Super Elation Under the Sun

The doorman in the distance stretched out his hand to straighten his messy hair, and then reached out to brush the guqin in front of him, and then he was stained with blood on his hand. He looked at the red palm of his hand, then put it in front of his nose and sniffed it. He smiled and said, "Your swordsman's blood doesn't stink, why is your temper so stink?"

Li Fuyao, who had already wiped the blood on his face, rolled his sleeve to cover all the blood stained areas. He ignored the concierge in front of him, but shouted in the distance: "What are you here for, go back? !"

Li Wenjing, who was jogging all the way, suddenly heard this roar. It turned out that the sole of his feet slipped and fell into the wind and snow. However, after a while, he got up and continued to run towards this side.

The concierge did not turn his head, but just waved at will. A majestic aura suddenly emerged. Li Wenjing flew out and fell into the snow. After a while, there was no sign of getting up.

Li Fuyao held Qingsi tightly and stared at the concierge in front of him.

Murderous intent was born in the alley.

This was the first time since the beginning of this life-and-death battle, Li Fuyao wanted to kill a person so much, even unwilling to hide half of it.

The wind and snow masterpiece behind Li Fuyao is not only chilly, but now it is even more powerful. Sword intent is permeating the entire alley.

The arm that was trembling slightly before, is now firmly holding the handle of the blue silk. Li Fushao's long hair swings in the wind. This swordsman who has been practicing for three years stepped out with a snow sword behind him. Shot out.

He was still fifteen steps from the gatehouse, and that was fifteen snow swords.

One sword after another.

After the porter began to sit on the guqin, plucking the strings, a snow sword must be shattered every time. After fifteen times, three of the strings broke, and even the porter’s fingers had deep bone wounds.

Even as a monk in the Taiqing realm, he could not understate the fifteen swords of Li Fuyao.

After fifteen swords, the pale-faced Li Fuyao had already arrived in front of the concierge, and there was not much energy left in the concierge's spiritual house.

The two looked at each other and didn't speak. Li Fuyao raised his sword, while the concierge was using his hand to pinch the technique to make Guqin go through the air.

Li Fuyao's sword fell on the guqin, and then the guqin shined brightly.

Li Fuyao was knocked into the air by a majestic aura. The distance between the two of them had returned from the first 15 steps to the current 15 steps.

Standing in the alley, Li Fuyao looked at the distant scene, his eyes were a little fuzzy.

But just for a moment, Li Fuyao shook his head and looked at the sword in his hand with his eyes wide open.

This one hasn't been finished yet, so what's the excitement looking around?

At this stage, in fact, the injury suffered by the concierge of the Taiqing realm is not much lighter than that of Li Fuyao. In his meridians, there is a sword energy that has not been dispelled until now, wandering around, wantonly. Destroying his meridians. From the start of this war to the present, he has made two mistakes. Both mistakes cost him a very heavy price. The first price was that Li Fuyao's sword struck his abdomen, which made him very strong at the beginning. With some discounts, if the first time he hadn't seen a swordsman take action, he was careless, then the second time was really because he was a little relaxed when he saw Li Fuyao's strong crossbow, and Li Fuyao was finally The sword pierced the scabbed wound with great difficulty, and successfully sent a sharp sword qi into the meridian, causing him to suffer from the wisp of sword qi now.

On the other hand, Li Fuyao, every time he used his sword from the beginning to the end, even if he was identified as a faint move at the time, he could still make him pay a serious price in the future. Those wounds, one or two, seemed to not make one. The monks of the Taiqing realm fell like this, but if there were hundreds of ways, it would be impossible to tell.

What's more, the more he got to the back, the more jealous he was at the sword aura swordsman in front of him, otherwise he wouldn't wave his hand to knock Li Wenjing directly into the air, in order to disturb Li Fuyao's state of mind.

The news from Xuegong said that Li Fuyao was sent to Zhou State by Luoyang City back then. He came back this time only for revenge. Maybe he didn't care much about his father and mother, but now it is not necessarily true.

If this is the case, what is the reason for the previous fifteen swords?

What is the reason that the person burst into tears before?

The monks in the mountains pay attention to peace of mind, especially their Confucian monks. The emotional fluctuations have no profound influence on the monks, but after all, he is not a swordsman, nor is Li Fuyao. Now naturally it is not clear how Li Fuyao will be. .

Only now that Li Fuyao, who was knocked into the air, raised his sword again, the concierge's brows were already frowned.

Half came from the sword energy in the meridians, and half came from Li Fuyao.

After all, they all came from Li Fuyao.

Therefore, when Li Fuyao straddled those fifteen steps and came to him again, the concierge really panicked.

At this time, the sword energy in the meridian even went directly outside his spiritual house, and he never attacked the vital spiritual house of the monk. It was just as if a person was guarding under the pass. A posture of being a husband and a man.

That sword aura stopped the blasting air machine of the Ling Palace.

It's just a moment.

But within this instant, the porter really looked like an ordinary person.

So when Li Fuyao handed it out, he couldn't dodge it.

The tip of the sword pressed against the heart of the porter, and under his horrified gaze, the blue silk that had killed countless monsters pierced his chest bit by bit.

One sword through the heart!

Li Fuyao was almost collapsed at this moment, he gritted his teeth and said, "I just want to tell you, even if he is sorry for me, you can't do it!"

The sword pierced the concierge.

This monk from Taiqingjing still looked incredulous.

Li Fuyao drew out Qingsi, stabbed another sword, and so on, until he was completely cut off from life.

Li Fuyao spit out a big mouthful of blood after he was completely weakened and collapsed.

With a quick wipe, Li Fuyao walked towards Li Wenjing in the distance.

That man did not cut off his vitality.

Coming to his side, Li Fuyao sat down weakly, took out a pill from his arms, stuffed it into Li Wenjing's mouth, and then took one himself.

He just looked at the man in front of him.

Li Wenjing said guiltily, "I'm sorry."

Li Fuyao looked at this man and asked softly: "Do you know this is to die, if I can't kill him, he will kill you, don't regret it, don't care about his wife and daughter, just to make me cry ?"

Li Wenjing said with difficulty, "I was wrong back then, I don't want to make mistakes again and again."

Li Fuyao laughed off.

Li Wenjing continued to ask: "Want to go? I will accompany you."

Li Fu shook his head, "It had nothing to do with you at first, I chose to do this myself."

Li Wenjing just shook his head.

On the tall building over there, the middle-aged man and Cheng Yusheng saw this scene. Their expressions were very complicated. Cheng Yusheng looked at the alley and whispered: "It's over, will there be someone from the school come out?"

The middle-aged man shook his head with emotion, "Luoyang City is such a mess, who knows what will happen next, it’s hard to say whether there is any extra arrangement in the academy, but the boy’s luck should not be so bad. Stepping out of one dead end, and going into another dead end. Then it seems that this boy's luck is really bad luck."

Cheng Yusheng said sternly: "If it's not over, Cheng Yusheng must draw a knife to help him."

After saying this, he turned his head to look at the middle-aged man, and added, "Even if you have to stop me."

In fact, long before the two climbed to this tall building, Cheng Yusheng had already made up his mind to help Li Fuyao. He only met this middle-aged man who had come out of the Taifu’s residence. He had to watch from the sidelines.

The middle-aged man waved his hand and smiled and said, "No matter what you think, if someone makes another move, you still have to be stopped by me. you."

Cheng Yu was silent, turned around and went downstairs.

The middle-aged man asked behind him, "Where are you going?"

Cheng Yusheng said grimly: "Go to Miss Ye."

The middle-aged man laughed loudly behind him. As for what Cheng Yu said in the end, no one knew what Cheng Yu said.

In the alley, Li Fuyao picked up Li Wenjing on his back and quietly pushed open the door of Dazaifu.