"Damn swordsman!"

The man with scarlet eyes carried a stone axe and strode towards Li Fuyao, and the only one who could have the courage and enough weight to fight with the swordsman within one zhang was the demon cultivator.

Some demon clans who are born with rough skin and thick flesh are even more confident.

Since that strong man dares to fight in close quarters, Li Fuyao, who is already beneficial to close combat, will naturally not be afraid.

The sword qi on the green silk sword skyrocketed, Li Fu shook his toes lightly, and the whole person swept towards the strong man, the movement was so fast that in Feng Lu's eyes, there was still an afterimage left in the same place.

Qingsi stabbed the strong man's chest impartially.

According to the sharpness of the Qingsi Sword and Li Fuyao's sword aura, if this sword is stabbed, the strong man will not feel good.

But after the sword was handed out, it only stabbed the stone axe.

There was a sound of gold and stone.

In the dark night, countless rays of light gathered and gathered on the stone axe, which was much brighter than the sword light before.

The strong man slashed down with an axe, with a majestic qi machine, and countless killing intent.

Li Fuyao raised his sword to greet him, but not in front of his chest, but at the same time when the sword body intersected with the stone axe, his wrist sank, and he unloaded most of the qi, the three uncles at the foot of the sword mountain, the three avenues of sword qi and sword intent swordsmanship each did their own thing, and the uncle Xie Lu was dominant in swordsmanship, I don't know how many sword moves were in my mind, and Li Fuyao competed with the sword in those days, although Li Fuyao was often beaten to the point of embarrassment, but in fact, it also made Li Fuyao make great progress in a short period of time.

With the sword qi in the spirit mansion as a support, the exquisite swordsmanship is actually very useful in the same realm.

The green silk sword stabbed out at a strange angle, and stabbed at the strong man's chest again, this time although it was still stopped by the stone axe, it was obvious that the qi in the strong man's body was stagnant.

After a short fight, Li Fuyao could already determine that this strong man's cultivation should also be in Taiqing.

Since he is also Taiqing, Li Fuyao has no reason to be afraid of backing down.

In one go.

Qingsi stabbed the strong man in the chest this time, but only stabbed the chest with a sword, and did not take half a step forward, but only left a white mark on the strong man's body.

Li Fuyao put away his sword and took two steps back, shocked.

However, Feng Lu sighed not far away and said, "It is worthy of being an old king." ”

How many types of demon race there are in the world, no one can say, when it comes to which race group is the most powerful, it is not clear, whether it is this ancient beast, or what ancient demon clan has been passed down from ancient times, no one dares to say that they are the first, but if it is really about physical strength, the turtle clan is well-deserved first.

If the sword of a swordsman is the sharpest spear in the world. Then the tortoise shell of the tortoise clan is the hardest shield in the world.

In the battle of contradictions, it is not known who will win and who will lose.

The battle between the monks, to the end, is the same to throw everything away and rely on strength to speak.

Intrigue and intrigue are all floating clouds in the face of the most powerful forces.

Li Fuyao clenched the green silk, and without thinking about it, a sword slashed out, and a sword gang was born in front of him.

With countless sword qi, he pressed it hard.

The strong man carried a stone axe and slashed around, cutting down a lot of sword qi.

But the sword qi that fell on him still didn't make him feel the slightest bit afraid.

The right to tickle yourself.

Li Fuyan frowned deeply, he released Sword Nineteen and hid in the darkness, he was thinking about killing with a sword at a critical moment, but now his first Evolved Spirit Mansion has an eyebrow, and he controls Sword Nineteen, and it doesn't take much effort.

It's just that even if you can control Sword Nineteen now, it seems to be useless.

Qingsi can only leave a white mark when the sword is stabbed, and the power of the sword nineteen is not as good as that of Qingsi, even if there is a chance, so what?

If you can't make a contribution, there is no difference between having a chance and not having a chance.

Taking a deep breath, Li Fuyao swept out again, and the green silk in his hand was still full of sword energy.

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In the town, Guanxi is surrounded by Buddha light, so that a group of powerful ghosts dare not get close, this monk from the Buddha land, the most restrained lonely ghosts.

Standing by the river, he looked thoughtfully at the rotten wood that floated steadily.

Deep in town, those big red lanterns swayed, as if to say something.

Guanxi walked slowly along the riverside streets, and the ghost thing that dared to attack him along the way was a Buddhist lion mark, which made his soul scatter.

Guanxi surpasses the undead, which is the method used.

In the place facing the street of the town, there is a restaurant, and the town that is full of ghosts at the moment actually came from a burst of meat fragrance in the restaurant, and the view of the river that happened to come here was stunned, and then the brows were furrowed deeply.

He didn't feel anyone inside.

But the smell of meat is indeed there.

This means that the person or ghost inside has a much higher realm cultivation than him.

Guanxi stood at the door, looking strange.

Suddenly there was a squeak.

The door was pushed open, and a middle-aged man dressed as a scholar pulled his sleeves, held a plate of back pot meat, glanced at Guanxi, and said with a straight smile: "You monks, you don't eat meat." ”

Then he put the meat on the table near the door and went to scoop another bowl of rice.

Guanxi clasped his hands together and asked in a low voice, "Who is Mr."

The middle-aged man waved his hand, "I'm not white tea, what's there to ask." ”

Even a Buddhist person like Guanxi who has just set foot in the demon land knows who white tea is.

The monk who claims to know everything about the demon land is very mysterious.

The middle-aged man seemed to be very hungry, and after taking a look at Guanxi, he began to eat, only a plate of meat in the pot, and he ate it with relish, which made Guanxi a little confused.

After eating several bites of food, the middle-aged man seemed to be in some interest and began to speak to Guanxi.

"I know that there is a lot of ghost here, so you come in and come in, why don't you overtake the undead?"

Guanxi said calmly: "As long as it can be dispelled, how to exceed it is a matter for the poor monks." ”

The middle-aged man didn't care, but said: "I heard that Zen has learned through the past and the present, but I'm afraid it's better than you need to know something about how to go over." ”

Hearing the word Zen, Guanxi's mood fluctuated.

The middle-aged man with an extremely lofty realm could feel Guanxi's mood fluctuations in just an instant, but he didn't pay attention to it, but he just buried his head in eating.

After eating a few pieces of meat, he sighed a little, "You can't cut the tortoise shell, no matter how many means you have, it's useless, but what's the fun of practicing swords, why do you have to run to practice swords one by one?"

There seemed to be some irritation in the words that came out of his mouth.

Everyone knows that there are not many swordsmen in the mountains and rivers, and there are very few who can practice swords, and what this middle-aged man said was originally nonsense.

After eating a few more bites of rice, the middle-aged man seemed to be a little angry, he put the unfinished rice bowl on the table, looked at Guanxi, "Don't you make me happy to eat?"

Guanxi was confused.

It's all because he doesn't know that there is a white-haired man outside the town at this moment.