Chapter 640: The sword is not only the saint

The sea of ​​clouds churned, and Ye Sheng was actually forced to retreat by Li Fuyao several tens of meters with a sword. If it were passed out, everyone in the world would have to look at Li Fuyao with admiration, no matter what method he used to make Ye Sheng suffer such a big loss Yes, it is enough to produce such a result.
After all, Ye Sheng was not another person, but the first person in the world after Chao Qingqiu left the world.
The most powerful person in the world is Ye Sheng.
Several golden lights fell on the sea of ​​clouds.
Some of Ning Sheng's cinnabar still appeared on the horizon, but it was much bleak compared to before. Under the battle between him and Ye Changting, he had already understood that there was still a gap between himself and the sword fairy. It’s just this reality that made Ning Sheng feel a little palpitating. Ye Changting hadn’t heard of it for hundreds of years before, but it was only a few years after he was born. Who would have thought that he could take Zhaoqing at this moment. The name of the first sword immortal in the autumn world began to make them all jealous.
Tonight's battle, according to Ning Sheng's point of view, Liu Xiang is not a noteworthy person, the most important thing is to kill Ye Changting.
This person may be the biggest unpredictable factor in the previous human situation.
Master Zhou's expression remained as usual. His realm was the most brilliant one except Ye Sheng. The previous battle was far from traumatic. He looked at the sword light going away from the sky, silently. Speechless, this time Xiaoyuan City gathered a total of six saints, three from Taoism, two from Confucianism, and even one saint from Buddhism, but they failed to create the slightest result.
Just let the sword master who was not in this world leave the world again.
Chen Sheng's face was pale as paper. He stood in the distance and said softly: "There is news from Chao Fu that Li Changgu has entered the sea. He could not stop him. Someone in Luoyang City stopped him."
If the previous situation is that the business did not make a loss, or even a small profit, then from this moment on, then the business is a real loss.
The appearance of a sword fairy in the world is far more unacceptable than the previous sword master.
Ning Sheng glanced at Master Zhou, but the meaning in his eyes was not quite clear.
Li Changgu used to study in the academy and was inextricably linked to Confucianism. Nowadays, it is not clear how to say this kind of thing.
Master Zhou ignored Ning Sheng, his status was comparable to Ye Sheng, so naturally he would not care about him.
After a while, Ye Sheng returned from the sea of ​​clouds in the distance. The Taoist sage still looked like jade, his aura was as usual, and there was no sign of embarrassment. Even if he was forced back by Li Fuyao with a sword before, it didn’t hurt to watch. .
Ye Sheng fell next to Master Zhou, his emotions did not fluctuate, but he said indifferently: "The world is in a troubled autumn, you have to pay more attention."
There are some cryptic meanings in the words, I think it can only be these two saints
People can understand.
Master Zhou nodded and didn't say much.
Zhang Sheng appeared in the distance of the sea of ​​clouds, but was also the first to leave. Since Ye Sheng has already expressed his position and Master Zhou did not express any other thoughts, then things are no longer important, so Zhang Sheng will leave at this moment. No one can gossip.
Zhang Sheng took the lead to leave, and then after Ning Sheng signaled to Ye Sheng, he also slowly left. The saints in the clouds left one after another, which meant that the matter was about to end. The saints were leaving, and Master Zhou was the last one.
As for the buddhaland saint before, he has already left for the buddhaland.
To gain is to recuperate.
Among these saints, the injuries he suffered are not serious. Now he has no intention of staying in the mountains and rivers. If he leaves soon, he may be killed.
Ye Sheng stood on the sea of ​​clouds, looking at the sword marks that hadn't dissipated in the sea of ​​clouds before, the whole person didn't know what was thinking, only after a long time, he waved his hand, erased the sword marks, and left here. Nowhere, no trace.
The sword mark is gone, and the saints have also left. Today's affairs are completely over at this moment.
As for the sword lord, now that he has fallen into the river, naturally no one cares about it.
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Li Fuyao also left, slashed out with a sword, and with the remaining sword energy of the Xunxian Sword, it was enough to make him leave this small garden city thousands of miles away, but after thousands of miles, if a saint chased him, he might not be able to hide. The killing and robbery in the past, in the early morning, he fell from a high altitude, in front of a mountain stream.
Then he passed out.
When I woke up, it was already time for the setting sun.
For a whole day, no saint wanted to die to him endlessly. Li Fuyao lay beside the stream, with blood oozing out of his body, following the stream, and the blood spread far away. When he opened his eyes, his whole body was covered. The pain was fierce, the Qingsi Sword was beside him, and the Xunxian Sword fell quietly beside him. After this battle, Xunxian Sword was completely silent.
Li Fuyao looked up at the setting sun. His limbs were weak and he couldn't lift up. In this battle, if he changed someone else, he might have already died, but he was different. Although several spiritual palaces were damaged to varying degrees, It has not been completely broken, and there is still some remaining sword aura in the spirit palace, which can be very beneficial to him, but this battle, the ten thousand zhang is gone, the sword nineteen is still in Ye Sheng’s demon bowl, This sword is his first fake natal sword, and it is also the first sword to take the initiative to recognize him as his master. He naturally has deep feelings for sword nineteen.
It's just that he wasn't Chao Qingqiu, he entered the sword in Ye Shengzhen's demon bowl, and naturally he couldn't get it back.
However, after Sword Nineteen is gone, you can use the Xunxian Sword to make up for its lack, and Xunxian Sword is a broken fairy sword.
To a certain extent, it will make Li Fuyao stronger.
Li Fuyao stopped thinking about these things, but began to look inwardly at the sword energy remaining in the meridians. Only a moment later, a monster energy appeared in the mountains and forests.
Although the demon land in the north is the place where the demon races gather, it is not without mountains and rivers, but the realm of the demon race on the mountains and rivers is relatively lower and not fierce.
But this is also equivalent to some monks.
Li Fuyao's blood attracted many demon repairs.
Just in the forest.
There are many little demons who are just pill formation realms, but there are also demon cultivators with exquisite realms.
Even in the distance, there was a demon cultivator from the Taiqing realm staring at him. That tiger demon was already considered an absolute powerhouse within a hundred miles of this mountain forest. At this moment, he was staring in the forest somewhere, lying beside the stream. Li Fuyao.
Beside this tiger demon, there was a short man with a gloomy expression, looking at Li Fuyao as well.
"Don't worry, the king, I have arranged for someone to test. It should be a low-level human monk. After eating, he has no worries and no need to worry about someone seeking revenge."
The mountain forest here is neither Yanling nor Liangxi, but Dayu, which would not provoke anyone who shouldn't be offended.
But when the little man spoke, a bright light suddenly appeared in the stream in the distance.
A sword was looted in the mountains and forests, and it took the life of a little demon almost every once in a while.
"It's a swordsman..."
The short man before saw this scene, his face paled, and his whole body went limp on the spot.
The demon-faced Tiger Demon gritted his teeth and said, "What you are afraid of, maybe it is not a powerful person."
He said that, but when he spoke, he was actually very scared. What this demon cultivator fears most is not a Confucian monk or Taoist monk, but a swordsman who is most afraid of this sword.
It was not easy for Shanhe to meet two swordsmen in the past, but these things have happened over the years, and many demon cultivators have already understood. Now Shanhe has more swordsmen than before.
It's too much, how come you can run into one here?
"Don't be afraid, as long as we..."
The little man hadn't finished speaking yet, and a long sword had already passed over his neck.
With a pop.
Blood splattered.
The Tiger Demon looked at this scene, turned around and left, but when he turned around, a sick man appeared on his side.
The man is holding a dagger, which is now on his neck.
Those sharp sword auras caused a lot of blood to leak out of his neck in just an instant.
"Cultivation is not easy, why not cherish?"
The next moment, a huge tiger head rolled down.