Super Elation Under the Sun

It’s not Liu Yibai’s sword strength, but the current Li Fuyao realm cultivation base is here. He is now a sword immortal from the Canghai Sea from the point of view of his killing power alone, and his sword is naturally very strong. .

A sword illuminates the entire small garden city, and also makes Ye Sheng feel a little lost. He looks at Li Fuyao, and then takes a few steps back. The Demon Bowl in the town comes to him naturally, and the entire Demon Bowl is white light. The masterpiece is not the same as the golden light of other saints.

Ye Sheng is the master of Taoism. In a sense, after Chao Qingqiu left the world, he was the strongest in this world. This world, whether it is Ye Changting or Liu Xiang, is worse than Ye Sheng. Some are truly the first people in the world, but now looking at Li Fuyao, he cautiously did not take action immediately. This is not because the previous battle with Liu Xiang has cost him a lot, but because he always feels this Something in the sea of ​​clouds is staring at him.

Li Fuyao’s three-handed sword, one sword nineteen, one grass gradually turning green, plus the bright moon, are all fake natal swords, none of them are in Li Fuyao’s hands. From a certain perspective, this is considered a flying sword. .

Feijian's statement will appear in the mouth of the storyteller. They believe that the sword fairy in this world can impose a flying sword thousands of miles away.

This is Feijian.

But in fact, apart from Wan Chi, no swordsman is obsessed with letting the sword leave his hand.

Li Fuyao is the second one.

But even these three flying swords are not Ye Sheng's things, and now, the three swords and one sword have been submerged in his demon bowl.

Should have made him easier.

Ye Sheng watched the sword that Li Fuyao handed out on the Demon's Bowl, and there was no mood swing, even when Li Fuyao flew across the sea of ​​clouds and arrived in front of him.

Li Fuyao wiped the sea of ​​clouds and came to Ye Sheng's body. This was his second sword. The second sword was also very powerful, but Ye Sheng did not evade, only raised his sleeves, and the sword quickly fell. On Ye Sheng's sleeve.

A dazzling white light was born, and the wind formed by countless majestic sword auras not only blew the sea of ​​clouds, but also blew out a lot of white light on Ye Sheng’s robes. Those subtle white lights were not ordinary white lights, but swords. The product of qi and white light intertwined, those subtle white lights are battlefields everywhere, Ye Sheng

He didn't know what material his Taoist robe was made of, countless white lights were attached to it, and he still couldn't get his robe out even half a hole.

Ye Sheng lowered his head, glanced at the white light, and then said: "Your sword aura is weakening, how long can you last?"

A person like Ye Sheng can naturally see that Li Fuyao wanted to kill him and he didn't show it at all. When the sword energy dissipated, it might not even be possible to leave here.

Li Fuyao stared at Ye Sheng and didn't speak, but the sword energy in the spirit mansion was gushing out like a nine-day galaxy. When Ye Changting and Liu Xiang were facing the cultivators, even if they couldn't win. But at least it won't be dragged away. What's more, the old monk in Buddhism has been slashed with a sword and lost his combat power. Now the Canghai monks over there should not be able to stop them.

As long as Li Fuyao drags Ye Sheng here, it will do.

Ye Sheng said calmly: "Anyway, a young man like you is pretty good."

Although Ye Sheng was complimenting Li Fuyao, his other hand still held the Demon Town Bowl. After holding the magic weapon, Ye Sheng didn't hesitate to hit Li Fuyao's head.

Such an unruly fight is like a rural villager, like a land ruffian, not at all what a cloud saint should do, but Ye Sheng did.

And Li Fuyao had to deal with it seriously, after all, it was Ye Sheng who was going to hit him, and it was the Demon Bowl that was going to fall on him.

Li Fuyao wanted to take back the Qingsi sword, but the sword body seemed to have melted into Ye Sheng's Taoist robe, no matter how hard Li Fuyao tried, he couldn't pull it back.

In this way, if Li Fuyao let go and Ye Sheng lifted his robes, he might be seriously injured. If he didn't take it back, the Demon Bowl would fall on his head again.

This seems to be an extremely difficult situation.

But Li Fuyao didn't react too fiercely. He just glanced at the distance. At this moment, a sharp sword aura appeared in the sea of ​​clouds, and then a short sword swept past Ye Sheng's back, straight through it. Through Ye Sheng's chest.

That sword has been hovering somewhere in the sea of ​​clouds, only to wait for this opportunity to be able to penetrate Ye Sheng's chest with a sword.

Ye Sheng's hand was a pause, then

Sighed.

The next moment, Li Fuyao's eyes widened.

Ye Sheng's figure was actually in front of him, slowly dissipating bit by bit, and after a while, there was nothing left.

The sea of ​​clouds was tumbling in the distance, and Ye Sheng reappeared.

The town monster bowl immediately fell into the distance.

Ye Sheng looked at Li Fuyao, but more often than not, he looked at the dagger, the dagger exuding sharp sword aura.

Ye Sheng looked at the mottled cracks on the dagger, and did not speak for a while.

"This is a fairy sword?"

Ye Sheng thought for a while, and then continued: "At least it used to be a fairy sword."

The immortal sword that can appear in this world is clearly recorded in the three thousand scrolls of Deng Tianlou that only one sword of seeking immortality is left in the world.

Of course, the Three Thousand Dao Scroll also said very clearly that the sword of seeking immortality had already been destroyed.

But now Xun Xianjian hovered in front of Ye Sheng again.

Three thousand scrolls are right.

Ye Sheng looked at the traces on the sword and knew that this sword was recast.

Although the recast fairy sword is not a real fairy sword, it is also something beyond the holy artifact.

And it's in the hands of Li Fuyao now.

This really made Ye Sheng take heart.

Ye Sheng said, "I have all the fairy swords in my hand. Does Chao Qingqiu have great expectations for you?"

Li Fuyao did not speak.

Ye Sheng said: "But it's impossible."

He took back the Demon Township Bowl, the whole person's momentum was climbing, the white light in the Demon Township Bowl began to dim, and many white lights slowly poured into Ye Sheng's body.

As the master of Taoism, Ye Sheng, how could his magic weapon be an ordinary sacred weapon.

The wonderful thing about the Demon Bowl is that it can not only target the demon clan, but also absorb the aura of heaven and earth, so when the aura of heaven and earth that is usually absorbed flows into Ye Sheng's body at this moment.

He will become stronger.

Feeling those majestic auras flowing into Ye Sheng's body, Li Fuyao's imperial envoy Xunxianjian quickly flew out.

"The Dao Sect has an incredible figure."

Sword Lord sighed in the sea of ​​clouds.

But it held a long ten thousand feet long.