Chapter 658: Running dogs and old dogs have become dead dogs

As soon as the word "po" was uttered, the sword in front of Meng Jin swept out. The stegosaurus was very large, and the sword looked very small.
One big and one small.
It looks very small.
But at the same time that the sword was swept out, Li Fuyao knew that his stegosaurus was going to disperse, and the stegosaurus was going to disperse.
So in just an instant, he lifted the sword in his hand and swept it from a distance. The Qingsi sword dragged a long ravine on the ground, and the two swords Mingyue and Caojianqing also followed, leaving through the air. The two swords flew far in the air, reaching Meng Jin before Li Fuyao. Mingyue and Cao Jianqing were both first-class swords in the world, but after reaching Meng Jin, it was difficult The blade was bent in an instant, and the arc was so large that it made people wonder if this sword would break on the spot, but the good thing was that Li Fuyao's sword before the two swords really looked bad. So I arrived in front of Meng Jin.
Meng Jin stretched out his hand to hold the Qingsi sword.
One hand grasped the long sword, and Meng Jin’s palm was dripping with blood. After only a moment, Meng Jin’s other hand moved his fingers together and pressed it on Li Fuyao’s lower abdomen, where countless majestic sword energy poured in. , Li Fuyao was hit hard, his whole body arched like a prawn.
Meng Jin's complexion remained unchanged. He looked at the painful young man and was silent for a moment. Then he said, "I didn't want to kill you. Is there any teacher who is willing to kill such a talented disciple of him? ?"
"But compared to my life, you still have to die."
Meng Jin said a lot today. The old master Jianshan smiled. Those held Li Fuyao tightly, and then they looked at each other calmly.
If nothing else, the ancient sword that broke through the stegosaurus will be swept back, and Li Fuyao will be pierced through the chest.
Li Fuyao didn't speak. At this moment, it was a very critical moment. Even if he wanted to speak, he had to weigh a few minutes.
Just behind Li Fuyao, the ancient sword that had been swept out before swept back at this moment, and it was directed at Li Fuyao's back.
The situation at this moment seems to have become the most dangerous situation.
Li Fuyao took a deep breath, "I encountered an incident somewhere at the bottom of the river in Beihai, Master Zu must not know."
At the moment the sword was coming here, Meng Jin asked casually: "You have many adventures, but you don't know what this one is."
Li Fuyao smiled and said, "Six thousand years ago, there was a sword fairy named Wanchi. He crossed mountains and rivers by relying on an imperial sword technique. The imperial sword technique means that he can impose many swords. This is the sword fairy. After his death, this secret method has been lost, but I learned it after that."
Meng Jin raised his eyebrows and looked at the two hanging long swords, his expression slightly changed. Before, he had thought about the secret method of Li Fuyao carrying so many swords, but he had never thought about it, nor dared to think about it. Thousand-foot royal sword method.
You must know that the sword immortal was a peerless sword immortal who was able to fight Liu Xiang back then, and his realm was far superior to other sword immortals.
This sword immortal was also highly respected in the records of Jianshan to the limit.
Meng Jin sneered: "Even so, so what?"
Even so, so what?
You Li Fuyao is now in a deadlock, even if there are so many secret methods, what about it.
Li Fuyao smiled and said, "So Master, how many handles can I hold?"
Meng Jin faintly felt a little bad.
How many handles can I protect?
"After removing the bright moon and the grass gradually turning green, Jian Nineteen is now in Ye Sheng's Demon Bowl. In the first battle in Xiaoyuan City, the disciple and Ye Sheng had a life and death battle!"
Meng Jin's expression changed again and again. He looked at Li Fuyao, the meaning in his eyes was very clear, then what are you talking about? !
Who is Ye Sheng, that is the saint in the clouds, and the master of the Taoist priest. How could you be able to match in such a state of affairs?
Li Fuyao said again: "My imperial sword has four handles. Except for those three, the last one is called Xunxian!"
Find the fairy sword!
Meng Jin faintly felt familiar. He hadn't even thought of this sword before, he saw Li Fuyao's cuff, a dagger broke through the cuff and came out. It was extremely sharp and rushed towards his chest with an absolutely sharp sword. !
That is the Xunxian Sword, the fourth sword of Li Fuyao!
This is still a fairy sword!
After the original Jianxian Xinfen soared, the only thing left in the world was this sword.
Li Fuyao withdrew a hand with difficulty, before the Xunxian Sword fell on Meng Jin's chest, he held the hilt of the sword, and then pierced the sword into Meng Jin's chest.
Li Fuyao said indifferently, "Since Master wants my life, I have to ask Master to die first!"
In the words, indifference is full of meaning!
If Meng Jin only wants to be the Swordsman Master, Li Fuyao can still be regarded as his master, but Meng Jin has a murderous intent against him at this moment, then Li Fuyao will no longer regard Meng Jin as his master, but a rival .
In the face of his opponent, Li Fuyao has always been like this.
The majestic sword aura burst out along the sword tip of the Xunxian Sword, and soon invaded the eight channels of the strange meridians of Meng Jin, and finally completely shattered Meng Jin's internal organs and spiritual palace, and the vitality of Meng Jin gradually lost.
In front of Li Fuyao, the swordsman who climbed the stairs gradually felt his powerlessness.
Meng Jin looked down at the Immortal Seeking Sword on his chest, and then laughed at himself: "It turned out to be an Immortal Sword,"
It turned out to be a sword with a handle.
There are so many things that happened today, and there are many things that Meng Jin never thought about.
He had never thought that Li Fuyao could have the power of ascending to the tower realm, and he had never thought that one day, Li Fuyao would actually have a fairy sword in his hand.
There will be a fairy sword unexpectedly.
The fairy sword also stopped on his chest.
This is probably the only fairy sword in this world.
Meng Jin sighed: "Your luck is really good."
Li Fuyao didn't speak, he could feel that Meng Jin's sword could no longer fall on his back.
Meng Jin said, "It turns out that I am old."
There is too much helplessness in this sentence. A emotion called nostalgia appeared in Meng Jin's eyes. Before he slowly fell, he said, "This world should belong to you young people."
With these words, Meng Jin fell down.
No eyes closed.
It seems that I want to see this world again.
In this world, he stayed too long, but he really hasn't stayed enough.
As Meng Jin died, the sword fell to the ground.
Li Fuyao also sat down.
In this battle, he really consumed too much attention, and naturally also consumed too much in his body. At this moment, he finally couldn't stand.
He pulled out the Xunxian Sword with difficulty, then smiled.
Cao Jianqing and Mingyue both lost their traction and fell to the ground.
At this time, it was dark.
Starlight appeared in the sky again.