The sea of clouds was churning, Ye Sheng was forced back by Li Fuyao's sword for dozens of zhang, if it was spread out, I am afraid that everyone in the whole world would be impressed by Li Fuyao, and no matter what means he used to make Ye Sheng suffer such a big loss, it was enough to cause such a result.

After all, Ye Sheng is not an outsider, but the first person in the entire world after Chao Qingqiu left the world.

The strongest person in the world is Ye Sheng.

Several golden rays of light fell on the sea of clouds.

Ning Sheng's little cinnabar still appeared in the sky, but it was much bleaker than before, and under the battle between him and Ye Changting, he had already understood that there was still a gap between himself and that sword immortal. It's just that this reality made Ning Sheng himself feel a little palpitating, this Ye Changting had never heard of it in hundreds of years before, but after he was born, it was only a few years, who would have thought that at this moment, he would be able to take over the title of the number one sword immortal in the world, and it began to make them all jealous.

Tonight's battle situation, in fact, according to Ning Sheng, Liu Xiang is not a noteworthy person, and the most important thing is to kill Ye Changting.

This person may be the biggest unpredictable factor in the previous human situation.

Zhou Fuzi's face was as usual, his realm was the most wonderful one except Ye Sheng, the previous battle, far from breaking the muscles and bones, he looked at the sword light in the distance, silent, this time Xiaoyuan City gathered a full six saints, three Daomen, two Confucianism, and even a Buddha land saint, but they failed to create any results.

It's just to let the Sword Monarch, who was not in this world in the first place, leave the world again.

Chen Sheng's face was as pale as paper, he stood in the distance, and said softly: "Chaofu has sent news that Li Changgu has entered the sea, and he can't stop it, someone in Luoyang City has stopped him." ”

If the previous situation was that there was no loss in this business, and there were even some small profits, then from this moment on, then this business will be a real loss.

The appearance of a sword immortal in the human world is far more unacceptable than the previous sword monarch.

Ning Sheng glanced at Master Zhou, but the meaning in his eyes was not very clear.

Li Changgu used to study in the school palace and had an inextricable relationship with Confucianism, and this kind of thing is not very clear now.

Master Zhou ignored Ning Sheng, his status was comparable to Ye Sheng, so he naturally ignored him.

A moment later, Ye Sheng returned from the sea of clouds in the distance, this Daomen saint looked still as rich as jade, his gas was as usual, and he didn't look embarrassed, even if he was forced back by Li Fuyao's sword before, it was no big problem to look at it.

Ye Sheng fell to Master Zhou's side, his mood did not fluctuate, he just said indifferently: "The world is in an eventful autumn, you have to be more careful." ”

There was something vague in the words, and I think only these two saints could understand it.

Master Zhou nodded and didn't say much.

Zhang Sheng appeared in the distance of the sea of clouds, but he was also the first to leave, since Ye Sheng had already expressed his position, and Master Zhou did not show other thoughts, then the matter was no longer important, so Zhang Sheng was going to leave at this moment, and no one could gossip.

Zhang Sheng took the lead to leave, and then Ning Sheng signaled to Ye Sheng, and then slowly left, the saints in the clouds left one after another, which means that this matter is about to end, the saints left, and Master Zhou was the last.

As for the previous Buddha land saint, he had already gone to the Buddha land.

In order to recuperate, it is to recuperate.

Among these saints, he was not seriously injured, and now he has no intention of continuing to stay in the mountains and rivers, and if he does not leave quickly, he may be killed.

Ye Sheng stood on top of the sea of clouds, looking at the sword marks that had not dissipated in the sea of clouds before, the whole person didn't know what he was thinking, but after a long time, he waved his hand, erased the sword marks, and left here, disappearing.

The sword marks are gone, the saints are gone, and today's business is completely over at this moment.

As for that Sword Monarch, now that he has fallen into the river, naturally no one cares.

......

......

Li Fuyao also left, a sword slashed out, and then with the remaining sword qi of the Xunxian Sword, it was enough for him to leave this small garden city thousands of miles away, but after thousands of miles, if there was a saint chasing him, he might not be able to avoid the killing, in the early morning, he fell from a high altitude, in front of a mountain forest stream.

He passed out.

When I woke up, it was already sunset.

For a whole day, there was no saint who wanted to die to him, Li Fuyao lay beside the stream, blood seeped out of his body, and with the stream down, the bloody gas spread far away, when he opened his eyes, his whole body was in hot pain, the green silk sword was on his side, and the Xunxian Sword also fell quietly beside him, after this battle, the Xunxian Sword was completely quiet.

Li Fuyao looked up at the sunset, his limbs were weak, and he couldn't lift it up, this battle, if it was someone else, he might have died a long time ago, but he was different, although several Lingfu had different degrees of damage, but it was not completely broken, and there was still some residual sword qi in the Lingfu, which could be very beneficial to him, but in this battle, Wanzhang Chang was gone, not to mention, Sword Nineteen was still in Ye Sheng's Demon Suppression Bowl, this sword was his first pseudo-natal sword, and it was the first sword that took the initiative to recognize him as the Lord, and he naturally had deep feelings for Sword Nineteen。

It's just that he is not Chao Qingqiu, and the sword in Ye Shengzhen's demon bowl naturally can't be retrieved.

However, after Sword Nineteen is gone, it can also be used to make up for its lack with the Immortal Sword, and the Immortal Sword is a crippled Immortal Sword, which will make Li Fuyao stronger to a certain extent.

Li Fuyao no longer continued to think about these things, but began to look inwardly at the remaining sword qi in the meridians, and only a moment later, in the mountains and forests, a demonic qi appeared.

Although the demon land in the north is the place where the demon clan gathers, it is not without mountains and rivers, but the realm of the demon clan on this side of the mountains and rivers is relatively lower and not fierce.

But this is also the equivalent of some monks.

Li Fuyao's blood attracted a lot of demon cultivators.

It's in the mountains and forests.

Many are just small demons in the realm of Yudan, but there are also many demon cultivators with a high realm.

Even in the distance, there was a demon cultivator in Taiqing Realm who was eyeing him, and that tiger demon was already an absolute powerhouse within a radius of a hundred miles in this mountain forest, and at this moment, he was staring at Li Fuyao lying next to the stream in a certain mountain forest.

There was a short man beside this tiger demon, with a gloomy expression, who was also looking at Li Fuyao.

"Don't worry, the king, I have already arranged for someone to test him, he should be a Terran monk with a low realm, he doesn't have any worries after eating him, and he doesn't have to worry about someone seeking revenge. ”

The mountains and forests here are not Yanling or Liangxi, but Dayu, which will not provoke people who should not be provoked.

But when the short man spoke, a bright light suddenly appeared in the distant stream.

There is a sword that snatches through the mountains and forests, and almost every once in a while it takes the life of a little demon.

"It's a swordsman......"

When the short man from before saw this scene, his face turned pale, and the whole person went limp on the spot.

The colorless tiger demon gritted his teeth and said, "What are you afraid of, maybe it's not a powerful character." ”

said so, but when he spoke, he was actually very afraid, this demon cultivator was not afraid of any Confucian monk or Taoist priest, but the swordsman who was most afraid of this sword.

It was not easy for the mountains and rivers to meet one or two swordsmen before, but after such things have happened over the years, there have already been many demon cultivators who have understood, and there are many more swordsmen in the mountains and rivers now than before.

But there are so many things, how can you meet one here?

"Don't be afraid, as long as we ......"

Before the short man could finish speaking, a long sword had already grazed his neck.

Poof.

Blood splattered.

The tiger demon looked at this scene, turned around and left, but as soon as he turned around, a sick man appeared beside him.

The man was holding a short sword, which was placed around his neck at the moment.

Those sharp sword qi, in just a moment, caused a lot of blood to ooze from his neck.

"It's not easy to practice, so why don't you cherish it?"

The next moment, a huge tiger head rolled down.