As the last hunchbacked old man to appear, this old monk of the academy in the twilight realm was extremely cautious, and after coming to the mouth of the alley, he just glanced at the current situation of the alley, and then waved Jia Qing up and threw him to the carriage outside the alley.

After Jia Qing, who was seriously injured, got up, swallowed the blood in his mouth, and said with difficulty, "Thank you Uncle for saving me." ”

The hunchbacked old man looked indifferent and ignored it.

He just looked at Ye Shengge and Li Fuyao in the alley, and then his eyes fell on the sword on Li Fuyao's waist, and then glanced at the sword box behind him, and then sneered: "Sword Mountain has fallen to such a point? Even a disciple walking in the world has to bring seven or eight swords to save his life?"

Li Fuyao's expression was flat and silent.

It's just that when one hand is on the hilt of the sword, the momentum on the body has climbed to the peak, and he is only waiting for a suitable opportunity to draw the sword.

After Ye Shengge put away the peachwood sword, he didn't take out anything else for the time being, this Taoist in a white dress just looked at the hunchbacked old man in front of him, frowning slightly.

Tonight is destined to be a battle to the death, there is no point in talking too much, after all, you still have to distinguish between high and low under your hands.

Li Fuyao is just a swordsman of the Sword Qi Realm, and he can at most be on a par with a monk of the Taiqing Realm, facing this sure Morning and Twilight Realm monk in front of him, if he is allowed to deal with it alone, if there is no reason why he has to fight, he will definitely turn around and leave.

The swordsman's killing power is unparalleled in the world, but it is only limited to the same realm, and it is not said that he can cross the two realms and be equal to others.

Even in Chaoqingqiu, I'm afraid I can't do this.

Li Fuyao pressed the hilt of the sword, when this sword came out of the sheath did not depend on anyone else, it was completely up to Ye Shengge.

The hunchbacked old man didn't seem to want to say more, and after saying that, he took a big step forward, his clothes were blown by the majestic qi, he stretched out a hand, pressed down slightly, and several monks in the whole alley, without exception, felt an invisible momentum, which seemed to be standing by the shore, watching the tide lap on the shore.

How can that kind of momentum be resisted by manpower?

Now the two criminal departments who can still stand are enshrined, looking at each other, each with some plans, one of them suddenly swept forward, about to pull up the colleague who had been seriously injured by a sword, and the other was looking at Li Fuyao, ready to intercept Li Fuyao, Li Fuyao squinted, the first sword tonight, in the final analysis, it was not for Ye Shengge, but it was just a sword after being stirred into this game, in the final analysis, in Luoyang City, the Yanling Emperor was actually benevolent to this little swordsman, when he killed the Yanling monk in the Luosang River, in the end, Wang Yanqing sent by the Yanling Emperor was just a game of chess with him at the border, and he was not too embarrassed, Although it is because of the old Confucian in it, in fact, Wang Yanqing himself does not have too much intention to leave Li Fuyao, all of this still depends on the mind of Emperor Yanling.

Therefore, as he watched the Confession Worshipper pull the other Confession Priest out of the alley, he put his hand on the hilt of his sword and did not leave.

The sword was never unsheathed.

The three penal worshippers have withdrawn from the battlefield, and now in the alley, except for Cheng Yusheng, who was sitting next to Tu Shutu's corpse, only Li Fuyao and Ye Shengge remained.

Ye Shengge beckoned slightly, and an oil-paper umbrella appeared out of thin air, hovering above Cheng Yusheng's head, dismantling the qi emitted by the hunchbacked old man for him.

At the same time, Ye Shengge flipped his palm, and several talismans appeared in his palm, which shot away in an instant.

Straight to the door of the hunchbacked old man.

These talismans don't have much effect, they just want to imprison the hunchbacked old man.

At the same time as these several talismans flew out, a jade bowl appeared above Ye Shengge's body.

As soon as the jade bowl appeared, the abundance of qi in the alley really reached its peak.

The hunchbacked old man frowned, then pointed out, and a sharp qi machine swept from his fingertips towards the jade bowl.

Those few talismans had turned into silk threads and were winding towards the hunchbacked old man.

Outside the alley, the four people were dumbfounded.

The three Punishment Department worshippers outside the alley and Jia Qing were amazed at the number of magic weapons Ye Shengge, from the first peachwood sword, to the later oil-paper umbrella, and then to the current jade bowl, not to mention those few talismans, which were enough to open people's eyes.

And no matter how you look at it, any of these three things doesn't look like an ordinary magic weapon, especially the jade bowl that appears at the end, just from the point of view of power, it is already an extraordinary product.

The most famous bowl in the mountains and rivers is the demon bowl in the hands of a certain saint in Taoism, the bowl in the hand of the saint, in addition to being famous in the mountains and rivers because of the saint's magic weapons, there is also a rumor in the world that in the demon bowl, not only suppresses many demon cultivators who are not low, but even has a quasi-big demon who has one foot across the sea.

With such a demonic cultivation, I am afraid that even the Lord of the Audience will not be able to resist, but in the bowl of that saint, there is still no way to get out.

Now this jade bowl, although it is certainly not as good as that bowl, no matter how you look at it, it will never be in vain.

At the same time as the hunchbacked old man pointed out, the jade bowl was also slowly pressed towards the top of the hunchbacked old man's head under the urging of Ye Shengge, and the hunchbacked old man looked indifferent,

He lifted one hand upward, and countless majestic qi machines poured out from his cuffs, which were extremely bright in the dark night, and the other hand pinched the magic technique, thinking that it was an imperial magic weapon.

The silk threads that had been turned into those talismans had broken before they reached the hunchbacked old man.

A black-and-white picture began to appear behind the hunchbacked old man.

Just as a black-and-white picture appeared faintly behind him.

On this side of the alley, Li Fuyao swept forward suddenly, and at the same time, the green silk on his waist was already out of the sheath, and a sword was handed out, and the sword qi was fierce.

Between the alleys, there is a sword intent.

Within a foot in front of the swordsman, the monks of the same realm could not stay.

The three Punishment Department worshippers who were fighting outside the alley were terrified, especially the one who had been slashed through the lower abdomen by a sword before, his face turned pale, he clearly knew that if Li Fuyao was this sword before, he would never be as simple as being cut through the lower abdomen.

The sword of the swordsman is too powerful.

Just as Li Fuyao swept towards the hunchbacked old man, the black-and-white picture scroll here had already reached the hunchbacked old man.

A sword pierced into the picture scroll, and the body of the green silk sword instantly collapsed into an extremely exaggerated arc, Li Fuyao's hand holding the sword trembled slightly, and the tiger's mouth burst open in an instant.

Blood stained the green silk.

I'm afraid that if it weren't for the previous owner of this green silk was the sword embryo Bai Zhihan, the former had held the sword for many years and repeatedly tempered the green silk with his own sword qi, and now I am afraid it would have broken on the spot.

A monk in the twilight realm is indeed too powerful.

The next moment, Li Fuyao flew out upside down and fell heavily into the alley.

Cheng Yusheng looked at this scene, full of worry.

Ye Shengge's face turned pale, he first fought against the book map, then against Jia Qing, and now against the hunchbacked old man in the Qing Silk Realm, even if this Dao is beaten with iron, no matter how abundant the qi in the Lingfu is, he is now exhausted.

Li Fuyao got up, swallowed a mouthful of blood in his mouth, and turned his head to look at Cheng Yusheng, a little helpless.

The monks of the twilight realm, who were really enemies, met a total of two.

The former one even trampled him directly under his feet, if it weren't for the Sword Mountain Ancestor Xu Lonely's sword, there would be no situation where he would carry a sword to deal with another Twilight Realm cultivator now.

After Li Fuyao stood up, he took a deep breath and looked at the scene in the distance, even if Ye Shengge's jade bowl was pointed at by the hunchback old man, it did not lose its prestige, and it was still pressed towards the hunchbacked old man's head, but very slowly, as for the picture scroll in front of the hunchbacked old man, suddenly the white light was sheng, and a wisp of qi had already hit Ye Shengge.

Ye Shengge, who was dressed in a white dress, looked flat, but his face was really a little unsightly.

The white dress on her body is radiant, and it is obviously a magic weapon that is not bad.

The four people outside the alley were already numb, facing Ye Shengge's endless magic weapons, thinking that no matter who it was, they would sigh a little, this is also a monk, and the gap is really a bit big.

It's just that even Ye Shengge, who has such magic weapons, is a little difficult in the current situation.

After all, the hunchbacked old man was a monk of the Twilight Realm whose realm was higher than her.

Li Fuyao stood in the distance with his sword in his hand, a little sad between his eyebrows.

But just as he was about to hand over the second sword, a gentle voice suddenly sounded in his ears, "How about looking at my sword?"

Li Fuyao was stunned, and then turned his head, but there was no one around.

"That man" continued to speak in his ear: "Originally, I came up with this sword as soon as he entered the alley, but I felt your sword qi, so I wanted to see how your sword was, after all, I haven't seen a swordsman in Luoyang City for too long. ”

Li Fuyao suddenly asked in a low voice, "The senior is also a disciple of Sword Mountain?"

Originally, I thought it was a question that should be nine out of ten, but "that person" quickly smiled and said, "I want to enter Sword Mountain, but I have never been to that place." ”

Li Fuyao was a little distracted.

"The man" sighed lightly, "This sword was originally just to save the girl, since you are here, take a look by the way, maybe it will still be of some benefit to you, Sword Mountain, it is really a good place." ”

Li Fuyao took two steps back and said softly: "Then wait for the sword of the senior." ”

The "man" seemed to laugh, and then there was no sound.

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Luoyang City, Star Tower.

At this moment, the wind and clouds are changing, and lightning and thunder are roaring above the clouds.

Countless majestic qi machines gathered on the roof of the star-picking tower, and gusts of wind blew the man's clothes.

The ban set by the Yanling School Palace has been fully revived at this moment.

All of this was just because after Li Changgu stood up, he threw the sword at his waist down the stairs.

The bitter day was short, with a fierce sword qi, and it forcibly tore a hole in these qi machines, swept out of the Star Picking Tower, and went to a certain place.

Li Changgu smiled softly, "There are still three points of power left, which is enough." ”