Chapter 705: Who ever saw her smile

When Ye Shengge approached the inn, the scene was shocking.
The inn had been cut open by Li Fuyao's sword, leaving only one wall standing in the desert. Before the ruins of the inn, Li Fuyao wore a blue shirt and was full of blood.
His entire face was bloodstained, and he didn't look like a swordsman in the Spring and Autumn Realm, but rather like a beggar who was beaten up in a fight in the market.
Li Fuyao was in a miserable situation, but Jiang Chuan didn’t look very well. His lower abdomen was cut by Mingyue’s sword, leaving a bone-bearing wound, and Li Fuyao’s sword was cut across his chest. It's not in the realm of ascending to the stairs, the realm is deep, I'm afraid it's already gone.
But even if he didn't die, he was seriously injured.
Ye Shengge floated to Li Fuyao's side, took a look at this guy's injury, and asked in a low voice, "Haven't your fairy sword ever taken out?"
Li Fuyao smiled bitterly. If he hadn't had the Xunxian sword to control the battle before, I'm afraid he was already a corpse at the moment. At that time, he was sending several swords to Jiangchuan, and he was holding Qingsi waiting for an opportunity. Jiang Chuan actually quickly passed through the sword formation composed of those long swords, and came to him. When he lifted the sword, he was hit by a majestic machine, and he was about to die. Fortunately at this moment The Xunxian Sword drew out of the sleeves and forced Jiang Chuan back, and then there was this Xunxian there, so that Mingyue and Qingsi had a chance to look at them and gave Jiangchuan two swords.
Li Fuyao panted heavily, and said facelessly, "I'm really dying, or will I give it to you later?"
Ye Shengge didn't make any special emotions, but said calmly: "I was seriously injured in the battle with the old Taoist priest. If I want to kill him now, I'm afraid to unlock the talisman."
When Li Fuyao heard this, he grinned and said: "In this case, I'll do it myself."
He held Qingsi and looked at Jiang Chuan standing in front of him.
But before Li Fuyao could do anything, the heavy rain that had been brewing for a long time finally came.
Raindrops the size of soybeans soon fell on Li Fuyao's face. In just a moment, the heavy rain became heavier and heavier, and soon it was a majestic scene. He turned his head and glanced at Ye Shengge, who supported it. The umbrella stood between the pouring rain, like rootless duckweed, it was really pitiful.
But what was even more pitiful was Li Fuyao's Tangji, whose sword energy couldn't stop the rain. Only a moment later, Li Fuyao's hair was wet by the heavy rain, forming a ball and draped it behind his head.
Jiang Chuan didn’t know where to take out a guqin, so he stood in front of him. One of the top ten masters on the border was called Qin Mo. They all said that the killing methods were extremely cruel, and he was regarded as the most difficult one among the top ten masters. But in fact, the piano demon's piano skills were taught by his demon.
Using the piano to kill people, wanting to come to the entire Buddhist land, no one can match his demon.
However, it is more suitable to use the piano to kill people in heavy rain.
Jiang Chuan flicked the strings with his hand, and several invisible Qi machines were born instantly. In the rain, this Qi machine only walked a few steps forward, and then disappeared, not moving forward.
Li Fuyao took a deep breath and began to run wildly in the pouring rain.
Bright moon grass gradually greened the tall buildings and formed a sword formation with three swords, and walked beside Li Fuyao, while Li Fuyao carried Qingsi forward.
Jiang Chuan stretched out his hand and brushed it on the piano. The strings quivered slightly, and there was a sound in the rain. Then, countless threads that were visible but not visible to the naked eye passed by. The rain screen was cut into countless parts by these countless threads. The copies vary in size, but they seem to be isolated from this world.
Under these countless threads, Li Fuyao is inevitable, so Moongrass gradually
Three swords of the green tall building, when they met in the rain, they cut some silk threads abruptly, allowing Li Fuyao to pass by.
Under this contest, the distance between the two was greatly reduced.
Li Fuyao narrowed his eyes slightly, looking at Jiang Chuan, still handing out a sword, the majestic sword aura tore the rain curtain, rolled up a large swath of rain, and moved away.
Before he touched the qin to make a move, Li Fuyao responded right now.
A large swath of rain splashed down like sword qi, but before it came to Jiang Chuan, it was cut away by the qi that he stimulated by playing the qin again.
There was also a silk thread that cut across. Li Fuyao's sword may be one of the most sharp things in the world, but at this moment, the fierceness of this silk thread is absolutely no less than his sword.
This silk thread crossed, and the Xunxian sword slipped from his sleeve. Li Fuyao held the sword in his left hand and cut the silk thread with a sword.
When the mottled Xunxian sword encountered this silk thread constructed with Qi machine, sparks were splashing everywhere, which had no meaning in the rain.
But after this time, Li Fuyao was already about fifty steps closer to Jiangchuan. If there were a few more fights, I was afraid that he would have to come in front of him, and then it would be the same battle before.
Although Jiang Chuan's realm is a lot higher than Li Fuyao, he never thinks that his physique can be compared with Li Fuyao. Li Fuyao's physique has been tempered with sword aura, and it is already stronger than ordinary monks. Too much.
So when Li Fuyao approached him again, a majestic Qi machine was born, and he swept towards Li Fuyao with countless Qi machines.
The rain is so heavy, and with these qi mechanisms, countless majestic qi mechanisms fall into the world, creating a scene that really cannot be created with human power.
Li Fuyao opened his five fingers slightly, pulled some rainwater and held it in his hand. After abruptly, a lifelike water sword was born.
Immediately afterwards, the water sword passed through the rain curtain, bringing countless rain water to condense on it, and then the water sword grew bigger and bigger, and when it was near the river, the tip of the sword was the size of a river head.
With this water sword, the sword qi has shattered the countless qi machines arranged here, and it is a scene of birth and death.
Li Fuyao strode forward, but the heavy rain stopped behind him, and countless qi rushed into that rain sword.
Push hard.
Rivers and rivers flicked across the strings, and countless air machines rushed to resist.
Sword and Qi machine are intertwined in a short space.
Jiang Chuan's strings are stretched straight and sharp as a knife.
The Xunxian Sword was submerged in that water sword, adding a bit of power.
Sword Qi scattered.
Agitated.
Li Fuyao took the opportunity to take a few steps forward.
At this moment, the water sword had fallen in front of Jiang Chuan.
The majestic sword qi surged upwards, only to a stalemate with Jiang Chuan for a moment, and then it collapsed.
Scattered into rain.
Jiang Chuan's face turned pale. With this water sword alone, he felt that Li Fuyao's Spring and Autumn Realm must be the strongest Spring and Autumn Realm in the world. He has lived in the Buddhist land for a long time, and he has long been unclear about the things on the mountain and river. Seeing this person, I don't know his identity, I just know that this person will definitely be a swordsman cultivated by Jianshan.
The swordsman's killing power was only heard before, but now, I have really felt it.
It's really not very pleasant.
But without waiting for him to return to his senses, Li Fuyao had already pressed the hilt of the Qingsi sword with one hand. The water sword before was a sword, and at this moment, a sword was another sword.
Only two swords.
Li Fuyao looked at Jiang Chuan deeply, the violent sword aura in this sword, showing vividly and vividly.
Jian Guang
Through the rain curtain, it fell on Jiang Chuan's chest.
Jiang Chuan stretched out his hand to hold Qingsi, and said coldly: "Are you really going to kill and climb the building?"
Li Fuyao didn't say anything. When he was in Qiufeng Town, he and Ye Shengge tried this kind of thing, but that didn't count as one of his own killings. In the previous Jianshan, he killed Meng Jin under the guise of that sword. It's not that he really beheaded the stairs alone.
But today, there is a chance.
Li Fuyao stretched out his hand and wiped the rain off his face. He laughed, "Senior Wei Chunzhi is in the morning and evening, and he will go upstairs at dusk. I am not as good as that senior, but I have to try it. Can I kill him? Go upstairs!"
Chunqiu killed the Denglou. The only person who did this recently was Chao Fengchen in Baiyu Town. In Baiyu Town, he abruptly killed the Confucian monk Shen Fu in the Spring and Autumn Realm.
Apart from this, there is no second person to do it.
Chun Qiu killed the building, this time, it should be him Li Fuyao.
Jiang Chuan held the Qingsi sword body, no matter his hands were already bleeding, he just held it firmly.
Li Fuyao released the Qingsi sword, and the tall building had fallen into his hands, but he handed it out with a sword, and still failed to pierce Jiangchuan.
Neither sword had a substantial breakthrough, until the third sword.
The grass gradually passed by the rain, and just a moment later, it had already fallen on Jiang Chuan's chest, with a puff, directly penetrated Jiang Chuan's chest.
Then, the Mingyue Sword fell on Jiang Chuan's chest.
This sword had already waited for an opportunity to move, and the sword at this moment was the last blow.
The bright moon entered the body, Jiangchuan's spiritual house was already in chaos, countless Qi machines wandered, but the meridians were already blocked.
He opened his mouth with difficulty, but his hands had already fallen weakly.
The tall sword plunged into his chest.
These three swords were nailed to Jiang Chuan's chest.
Li Fuyao's Qingsi sword also returned to his hand. Li Fuyao said silently that I have a sword, and then handed it out.
All four swords fell on Jiang Chuan's chest.
In the pouring rain, four swords completely beheaded Jiang Chuan here.
Li Fuyao withdrew Qingsi and spit out a large mouthful of blood with his sword pestle.
Just stand and not fall.
Standing in the distance, Ye Shengge walked slowly with an umbrella. The heavy rain had already soaked her shoes and socks, but she didn't feel cold at all.
Looking at the blood-stained young man in the green shirt in the distance, he felt a little inexplicable.
When I came to Li Fuyao and put the umbrella on Li Fuyao's head, he whispered, "Very good."
Li Fuyao did not speak.
Because at this moment he had already passed out.
Ye Shengge shook his head, stretched out his hand to brush over those swords, Mingyue's tall grass gradually turning green and the sword of seeking immortality, both returned to where they should be. Ye Shengge skillfully opened Li Fushao's mouth and stuffed him. Many pills went in, and then he carried this young man who was destined to have an extraordinary life, and walked slowly towards Juyu City.
As she walked, she was actually thinking, afterwards, in Juyu City, anyone who wanted Li Fuyao's life would be killed.
All killed, it's not a big deal.
So in the pouring rain, the woman in white skirt carried the man in the blue shirt covered in blood, holding an umbrella and walking slowly.
Only a few moments later, the woman in the white skirt was also covered with blood stains, and even blood dripped to the ground, and she did not know when there were some blood stains on her face.
But her face was so gentle that no one had seen before, like a little lady waiting for her husband to return home, her eyes were full of affection.