Chapter 513: Two people who should have died long ago

When the sword qi of the qi rushing into the bullfight emerged from the sea and swept the sky.
Countless monks on the sea were stunned.
Yanle looked excited. Looking at this sword, the swordsman couldn't help shouting: "Which kendo senior is it?!"
As excited as the words and music, there are many wild repairs with swords.
Feng Lu looked at this sword, still looking into the sea.
This time Wushan opened and entered it. Although there were many more wild cultivators later, everyone knew that the highest level of swordsmanship in Wushan, except for Li Fuyao, no one else.
But even though Li Fuyao is a wizard, he has already reached the too clear realm soon after practicing swordsmanship, but too clear, can he have such power?
This sword, just by looking at its power, is at least at its peak.
Yes, Wushan does not allow monks above the Chaomu realm to enter, this can only be at the peak of Chaomu.
But who is such a person?
In addition to the excitement of many people, many other thoughts have been born.
When Jianshan reopened, there was a farce. Although it was resolved in the end, not many monks were optimistic that Jianshan could become another sect against Confucianism and Taoism.
Even if there is Chao Qingqiu standing behind him.
However, since the reopening of Jianshan, there have been many swordsmen they don’t know about in the world. Although these swordsmen cannot allow Jianshan to surpass Confucianism and Taoism from now on, they can always make people. See the hope.
Some sword repairers were afraid to go to Jianshan before, but after seeing this sword at this time, who said they wouldn't have any ideas?
Monks like them, if they talk about characters like Chao Jianxian, they are too far away.
It was a swordsman who had a higher realm than them, but not much higher.
It makes them feel more secure.
The middle-aged Ye Xiu, who had been talking a lot before, turned his head and looked at his master. The middle-aged Ye Xiu smiled and asked, "You want to learn swords?"
That sword aura was still there, but his master's words seemed even sharper.
Then Ye Xiu smiled and said, "How can I?"
The middle-aged Ye Xiu smiled and said nothing.
In the distance, a middle-aged man with an ordinary face appeared on the sea. Standing in the distance, his expression was flat, but his momentum made everyone around him a little farther away.
And farther away, a man in white clothes stepped on a sword, watching from a distance, feeling a little boring.
Of course no one saw him.
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After a moment, his sword moved away from here, and a white rainbow was born in the sky.
This foggy mountain is not small. He said he wanted to come and see, he just wanted to come and see, instead of escorting someone.
Not long after, he came to the bamboo forest and fell in front of the bamboo building.
Before long, he reached the bottom.
Looking at the chicken and dog, the man in white looked plain.
Chickens and dogs dare not move.
The man in white walked a few steps forward, came to the outside of the thatched hut, and took out a handwritten note in a crack in the wall.
Looking at the sentence above, the man in white frowned, "Rabbit."
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In the sea, before the tunnel.
With Bai Zhihan's last sword, he cut off an arm of the Saint Yanhe, and was hit in the chest with a palm of the Saint Yanhe.
Bai Zhihan's figure regressed, and his whole person began to become a little fuzzy.
He was just a sword aura.
Bai Zhihan held the sword with a calm expression, "The saint is nothing but that."
The saint Yanhe looked extremely indifferent, and he arrived in front of Bai Zhihan in a moment, and his only hand was holding Bai Zhihan's head, thinking of squeezing it.
Bai Zhihan looked indifferent, and said calmly: "But half the sword, the other half sword, hand it to him."
While speaking, the Qingsi Sword dropped his hand and swept towards Li Fuyao at the end of the tunnel.
Li Fuyao held Qingsi, looked at the scene in front, and said nothing.
Bai Zhihan smiled and said, "After today, Qingsi will be your thing."
Following the words, Bai Zhihan was crushed by the life of the sage of Yanhe, turned into sword energy, and shot the sage of Yanhe into the air.
At this moment, the already badly injured Saint Yanhe stood in the distance, his expression still unchanged.
After Li Fuyao lifted the sword, he came to the tunnel.
Qinghuai stood beside Ye Shengge, came to the distance, looked at this scene, raised an eyebrow and said, "I think he is the best man in the world."
Ye Shengge turned his head and said, "What to do with me?"
Qing Huai said very seriously: "Don't fight with me."
Ye Shengge smiled lightly and didn't say much.
Chanzi was not far away. Hearing these words, he felt a little bit interesting, but did not delve into it. Gu Yuan stood beside him, and Chanzi touched her head, thinking that she was finally alive.
Gu Yuan rebuked himself and said, "I'm really useless."
Chanzi said, "You are still young, and it will be better in a few years, but you don't have to blame yourself."
Qing Huai glanced at Zhongye in the distance, and then casually said: "He saved your life, you must remember his good."
Ye Shengge frowned and said, "What do you mean?"
Qinghuai said before that she shouldn't rob her. What is it for now?
Qing Huai thought for a while and said frankly, "He is about to run into trouble, so..."
Ye Shengge was a free and easy temper, she didn't say much, she just nodded.
Since she started her practice, she has been said to have a thorough enlightenment, and she has no idea about everything and everything, she is devoted to Taoism, except for having a soft spot for peach blossoms.
To Li Fuyao, she had never had any affection between men and women. The reason why she could be friends with Li Fuyao was that she had experienced life and death.
When Jianshan meets, Luoyang City meets.
Encounter is destiny.
But fate is not in love.
Yeah, who in this world can make her look after?
"Do your best."
After saying this, Ye Shengge didn't say more, she thought about it, and sat on the jade stairs, watching the next battle.
Ye Shengge in a white dress looks like a country girl at this moment.
Quiet.
After a while, Qinghuai also sat down.
She was dressed in Tsing Yi, with a kind of unclear air.
The two sit together, like two flowers, each with its own merits.
But I just wanted to distinguish between high and low.
Li Fuyao was holding Qingsi, and already handed out several swords, occasionally making meritorious works, leaving several wounds on the body of Saint Yanhe.
This saint who has a thorough understanding of the Three Religions, was eventually severely injured by Bai Zhihan's sword, and now I am afraid that he is not as good as an ordinary Chaodu Realm.
He was panting heavily, and golden blood was flowing from his body.
Like an old dog.
Miserable.
Li Fuyao raised his sword forward, pierced the saint Yanhe's chest with a sword, and the tip of the sword penetrated into his body, bringing up a large piece of flesh and blood. He asked, "Where is the second half of the script?"
Sage Yanhe first had a meal and then laughed. He smiled indifferently: "You want to know the truth six thousand years ago. You killed me, you won't want to know it for the rest of your life!"
Li Fuyao said.
The tip of the sword continued to pick up a piece of flesh and blood, revealing white bones.
"You won't be alone in this world."
Li Fuyao looked at the frenzied saint and said calmly: "You should have died a long time ago."
While speaking, he raised his sword.