The porter in the distance, stretched out his hand to comb his somewhat messy hair, and then reached out to brush the guqin in front of him, and then it was stained with blood on his hand, he looked at the red in the palm of his hand, and then put it in front of his nose and sniffed it, before he smiled and spoke, "The blood of your swordsmen doesn't stink, why is your temper so stinky?"

Li Fuyao, who had already wiped the blood stains on his face, rolled up his sleeves, just covering all the bloodstained places, he didn't pay attention to the porter in front of him, but just yelled into the distance: "What are you doing, go back!"

Li Wenjing, who was trotting all the way, suddenly heard this roar, and the soles of his feet slipped, and he fell into the wind and snow like this, but after a while, he got up and continued to run towards this side.

The porter didn't turn his head, but just waved his hand casually, and a majestic qi suddenly appeared, Li Wenjing flew out upside down, fell into the snow, and didn't see any movement to get up after half a moment.

Li Fuyao clenched the green silk and stared at the gatehouse in front of him.

The alley is full of murderous intent.

This is the first time since the beginning of this life-and-death battle that Li Fuyao wants to kill someone so much, and he is not even willing to hide half a point.

The wind and snow behind Li Fuyao were not only cold, but now they were even more swordsmanlike, and there was sword intent permeating the entire alley.

The arm that trembled slightly before, now it is holding the green silk stiffly, Li Fuyao swayed his long hair and swayed in the wind, this swordsman who has practiced swords for three years, stepped out, and a snow sword shot out behind him.

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

Sword after sword.

The porter began to sit upright behind the guqin, plucking the strings, and each time a snow sword was bound to be shattered, and after a full fifteen times, three of the strings were broken, and even the porter's fingers were covered with deep wounds.

Even as a Taiqing Realm cultivator, he was not able to take Li Fuyao's fifteen swords lightly.

After fifteen swords, Li Fuyao, whose face turned pale, had already arrived in front of the gatehouse, and there was not much qi left in the gatehouse spirit mansion.

The two glanced at each other, but neither spoke, Li Fuyao raised his sword, and the concierge was holding the magic trick with his hand, making the guqin in the air.

Li Fuyao's sword fell on the guqin, and then the guqin was brilliant.

Li Fuyao was knocked away by a majestic qi machine, and the distance between the two of them returned from the first fifteen steps back to the current fifteen steps.

Li Fuyao stood in the alley, looking at the scene in the distance, and his eyes were a little blurry.

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

This fight hasn't been fought yet, what are you looking at everywhere?

At this stage, in fact, the injuries suffered by the porter of the Taiqing Realm were not much lighter than Li Fuyao, and among his meridians, there was a sword qi that had not been dispelled until now wandering around, wantonly

of destroying his meridians. Since the beginning of this war, he has made a total of two mistakes, both of which have made him pay an extremely heavy price, the first time the price was Li Fuyao's sword through the lower abdomen, so that his combat power was somewhat discounted at the beginning, if the first time was because he had never seen a swordsman shoot, and was careless, then the second time was really because he saw Li Fuyao's strong crossbow, he was a little relaxed, and was pierced by Li Fuyao's sword The wound that had finally scabbed over, and successfully sent a wisp of sharp sword qi into the meridians, resulting in the current wisp of sword qi making him miserable。

On the other hand, Li Fuyao, every time he took out his sword from beginning to end, even if he was considered a faint move at that time, it could make him pay a price that was not light or heavy, those wounds, one or two did not seem to make a Taiqing Realm monk fall like this, but if it was hundreds or thousands, it was really uncertain.

What's more, the more he got to the back, the more jealous he became of the sword qi realm swordsman in front of him, otherwise he wouldn't have waved his hand to knock that Li Wenjing directly away, so as to disturb Li Fuyao's state of mind.

The news that Xuegong got said that Li Fuyao was sent to Zhou by Luoyang City back then, and this time he came back just for revenge, maybe he didn't care much about his father, but now, it's not necessarily.

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

What was the reason for the man who burst into tears before?

The monks on the mountain pay attention to a calm mind in their cultivation, especially their Confucian monks, and the impact of mood fluctuations on the monks is not insignificant, but after all, he is not a swordsman, nor is he Li Fuyao, and now it is naturally unclear what will happen to Li Fuyao.

It's just that after Li Fuyao, who was knocked away now, raised his sword again, the porter's brows were already furrowed deeply.

Half of it came from the sword qi in the meridians, and half from Li Fuyao.

In the final analysis, it all comes from Li Fuyao.

Therefore, when Li Fuyao took the fifteen steps again and came to him, the porter really panicked.

It was at this time that the sword qi in the meridians went directly to his spiritual mansion, and he never launched an attack on the spiritual mansion that was vital to the monks, but it was as if he was guarding the pass alone, and put on a posture of being a man who could not open the door.

That sword qi stopped the billowing qi of the Spirit Mansion.

It's just a matter of moments.

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

Therefore, when Li Fuyao raised his sword and handed it out, he couldn't dodge it.

The tip of the sword pressed against the heart of the porter, and under his terrified gaze, the green silk that had killed countless demon cultivators pierced his chest little by little.

A sword pierces the heart!

Li Fuyao was almost collapsed at this moment, he gritted his teeth and spoke, "I just want to tell you that he, no matter how sorry he is for me, it is not something you can do!"

The blade of the sword pierces through the gatehouse.

This one is too clear

The monk was still incredulous.

Li Fuyao pulled out the green silk and stabbed another sword, repeating this until he was completely cut off from life.

It wasn't until he was completely weak and paralyzed that Li Fuyao spit out a mouthful of blood.

With a casual wipe of his hand, Li Fuyao walked towards Li Wenjing in the distance.

That man has not lost his life.

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 ate one himself.

He just looked at the man in front of him.

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

Li Fuyao looked at this person and asked softly: "Do you know that this is to be sent to death, if I can't kill him, he will kill you, you don't regret it, your wife and daughter don't care, just to make me cry?"

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

Li Fuyao laughed.

Li Wenjing continued to ask: "Do you want to go?" ”

Li Fu shook his head, "It has nothing to do with you, this matter is what I chose to do." ”

Li Wenjing just shook his head.

On the tall building over there, the middle-aged man and Cheng Yusheng saw this scene, their faces were very complicated, Cheng Yusheng looked at the alley, and said softly: "It's over, will there be people from the School Palace coming out?"

The middle-aged man shook his head and sighed with some emotion, "Luoyang City is such a mess, who knows what will happen next, and it's hard to say if there is any additional arrangement in the school palace, but that young man's luck shouldn't be so bad, he came out of a dead end, and he had to walk into another dead end." In this way, it seems that the boy's luck is really unlucky. ”

Cheng Yusheng said solemnly: "If it's not over yet, 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 ago, before the two of them climbed this tall building, he Cheng Yusheng had already made up his mind to help Li Fuyao, but it was only when he met this middle-aged man who came out of the Taifu Mansion that he had to watch from the wall.

The middle-aged man waved his hand and said with a smile, "No matter what you think, anyway, if someone makes another move, you will still be stopped by me, it's okay to say that you can beat it, you can't even beat it, and you will die in vain, I will definitely stop you." ”

Cheng Yusheng was silent, turned around and went downstairs.

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

Cheng Yusheng said angrily: "Go find Miss Ye." ”

The middle-aged man laughed behind him, and as for what he said in the end, Cheng Yusheng didn't listen, so naturally no one knew.

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

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