Chapter 209: The alley is full of snow

The alley is full of snow and wind.
After walking through that sword channel, he took another sword and broke open the lower abdomen of the gatehouse. After a bone-bearing wound appeared, the gatehouse forced the sword out of the wound with a vigorous Qi machine. , Don't let the sword energy invade the meridians, but no matter how you look at it, a Confucian monk from the Taiqing realm took the sword with a sword, and it was absolutely shocking to say it.
The strength of Shanhe Swordsman has not been personally experienced by a monk from the Academy for many years.
The concierge swept back without hesitation, unwilling to approach Li Fuyao.
Just how sharp Li Fuyao's sword aura is, this sword is proof.
Carrying Qingsi, he was in this snowy alley and looked up at Dazaifu not far in front. Li Fuyao didn't have a sword in his hand, just squeezed the corner of his clothes.
After a while, a sword of light suddenly appeared!
The blizzard in the alley didn’t know why, but suddenly there was a meal, and then it was rolled up a lot in front of the gatehouse. The blizzard turned into a snow-white python that was several feet long, and the python opened up. With a big mouth of blood, it was not as smelly as ordinary snakes, but was full of cold air. Li Fuyao raised his head and looked at the snow-white giant python. Through the wind and snow, he could see behind the giant python. The porter kept making seals on his hands to drive the giant python.
There are so many techniques for the monks of the Three Religions, which is not too difficult to understand. The original Three Religions have been inherited, and after so many years have passed, countless outstanding heroes have explored and explored and created a few skills. It is also an extremely normal thing. It is like the bright moon and long river in the hands of the master of Shenxian Mountain. Originally, it did not belong to any sage left behind. Therefore, even if you can see this snow-white python, it is shocking. Yu, Li Fuyao didn't think too much, just shook hands tightly.
Swordsman with a sword in his hand is enough.
After the Snow White Python opened his mouth, he spit out a lot of ice awls, each of which was aimed at Li Fuyao.
Li Fuyao frowned, and while holding his sword to resist, he was thinking about how to get over the snow-white giant python transformed by the wind and snow, and put the blue silk on the doorman's neck.
In Luoyang City, it is naturally not easy to kill people under the eyes of those big men. What's more, he is going to kill a monk in the Academy, a monk in the Taiqing realm who is enough to make Luoyang City take seriously. It is not bad if there hasn't been any observance by the Ministry of Criminal Justice before, let alone hope that there will be someone behind you.
Li Fuyao took a deep breath, and before the snow-white giant python spit out the ice awl, he swept forward with his toes lightly on the ground, and then he swept into the air, facing the giant giant python's head with a sword. Cut out.
The sword energy instantly fell on the giant python's head, and the snow-white scales flew. Li Fuyao's sword pierced the giant python's head, but he couldn't get deep enough. He was quickly ejected by a vigorous energy machine. , Li Fuyao's right arm holding the sword soared, gritted his teeth and waved the handle that bounced back.
At this moment, Li Fuyao's sword intent was pure and full of sword energy.
The swordsman was a Jedi one foot in front of him. Although Li Fuyao was not standing in front of the concierge, there was always a giant python.
Therefore, after the second sword was swung, the head of the giant python was stabbed by Li Fuyao almost half the length of the sword with a sword. The head of the giant python was twisted frantically, and the blood basin opened wide. It looked terrifying!
Li Fuyao jumped onto the snow-white giant python's head, drew out the blue silk, and slashed towards the giant python's head without hesitation.
This time, a sword cut off the giant python's head.
The snow-white python immediately dissipated and turned into a blizzard.
Li Fuyao didn't stop for a while, taking advantage of the wind and snow blocking his vision, his figure swept straight towards the gatehouse in the distance.
The sword air flow in the spirit palace has disappeared a lot. If you don't kill the monk of the too clear realm as soon as possible, I am afraid that you will really die in this place later.
From beginning to end, Li Fuyao didn't have the confidence that he would surely let the monk of the too clear realm die under his sword.
If the realm of the two is counted on the side of the Three Religions, it will be a total difference of two.
Previously, he made great achievements with a sword, but he also bullied the concierge to underestimate the enemy and had never seen a swordsman use his sword.
When Li Fuyao swept away with a sword, the concierge did not dodge, but stood in the wind and snow, holding the sleeves of the other hand in one hand. This monk in the Taiqing realm seemed to be going to go to the field. The working farmer is generally doing the final preparations.
Li Fuyao's heart suddenly tightened, and the feeling was like when he was practicing swords with his uncle Xie Lu before at the foot of Jianshan Mountain, Xie Lu made a sword. He didn't see it, but he really wanted to kill him. Wherever it goes.
Li Fuyao turned his head suddenly. I don’t know when there was a small white snake on his side. He was about to bite his thigh with a mouthful of his mouth. The green silk in his hand turned back and the snake head was cut off. Li Fuyao stared at the doorman in the distance with cold eyes. .
The concierge, who had already rolled up his sleeves, did not take advantage of Li Fuyao's consumption of sword energy in the spirit mansion to violently kill. It's easy, I really don't want to torture and kill a young genius like you."
Li Fuyao was silent, just holding the sword in his hand and stepping out with a single step.
The concierge, who had already rolled up his sleeves, smiled slightly and stretched out a hand with a dazzling white light.
Then suddenly, there was a vigorous vitality. For a while, it was like an invisible wall of air across Li Fuyao, Li Fuyao handed out the sword, did not continue to advance, hung in the air, it seemed to be someone else. Li Fuyao's expression changed slightly when he grasped it firmly and couldn't pull it back.
Following the Snow White Python, this was Li Fuyao's means to see the concierge again.
The monks of Taiqingjing have a well-deserved reputation.
Li Fuyao looked at the doorman in front of him, and the sword energy in the Ling Palace instantly poured out from the meridians, like a river entering the sea, rushing for thousands of miles, all converging on the sword.
The Qingsijian glowed brightly, and at the same time that the light was vibrating, there seemed to be a sound of something being torn between heaven and earth, the face of the porter changed drastically, the air in the sleeves was filled with energy, and a guqin technique appeared behind him.
Now, the concierge finally took out his natal magic weapon.
Li Fuyao didn't look at the guqin, but after tearing through the wall of qi, his sword qi rushed into the sky and pointed directly at the doorman's heart.
This battle in the alley has only come to the wonderful place now.
On a tall building in the distance, the middle-aged man who walked out of the Taifu’s mansion and another young man with a knife around his waist stood in a place with a wide enough view, watching the battle in the alley. .
When the Snow White Python took shape, the young man with the sword put his hand on the hilt once, this time when Li Fuyao's sword was hanging in the air, he touched the hilt again.
The middle-aged man looked at this scene and sighed: "Cheng Yusheng, do you know why the knife at your waist is called Luoshui?"
Cheng Yusheng’s face was flat, "The moat outside Luoyang City is called Luoshui. Since this knife is called Luoshui, it is nothing more than to ask Cheng Yusheng to learn from Luoshui to guard Luoyang City. But what he said that night was considered me half a lifesaver. I am ashamed of not doing anything."
The middle-aged man laughed, "Cheng Yusheng, when you say this, even I find it strange. It's obviously that you have to get involved. You are trying to save the Taoist Ye Shengge, so is he, so why did you say it was yours? Half a lifesaver?"
Cheng Yusheng lowered his head, wondering what he was thinking.
The middle-aged man pointed to the alley and said with emotion: "This is the game under the palace cloth. What can you do as a cultivator of the blue silk realm? It's not good to say that if you are now in a war situation, I'm afraid He died earlier than him. He was in Luoyang City. It was nothing more than Mr. Changgu from the Star Picking Tower and Ye Shengge from the Taoist Seed. Both of them could not come today. He was almost half dead. However, although this game was set by the palace, the young man was willing to walk in. He wanted to kill, but he didn’t know that he wanted to kill him. Actually speaking, the person in Luoyang who most wanted to save him was not. You are not Tai Fu, but the Emperor, His Majesty."
Cheng Yusheng held the handle of the knife with his hand, and asked in doubt: "Since your Majesty wants to save him, why can't I take action?"
The middle-aged man waved his hand, "Your Majesty has only a few hole cards in his hand. Wang Yanqing counts as half, Mr. Changgu counts one, Taifu counts one, and two veterans of the criminal ministry. Nothing. I rushed to do it. It was useless except to break the delicate situation."
"After all, you, Grandpa Cheng, are still too weak."
The middle-aged man looked at the alley with some carelessness.
Cheng Yusheng loosened the handle of the knife, with a lonely expression.
The middle-aged man patted him on the shoulder with fear, "Your time is not now, let's stay here, stay for a few more years, the city of Luoyang will depend on you."
Cheng Yusheng laughed suddenly, "I don't think he will die."
The middle-aged man asked in shock: "Why?"
Cheng Yusheng laughed, "A young man with a girl he likes in his heart, if he hadn't seen that girl, how could he just die like this?"
The middle-aged man who has read too many sage books stunned: "What a ghost reason."
Cheng Yusheng stopped talking nonsense. He just looked at the alley, thinking about when Miss Ye appeared on the alley, when he would pull out his sword, what Luoshui, what guarding Luoyang city, and Miss Ye. Than, in fact, it's not worth mentioning!
At this moment, the guqin has already been played in the alley.
There was a breathtaking voice, clear and clear like a nine-day phoenix.
Li Fuyao was excited.
His eyes were red and he looked at the guqin.
Facing the endless spells of the Three Sect monks, the swordsman also broke them with one sword, only one sword, and one sword was enough.
Li Fuyao ignored the sound of the piano that was enough to kill people, and his figure still swept forward, but in this moment, he suddenly thought of a few words.
The guest died in a foreign land.