As the last hunchbacked old man to appear, this old monk from the Academy in the morning and evening was extremely cautious. After coming to the entrance of the alley, he just took a look at the current situation in the alley, then waved his hand and picked up Jia Qing and threw it to the carriage outside the alley.

Jia Qing, who was seriously injured, got up, swallowed the blood in his mouth, and spoke with difficulty, "Thank you for helping you, uncle."

The hunchbacked old man looked indifferent and ignored him.

He just looked at Ye Shengge and Li Fuyao in the alley, then fell on the sword on Li Fuyao's waist, then looked at the sword box behind him, and then sneered: "Sword Mountain has fallen to such a level? Even a disciple walking in the world has to bring seven or eight swords to save his life?"

Li Fuyao's expression was plain and he didn't say anything.

When he put one hand on the hilt of the sword, his aura had reached its peak. He just waited for a suitable opportunity to set off his sword.

After Ye Shengge put away the peach wood sword, he did not take out anything else. The Taoist celestial in a white dress just looked at the hunchbacked old man in front of him, frowned slightly.

Tonight is destined to be a death-death battle. It makes no sense to say too much, and you still have to distinguish between the superiors and inferiors under your command.

Li Fuyao is just a swordsman in the sword energy realm. At most, he can compete with a Taiqing realm monk. Facing the foregone conclusion of the Chaomu realm monk in front of him, if he was asked to deal with it alone, if there was no reason for the need to fight, he would definitely turn around and leave.

The swordsman's killing power is unparalleled in the world, but it is only limited to the same realm. It is not said that if you can still be different from others after two realms.

Even Chao Qingqiu was afraid he could not do this.

Li Fuyao pressed the hilt of the sword. When this sword was unsheathed, it was not up to anyone else, but only Ye Shengge.

The hunchbacked old man seemed unwilling to say more. After saying that, he took a big step forward. His clothes were blown by the majestic aura. He stretched out a hand and pressed down slightly. The monks in the alley all felt an invisible momentum without exception. This momentum seemed to be standing by the coast, watching the tide slapping the coast.

How can humans resist that kind of momentum?

The two priests who can still stand now looked at each other and had their own plans. One of them suddenly rushed forward and was about to pull up the colleague who had been seriously injured by a sword, and the other was looking at Li Fuyao, ready to intercept Li Fuyao. Li Fuyao squinted his eyes. After all, it was not for Ye Shengge to play the sword for the first time tonight, but it was just a sword that was disturbed into this game. After all, in Luoyang City, the Emperor Yanling was actually kind to this little swordsman. When he killed the monk Yanling in Luosang River, Wang Yanqing, sent by Emperor Yanling, just played a game of chess with him at the border and did not make too many difficulties. Although it was because of the old Confucian scholar, Wang Yanqing himself did not have much intention of leaving Li Fuyao behind. All of this depends on the thoughts of Emperor Yanling.

Therefore, when he watched the Ministry of Justice take another Ministry of Justice out of the alley, he put his hand on the hilt of the sword and did not leave.

The sword has never been unsheathed.

The three worshippers of the Ministry of Justice have left the battlefield. In the alley today, except for Cheng Yusheng sitting next to Tu Shutu's corpse, only Li Fuyao and Ye Shengge are left.

Ye Shengge waved his hand slightly, and an oil-paper umbrella appeared out of thin air, hovering over Cheng Yusheng's head, dismantling the aura emitted by the hunchbacked old man for him.

At the same time, Ye Shengge flipped his palm and several talismans appeared in the palm of his palm, and instantly shot away.

He rushed straight to the hunchbacked old man's face.

These few talismans have little effect, they just want to imprison the hunchbacked old man.

While these several talismans flew out, a jade bowl appeared above Ye Shengge.

Once the jade bowl appeared, the abundance of energy in the alley reached its peak.

The hunchbacked old man frowned, then pointed out, and a sharp aura rushed from his fingertips toward the jade bowl.

The talismans had turned into silk threads and were tangled towards the hunchbacked old man.

The four people outside the alley were stunned.

The three worshippers from the Ministry of Justice outside the alley and Jia Qing were amazed by the number of Ye Shengge's magical instruments. From the initial peach wood sword, to the later oil paper umbrella, to the current jade bowl, not to mention those talismans, it is enough to open the eyes.

And no matter how you look at it, any of these three things is not like ordinary magic tools, especially the jade bowl that appeared in the end, just from its power, it is absolutely extraordinary.

The most famous bowl among the mountains and rivers is the demon-suppressing bowl in the hands of a Taoist saint. In addition to being famous for the saint's magical tools, there is also a thing that the demon-suppressing bowl not only suppresses many demon cultivators with great cultivation, but also a quasi-big monster with one foot that has crossed the sea.

Such a demon cultivator is afraid that even the master of the temple cannot resist, but in the bowl of that saint, there is still no way to escape.

Although this jade bowl is definitely not as good as that bowl, no matter how you look at it, it will never be just a demonstration.

While the hunchbacked old man pointed out, the jade bowl was slowly pressed towards the hunchbacked old man's head under Ye Shengge's urging. The hunchbacked old man looked indifferent.

He raised his hand upwards, and countless majestic auras poured out from his cuffs, which were extremely bright in the darkness. The other hand pinched the magic tricks, which seemed to be the magic weapon.

The silk threads transformed by the talismans have broken away before they reach the hunchbacked old man.

A black and white picture began to appear behind the hunchbacked old man.

Just as a black and white scroll appeared faintly behind him.

On this side of the alley, Li Fuyao suddenly rushed forward. At the same time, the black hair around his waist had been unsheathed, and a sword was handed out, and the sword energy was fierce.

The alleys are filled with sword intent.

Within one meter in front of the swordsman, monks in the same realm cannot wait.

The three court worshippers who were watching the alley were frightened, especially the one who had been cut through his lower abdomen with a sword before, his face turned pale. He knew clearly that if Li Fuyao had this sword before, he would never have been cut through his lower abdomen.

The swordsman's sword is really too powerful.

Just as Li Fuyao rushed towards the hunchbacked old man, the black and white picture here had already reached the hunchbacked old man.

As a sword penetrated into the scroll, the blue-wire sword body instantly collapsed into an extremely exaggerated arc. Li Fuyao's hand holding the sword trembled slightly, and the tiger's mouth burst out instantly.

Blood stains black hair.

I'm afraid that if it weren't for the previous owner of this black hair, Bai Zhihan, the sword embryo, who had been holding the sword for many years and repeatedly tempered the black hair with his own sword energy, would have broken on the spot now.

A monk in the morning and evening realm is indeed too powerful.

The next moment, Li Fuyao fell

Fly out and fell heavily into the alley.

Cheng Yusheng looked at this scene with anxiety.

Ye Shengge's face turned pale. He first fought against Tu Shutu, then Jia Qing, and now he fought against the hunchbacked old man in the Qingsi realm. Even if this Taoist seed is iron-clad, no matter how abundant the energy in the Lingfu is, he will be exhausted now.

Li Fuyao got up, swallowed a mouthful of blood from his mouth, turned his head to look at Cheng Yusheng, feeling helpless.

A monk from the morning and evening realm, he met two who were truly enemies.

The previous one even stepped on him directly. If it weren't for the sword mountain ancestor Xu Ji, he wouldn't have been holding a sword and dealing with another cultivator in the morning and dusk realm now.

After Li Fuyao stood up, he took a deep breath and looked at the scene in the distance. Even though Ye Shengge's jade bowl was pointed at by the hunchbacked old man, it did not lose its power. It still pressed towards the hunchbacked old man's head, but it was only very slow. As for the picture scroll in front of the hunchbacked old man, the white light suddenly flourished, and wisps of energy had already attacked Ye Shengge.

Ye Shengge, wearing a white dress, looked dull, but his face was really bad.

The white dress on her body was radiant, and it was obviously another magic weapon.

The four people outside the alley were already numb. Facing Ye Shengge's endless magical tools, no matter who they were, they would feel a little lamented. This is also a monk, and the gap is really big.

But even Ye Shengge, who has so many magical tools, is a bit difficult in the current situation.

After all, the hunchbacked old man is a cultivator in the morning and evening realm with a higher level than her.

Li Fuyao stood in the distance with his sword in his hands, with a little sadness between his eyebrows and eyes.

But just as he was holding his black hair tightly to hand over the second sword, a gentle voice suddenly rang in his ears, "Look at how I have this sword?"

Li Fuyao was stunned and turned his head, but there was no one around.

"The man" continued to speak in his ear: "Originally, I thought of this sword as soon as he entered the alley, but when I felt your sword energy, I wanted to see what your sword was like. After all, I have not seen a swordsman in Luoyang City for too long."

Li Fuyao suddenly asked in a low voice: "Senior is also a disciple of Jianshan?"

Originally, I thought it was a question that should be almost certain, but the "man" quickly smiled and said, "I want to enter Jianshan, but I have never been to that place before."

Li Fuyao was a little lost.

"The man" sighed lightly, "This sword was just trying to save that girl. Since you are here, let's take a look. Maybe it's still beneficial to you. Jianshan is such a good place."

Li Fuyao took two steps back and said softly: "Then wait for the sword of senior."

"That person" seemed to smile, and then there was no sound again.

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Luoyang City, Zhaixing Tower.

At this moment, the wind and clouds are changing, and lightning and thunder are roaring above the clouds.

Countless magnificent auras gathered on the roof of the Zhaixing Tower, and gusts of strong wind blew the man's clothes.

The ban set by Yanling Academy has recovered in full swing at this moment.

Everything was just because Li Changgu stood up and threw the sword on his waist down the stairs.

The bitter and short day, with a sharp sword energy, it tore a hole in these energy, and swept out of the Zhaixing Tower and headed to a certain place.
Chapter completed!