Super Elation Under the Sun

"Damn swordsman!"

The scarlet-eyed man carried the stone axe and strode towards Li Fuyao. The only person who could have the courage and weight to fight a swordsman within ten feet of a foot was the demon repair.

Some monster races who are born with rough skin and thick flesh are even more confident.

Since that brawny man dared to fight in close quarters, Li Fuyao, who was already advantageous to close fights, would naturally not be afraid.

The sword energy on the Qingsi sword skyrocketed, Li Fuyao tapped his toes lightly, and his whole body swept towards the strong man. His movements were so fast that in Feng Lu's eyes, there was still an afterimage on the spot.

Qingsi pierced the brawny man's chest impartially.

Depending on the sharpness of the Qingsi sword and Li Fuyao's sharp sword aura, if this sword is pierced, the brawny man will not feel good.

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

There was a sound of gold and stone.

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

The strong man slashed with an axe, carrying a majestic aura, and countless killing intent.

Li Fuyao raised his sword to greet him, but did not cross his chest. Instead, when the sword body intersected with the stone axe, his wrist sank and he removed most of his qi. The three masters at the foot of Jianshan had three swordsmanships. Dadao did its own thing. Master Xie Lu ruled the roost with swordsmanship. I don’t know how many swordsmanships are in his mind. Those days when compared with Li Fuyao, although he often beats Li Fuyao into embarrassment, in fact, it also made Li Fuyao. Fuyao made considerable progress in a short time.

With the sword aura in the spirit palace as a support, one hand of exquisite swordsmanship, in the same realm, actually has some effect.

The Qingsi Sword pierced at a strange angle and pierced the brawny man's chest again. Although it was still stopped by the stone axe this time, it was obvious that the vitality in the brawny man's body had stagnated.

After a short fight, Li Fuyao could already determine that this brawny man should also be in Taiqing.

Since both are Taiqing, Li Fuyao has no reason to be afraid of shrinking.

Sweep in one go.

Qingsi pierced the brawny man's chest this time, only a sword pierced the chest, and did not advance half a step, but left a white mark on the brawny man's body.

Li Fuyao retracted his sword two steps back, shocked.

But Feng Lu sighed not far away, and said, "As expected, I'm a bastard."

Nobody knows how many types of monsters there are in the world. When it comes to which kind of group is the most powerful, it is also unclear. Whether this is the ancient beast or the monster that has been passed down from ancient times, no one I dare to say that I am the first, but if it is really tyrannical, the tortoise is the first.

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

It is never known who wins and loses in conflicts.

The battle between cultivators, to the end, is to throw everything away, relying on strength to speak.

Conspiracy and trickery are all clouds in front of the strongest strength.

Li Fuyao squeezed Qingsi tightly. Without even thinking about it, he cut out with a sword, and a sword gang was born in front of him.

With countless sword qi abruptly pressed down.

The strong man carried the stone axe and slashed around, slashing a lot of sword energy.

But the sword aura that fell on him still failed to make him feel a little bit jealous.

Quandang tickled himself.

Li Fu shook his brows and frowned deeply. He released his sword nineteen and hid himself in the darkness. Before, he thought of killing him with a sword at a critical moment. Now his first evolution spiritual palace has eyebrows. Manipulating Sword Nineteen doesn't cost much effort.

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

Qingsi can only leave a white mark even after a sword is pierced. Sword Nineteen is not as powerful as Qingsi, so what if there is a chance?

There is no difference between having a chance and having no chance.

Taking a deep breath, Li Fuyao swept out again, the green silk still billowing in his hands.

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In the small town, Guanxi was surrounded by the light of Buddha, so that a lot of ghosts did not dare to get close. This monk who came from the land of Buddha was the most restrained of lonely ghosts.

Standing by the river, he looked at the rotten wood floating around, thoughtfully.

Deep in the town, those big red lanterns shook as if they were saying something.

Guanxi walked slowly along the street by the river, and the ghost that dared to deal with him along the way was a Buddhist lion seal, which was beaten to death.

This method is used when viewing the river to save the dead.

There is a restaurant in the small town facing the street. At this moment, the ghost town has a smell of meat in the restaurant. Guanxi who just walked here was startled, and then frowned deeply.

He couldn't feel anyone inside.

But the meaty smell is real.

This means that the person or ghost inside is much higher than him.

Guanxi stood at the door with a strange expression.

Suddenly squeaked.

The door was pushed open, and there was a middle-aged man dressed as a scholar holding his sleeve, holding a plate of cooked pork, glanced at Guanxi, and said with a smile: "You monks, don't eat meat."

Then he put the twice-cooked pork on the table near the door and scooped another bowl of rice.

Guanxi folded 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 can I ask."

Even Buddhism people like Guanxi who have just set foot in the demon land know who white tea is.

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

The middle-aged man seemed extremely hungry. After taking a look at Guanxi, he started to eat. There was only one plate of cooked pork. He was eating with relish, which made Guanxi a little ignorant.

After eating several mouthfuls of rice, the middle-aged man seemed to have some interest and began to talk to Guanxi.

"Knowing that there is a heavy ghost here, you come in when you come in, why not save the dead?"

Guanxi said calmly, "As long as it can be dispelled, how to overtake it is a matter for the poor monk."

The middle-aged man didn't care, but just said: "I heard that Zen has learned from the past and the present, I'm afraid it's better than you to know how to supersede."

Hearing the words Chanzi, Guanxi's mood fluctuated endlessly.

The middle-aged man with extremely high realm can feel the fluctuation of Guanxi's mood in just an instant, but he ignores it, just eats alone.

After eating a few pieces of meat, he sighed, "I can't cut the tortoise shell. No matter how many methods are used, it is useless. But what is the fun of practicing swords. Why do I have to go to practice swords?"

This sentence seemed to be irritating from his mouth.

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

After eating a few more bites of rice, the middle-aged man seemed to be a little angry. He put his unfinished rice bowl on the table and looked at Guanxi, "A meal does not make me happy?"

Guanxi was confused.

It was entirely because he didn't know that a white-haired man had arrived outside the town at this moment.