Super Elation Under the Sun

The gray shadow arrived outside the Loushan Gate of Xiaoyi in an invincible posture, and brought the sky full of wind and snow, sweeping the Gate of Xiaoyi Lou, only to hear a loud bang, and the gate of Xiaoyi Tower shattered instantly. The plaque with the words Xiaoyilou shattered instantly, and sawdust scattered everywhere.

The disciples of the doormen of Xiaoyi Tower looked at each other, looking at the middle-aged man standing outside the door.

There were many young people who had lived in Xiaoyi Tower earlier, thinking about going up the mountain to apprentice one after another, looking from a distance in the heavy snow at the man in gray who was not an ordinary martial artist.

Tong Yunkui has always been famous in the rivers and lakes of Beihai, and the title of Sword Sovereign is the only one in this family. After receiving the sword scripture passed down by the Zhaofengchen, the cultivation of kendo has long surpassed that year.

The gate of the mountain is broken, this is an endless vengeance, Tong Yunkui never said a word, his figure swept several tens of feet, pulled out an iron sword from the disciple on the side, and cut it at the man in gray. .

In the early years, Tong Yunkui often walked the rivers and lakes. Naturally, the sword was often seen by others. Even if most people in the rivers and lakes didn't know who Tong Yunkui was, they should have heard the deeds of Jianjun slaying more than a hundred criminals with a sword.

After the former head of Xiaoyi Tower died of illness, the most famous person in Xiaoyi Tower now is the Old Sword Monarch. At this moment, many people saw that Old Sword Monarch acted in person, and they couldn't help but feel a little excited.

Also accompanied by some worries, this Xiaoyi Tower was taken by Old Jianjun himself, which was enough to show how tough the opposite person was.

As he grows older, Tong Yunkui has almost never made a shot for more than ten years. Therefore, not only those outsiders felt shocked by this shot, but even the disciples of Xiaoyi Tower felt incredible.

Tong Yunkui's sword power has always been open and close, and there is a sense of righteousness, so he has the title of Sword Lord. This sword was handed out from his hand, not knowing how much wind and snow had been rolled up, it seemed that the momentum was not small.

The gray-clothed man standing in the same place frowned. Although the person in front of him still looked like a martial artist, he felt that he had at least reached the end of the martial arts.

Vaguely stepped onto the road of spiritual practice?

The gray-clothed man is also rare to think deeply, even if he enters that avenue of practice, is it possible that he can beat him, a cultivator of the Blue Silk Realm?

He rolled up his sleeves and rolled up a thousand piles of snow.

In a moment, the sword was resolved.

The ordinary iron sword snapped instantly.

Pain Yunkui's mouth burst, and blood was spilled on the snow.

Immediately after the gray-clothed man waved his big sleeves, Tong Yunkui flew out and fell heavily into the snow.

There were screams of exclamation one after another. Such a sword master was beaten up by a sleeve, and did not know his life or death?

Several disciples went to investigate Tong Yunkui's injuries.

Ye Zhou and Liu Ning glanced at each other, and they both saw the horror in their eyes.

Ye Zhou made a decisive decision, "Brother Liu should go and ask the boss to take action, but the Xiaoyi Tower will not be guaranteed!"

Judging by the power displayed by this gray-clothed man, he is also a monk, and his realm is unknown, but it is by no means comparable to them who have just begun to practice. At this time, Li Fuyao is not on the mountain, only the head of Chao Fengchen has it. May rescue the distress.

Liu Ning wasn't a stupid person either. After Ye Zhou spoke, he nodded and turned away.

Ye Zhou took a step forward and looked at the man in gray who stopped moving after he shot Tong Yunkui into the air. He said in a deep voice, "Your Excellency broke into my Xiaoyi Tower, but there are old hatreds and new grudges. If not, what's up today is I'm afraid of being kind."

The grey-clothed man glanced at Ye Zhou, his face full of sneers.

He didn't stop Liu Ning from moving to rescue the soldiers. In fact, he wanted to see if there were any great characters in Xiaoyi Tower. If there were any, they would kill them all.

He always didn't want to do anything bothersome. Killing someone is not unreasonable.

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On the mountain road, Li Fuyao looked at the old man who had only met down the mountain a few days ago and was silent.

The old man stopped in the distance and looked at Li Fuyao with a smile on his face, "I have never seen a flaw in my life. You count one, but it broke my rules. I had to come and kill you. The fool on the mountain fell. I didn’t confuse me. I only said that he wanted to kill. He was happy to be accompanied by others. He was like me, and there was no hope. I didn’t make any demands. I just lived in a muddle-headed way. I just wanted to be happy, but he had to think about it. Why do you find your way again? I heard that there is a good psychic sword here, so I have to go up the mountain. I don't care if he is jealous of me, but will there be another swordsman in the blue silk realm on your mountain?"

These remarks are equivalent to having made it clearer than the previous causes and consequences. Li Fuyao remembered that sword nineteen, which was still in the bamboo building, looked a little unnatural. He never thought about it when he started practicing swords. To become a swordsman, you have to have a good sword. When I went to look for a sword under the cliff, Qingsi was associated with him, but even if it was not Qingsi, but an ordinary iron sword, Li Fuyao would not feel anything.

Despite the vastness of the world, the swordsman has only one sword.

But the sword is still a foreign object, and it depends on itself.

Li Fuyao touched the talisman on his waist, thinking about how to deal with it later. If Chao Fengchen is really in retreat, then he must not be delayed. He must fight quickly, and then go up the mountain to hold the other person. Otherwise, Chaofengchen will not be easy.

After the last meeting, the old man stood in the distance very wittily, obviously making up his mind to kill Li Fuyao from a distance.

Li Fu shook his head and glanced at Yufu. Needless to say, Yufu handed out the green silk.

Pulling his sword out of its sheath, Li Fuyao whispered, "Brother Chen, it's not good to go up the mountain at this moment, and it's not wise to go down the mountain, just wait here."

Chen Bingjun was a little confused, and whispered to Brother Li.

Li Fu shook his head, "Sword practice is actually not bad."

After saying this, Li Fuyao swept away at once, giving birth to a blue figure in the wind and snow, while the wind and snow and sword energy swept across the sky, looking from a distance, it was quite spectacular.

Yufu's eyes widened. She had never thought that the young man who had always liked reading sword books in the bamboo building was so powerful when he really wanted to do it.

It's hard to say that the sky and the earth have changed color, the sun and the moon are dull, but the masterful spirit is full.

Many people on the mountain path were stunned.

Are the swordsmen on Ganhe Mountain so powerful?

No one thought that the young man who made the move was not a disciple of Xiaoyilou.

If you want to find such an extraordinary swordsman in Beihai Jianghu, you can only find it in Xiaoyi Tower.

Li Fuyao didn't say a lot of nonsense, and he slid across the mountain road and headed straight for the old man. Whether he was sword aura or sword intent, the mountain road was full of awe-inspiring meaning anyway.

Li Fuyao swept forward with his sword, and was patient and did not hand out a sword.

The old man's big sleeves moved slightly, his hands crossed his chest, and there was only a muffled sound between heaven and earth.

The mountain road was turbulent, and all rushed up the mountain road.

Even if he was a monk in the too clear realm, facing such a swordsman in the blue silk realm, he was unwilling to fight him in close hands.

The killing power of the swordsman is too scary.

At the beginning of this fight, it revealed such a mighty power, which was really much stronger than the gray man in front of the mountain gate.

Li Fuyao watched the wind and snow roar from the sky, only then made his first sword.

A sword was handed out, Jian Guang suddenly started!

Many people on the mountain road can see it with their own eyes.

The sword aura was like a dragon, breaking through the wind and snow abruptly, revealing the figure of the young man.

Li Fu, in a cyan cotton robe, shook his sword and walked out, still not stopping under his feet, still heading towards the old man.

All the sword energy poured out, making the old man in the distance frown.

This time I went up the mountain, I saw that there was a monk from the Taiqing realm who was traveling with him. If not, he would not go up the mountain, but now it is not that simple.

This swordsman of the Blue Silk Realm, it seemed that this kendo cultivation alone was extremely terrifying.

Li Fuyao had already made up his mind to solve the old man quickly, and then went back to the mountain to help, so he didn't keep his hands anymore. At the same time as he handed out a sword, the whole person rolled towards the old man with the wind and snow.

A tornado was set off on the mountain road.

The blizzard shot wildly, no longer what it was before.

Where did those people on the mountain road have seen such a terrifying scene, and all of them were scared to death.

Yufu's face was full of worry, while Chen Bingjun smiled bitterly.

It turns out that Brother Li, you are such a martial artist.

After Li Fuyao slashed away the wind and snow that the old man made in front of him, he finally bullied him, and it was no more than a few feet away from the old man.

The old man frowned and said, "How about you and I wave your hands? If I let you go up the mountain, I will go down immediately."

Li Fuyao looked indifferent, "It's late."

Li Fuyao swept again and again, finally he was about to reach two feet in front of the old man. The air machine in the old man's sleeves was tumbling, and the spirit house had already exploded like thunder. Kill Li Fuyao.

But in this moment, Li Fuyao took out the talisman on his waist without hesitation, poured a fierce sword energy into it, the talisman exploded, and countless sword energy shot out.

The sword qi is like a dragon, and with a decisive attitude, he broke through countless qi barriers and pierced the old man's heart.

The old man suddenly spewed out a mouthful of blood, and the Qi machine instantly dispersed.

Some things are called surprises.

Li Fuyao’s cultivation of the Qingsi Realm, even if it were to win the old man, was actually very difficult. Without a bit of hard fighting, there was almost no possibility of winning. But after getting the talisman, he had already absorbed much sword energy. Now Li Fuyao let go of his brain.

It's strange that the old man can stop.

It's all this sword.

The old man went back dozens of steps.

Li Fuyao lifted the sword and swept forward, piercing the old man's heart with a sword.

At the same time, he was hit by an air machine that the old man finally gathered together. Li Fuyao's hand holding the sword trembled slightly, but he threw it in and pushed forward until it pierced the old man's body.

The old man smiled sullenly.

Li Fuyao stood in front of the old man, silent.

A monk who is too Qingjing would die too easily.

Li Fuyao pressed down the blood in his throat, temporarily used a wisp of sword qi to disperse the qi in the meridians, took a deep breath, did not linger on the mountain path, and lifted his sword towards the mountain.

There is also a monk.

It's just that without the talisman, plus the injury already, it's difficult to stop that person.