Chapter 193: The scholar with the sword

As the last hunchbacked old man to appear, the old monk of the Academy of Chaomu Realm was extremely cautious. After arriving at the entrance of the alley, he just glanced at the current situation of the alley, and then he lifted Jia Qing up and threw it into the alley. Next to the carriage outside the mouth.
Jia Qing, who was seriously injured, got up, swallowed the blood in his mouth, and said with difficulty, "Thank you, Uncle Master, for your help."
The hunched old man looked indifferent and ignored.
He just looked at Ye Shengge and Li Fuyao in the alley, then turned his gaze to the sword on Li Fuyao's waist, then glanced at the sword box behind him again, and then sneered: "Sword Mountain has not fallen so far. How far? Even a disciple who walks in the world has to wear seven or eight swords to save his life?"
Li Fuyao looked plain, silent.
It's just that when a hand is placed on the hilt, his aura has reached its peak, and he will only wait for a suitable opportunity to release the sword.
After Ye Shengge received the peach wood sword, he didn't take out anything else for the time being. The Taoist in a white dress just looked at the hunched old man in front of him, frowning slightly.
Tonight is destined to be a deadly battle, saying too much is meaningless, after all, you still have to distinguish between high and low.
Li Fuyao is just a swordsman in the Sword Qi realm. He can at best match a monk in the Taiqing realm. Facing the stubborn monk in the Chaomu realm, if he is allowed to deal with it alone, if it is not wrong. He would definitely turn around and leave for the reason he couldn't fight.
Swordsman's killing power is unparalleled in the world, but it is only limited to the same realm, and there is no saying that across two realms, you can be indifferent to people.
Even Zhao Qingqiu back then, I'm afraid it could not do this.
Li Fuyao pressed the hilt of the sword, and when the sword was unsheathed, it didn't depend on anyone else but Ye Shengge.
The humpbacked old man seemed unwilling to say more. After saying that, he took a big step forward. His clothes were blown by the powerful air machine. He stretched out a hand and pressed it down slightly. The monk, without exception, felt an invisible aura, and this aura seemed to be standing by the coast, watching the tide hit the coast.
How can human force resist that kind of momentum?
The two Penal Departments who can still stand today looked at each other and each had some plans. One of them swept forward and was about to pull up the colleague who had been severely injured by Yijian, while the other looked at Li Fuyao. , Is always ready to intercept Li Fuyao, Li Fuyao squinted, and the first sword tonight was not for Ye Shengge in the final analysis, but it was just a sword that was involved in this round. After all, in Luoyang City, that Yan Yan The Emperor Ling was actually kind to this little swordsman. He killed the monk Yanling in the Luosang River. In the end, Wang Yanqing sent by Emperor Yanling only played a game of chess with him at the border. It was difficult. Although it was because the old scholar was in it, in fact Wang Yanqing didn't want to keep Li Fuyao too much. All of this still depends on Emperor Yanling's mind.
Therefore, when he watched the priest enshrined the other torture minister and pulled out of the alley, he put his hand on the hilt of the sword and did not leave.
The sword was never out of its sheath.
The three torture ministers have already withdrawn from the battlefield. Now in the alley, apart from Cheng Yusheng sitting next to the Tu Shutu corpse, only Li Fuyao and Ye Shengge are left.
Ye Shengge beckoned slightly, and an oil-paper umbrella appeared out of thin air, hovering over Cheng Yusheng's head, to dissolve the qi from the humpback old man for him.
At the same time, Ye Shengge flipped his palm, and several talismans appeared in his palm and shot away in an instant.
Straight to the hunchback old man face the door.
These talismans have little effect, they just want to confine the old man with a hump back.
At the same time as these talismans flew out, a jade bowl appeared above Ye Shengge.
Once the jade bowl appeared, the abundance of Qi in the alley really reached its peak.
The hunchbacked old man frowned, then pointed out, and a sharp aura swept from his fingertips to the jade bowl.
Those talismans have turned into silk threads and entangled toward the humpback old man.
The four people outside the alley were stunned.
The three Xingbu Enshrines and Jia Qing outside the alley were amazed by the many artifacts of Ye Shengge, from the peach wood sword at the beginning, to the oil-paper umbrella later, to the present jade bowl, not to mention the few talismans. It's already an eye-opener.
And how you look at it, the random one among the three is not like a normal magic weapon, especially the jade bowl that appeared at the end. From the perspective of power, it is already extraordinary.
The most famous bowl among the mountains and rivers is the Demon Bowl in the hands of a certain Taoist saint. The bowl in the hands of that saint is not only famous for the saint’s magical instruments, but there is another point. , In the Demon Suppressing Bowl, not only many demon cultivators with a high level of cultivation are suppressed, but there is even a quasi-great demon who has already stepped through the sea on one foot.
Such a demon cultivation, I am afraid that even the master can't resist, but in that saint's bowl, there is still no way to get out.
Although this jade bowl is certainly not as good as that bowl, no matter how you look at it, it will never be just a mere appearance.
While the old man with the humpback pointed out, the jade bowl was slowly pressed against the head of the old man with the hump under the urging of Ye Shengge, the old man with the humpback looked indifferent.
He lifted one hand upwards, countless majestic Qi machines gushing out from the cuffs, which were extremely bright in the dark, and the other hand pinched the magic technique, which was thought to be a royal magic weapon.
The silk thread made by the talisman hadn't come before the old man with hunchback, but it had already torn apart.
Behind the humpback old man began to appear a black and white picture scroll.
Just as a black and white picture scroll faintly appeared behind him.
On the side of the alley, Li Fuyao swept forward abruptly. At the same time, the blue silk was unsheathed from his waist, and he handed out a sword with sharp sword energy.
Between the alleys, full of sword intent.
Within ten feet in front of the swordsman, monks of the same realm can't stay.
The three torture members who fought in the alley were frightened, especially the one who had been swiped through the lower abdomen with a sword before, and his face turned pale. He knew clearly that if Li Fuyao had been this sword before, he would never have been killed. Scratching the lower abdomen is so simple.
The swordsman's sword is really too powerful.
Just as Li Fuyao swept towards the old man with the humpback, the black and white picture scroll here had reached the old man with the hump.
A sword pierced the picture scroll, and the body of Qingsi's sword instantly burst into an extremely exaggerated arc. Li Fuyao's hand holding the sword trembled slightly, and the tiger's mouth burst open instantly.
The blood is stained with blue silk.
I'm afraid that if it weren't for the last master of this blue silk was the sword embryo Bai Zhihan, the former had held the sword for many years and repeatedly tempered the blue silk with his own sword aura, and now he would probably break it on the spot.
A monk in the Chaoyang Realm was indeed too powerful.
The next moment, Li Fu flew out and fell heavily into the alley.
Cheng Yusheng watched this scene with anxiety.
Ye Shengge's face turned pale, and at first he painted the book picture, and then he fought Jia Qing, and now he is fighting against the hunchback old man in the blue silk realm. Even though this Dao seed is beaten by iron, no matter how abundant the spirit is in the spiritual palace, it will now Exhausted.
Li Fuyao got up, swallowed a bit of blood in his mouth, turned his head and looked at Cheng Yusheng, somewhat helpless.
The monks in the Chao and Twilight realm, who were truly enemies, met two altogether.
The previous one even stepped on him directly. If it hadn't been for Jianshan's ancestor Xu Ji to use his sword, there would be no situation where he carried the sword and then dealt with another monk.
After Li Fuyao stood up, he took a deep breath and looked at the scene in the distance. Even if the jade bowl of Ye Shengge was pointed by the old man with the humpback, he did not lose its power and still pressed against the head of the old man with the humpback. , It was just very slow. As for the picture scroll in front of the old man with hunchback, the white light suddenly flourished, and the wisps of energy had already hit Ye Shengge.
Ye Shengge's expression in a white dress was plain, but his face was really unsightly.
The brilliance of the white dress on her body is flowing, and it is obviously a good magic weapon.
The four people outside the alley are already numb, facing Ye Shengge's endless magical tools, no matter who wants to come, they will be a little lamented. This is also a monk, and the gap is really big.
It's just that even Ye Shengge with such magical tools is a bit difficult in the current situation.
After all, the old man with the humpback is a monk in the realm of the Chaos and the Darkness, who is higher than her.
Li Fu stood in the distance with his sword holding his sword, a little sad between his eyes.
However, just as he squeezed Qingsi and prepared to hand out the second sword, a gentle voice suddenly sounded in his ear, "Look at my sword?"
Li Fuyao was startled, then turned his head, but no one was around.
"That person" continued to speak in his ear: "I originally thought of this sword as soon as he entered the alley, but I felt your sword aura, so I wanted to see how your sword was. After all, I I haven't seen a swordsman in Luoyang City for too much time."
Li Fuyao suddenly asked in a low voice, "Senior is also a Jianshan disciple?"
Originally thought it was a problem that should be done well, but "that person" quickly laughed and said, "I want to go to Jianshan, but I have never been there."
Li Fuyao was a little lost.
"That person" sighed lightly, "This sword was originally intended to save the baby girl. Since you are here, take a look at it. Maybe it will be of some benefit to you. Jianshan, it's such a good place. ."
Li Fuyao stepped back two steps, and whispered softly: "Then wait for the sword from Senior."
"That man" seemed to smile, and then there was no sound.

Luoyang City, Zhanxinglou.
At this moment, the situation is changing, and thunder and lightning flashes above the clouds.
Countless majestic auras gathered on the top of the star-catching building, and gusts of wind blew the man's clothes.
The prohibition imposed by Yanling Academy is now fully recovered.
Everything was just because Li Changgu threw the sword at his waist downstairs after standing up.
That bitter day is short, with a sharp sword aura, it forcibly tore a hole in these auras, rushed out of the Star Picking Tower, and went to a certain place.
Li Changgu smiled softly, "There are three points left, that's enough."