent, "It's late."
Li Fuyao swept again and again, finally he was about to reach two feet in front of the old man. The air machine in the old man's sleeves was tumbling, and the spirit house had already exploded like thunder, and all his vigorous air machines were pouring down here. Li Fuyao was killed in a moment.
But in this moment, Li Fuyao took out the talisman at his waist without hesitation, poured a sharp sword energy into it, and the Fulu exploded, and countless sword energy shot out.
The sword qi is like a dragon, breaking through countless qi barriers with a decisive attitude and piercing the old man's heart.
The old man spurted out a mouthful of blood, and his Qi dissipated in an instant.
Some things are called surprises.
Li Fuyao’s cultivation base in the Qingsi realm, even if it is to win the old man, it is actually very difficult. Without a bit of hard fighting, there is almost no possibility of winning, but I don’t know how many swords have been absorbed by the Talisman. Angrily, Li Fuyao now let go of his brain.
It's strange that the old man can stop.
It's all this sword.
The old man went back dozens of steps.
Li Fu shook his sword and swept forward again, piercing the old man's heart with a sword.
At the same time, being hit by an air machine that the old man finally gathered together, Li Fuyao's hand holding the sword trembled slightly, but he threw it in and pushed forward until it pierced the old man's body.
The old man smiled sullenly.
Li Fuyao stood in front of the old man, silent.
A monk who is too Qingjing would die too easily.
Li Fuyao pressed down the blood in his throat, temporarily used a wisp of sword qi to disperse the qi in the meridians, took a deep breath, didn't stay on the mountain road, and lifted his sword towards the mountain.
There is also a monk here.
It's just that without the talisman, plus there are already injuries, it's difficult to stop that person.