The gray shadow instantly arrived outside the Xiaoyilou Mountain Gate in an invincible posture, bringing the sky full of wind and snow, sweeping across the Xiaoyilou Mountain Gate. There was a loud bang, and the Xiaoyilou Mountain Gate was instantly broken. The plaque with the three words Xiaoyilou was also instantly broken, and the wood chips scattered.

The disciples of Xiaoyilou looked at each other and looked at the middle-aged man standing outside the door.

There were also many young people who had lived in Xiaoyilou and thought of going up the mountain to become disciples, and looked at the man in gray who looked like an ordinary martial artist from afar in the snow.

Tong Yunkui has always been famous in the Beihai River and the only one of the Sword Lords is the title. After receiving the sword sutra of Chao Fengchen, his sword cultivation has long been better than that of that year.

The mountain gate was broken, which was a great revenge that never ended. Tong Yunkui didn't say anything more. He swept dozens of feet away, pulled out an iron sword from the disciples on the side, and slashed it at the man in gray with a sword.

Tong Yunkui often traveled around the world in the early years, so naturally he often saw others. Even if most people in the world don’t know who Tong Yunkui was, they should have heard of the deeds of Jianjun angrily killing more than a hundred bandits with one sword.

After the former head of Xiaoyi Tower passed away, the old sword king is the most famous in Xiaoyi Tower. At this moment, many people couldn't help but feel a little excited when they saw the old sword king taking action.

With some concerns, the old Jianjun took action personally when the Xiaoyi Tower came, which was enough to show how powerful the man on the other side was.

As he grew older, Tong Yunkui had not taken action for almost ten years. Therefore, this action was shocked not only by outsiders, but also by Xiaoyilou disciples.

Tong Yunkui's sword force has always been very open and closed, with a sense of righteousness, so he has the title of Sword Lord. The sword was handed out from his hand, and I don't know how many wind and snow it had rolled up, and it seemed to be quite loud.

The man in gray frowned when he stood there. Although the man in front of him still looked like a martial artist, he felt that he had at least reached the end of martial arts.

Have you vaguely stepped on that great path to practice?

It is rare for a man in gray to think deeply. Even if he enters the path of cultivation, what if he enters the path of cultivation, can he defeat him, a cultivator in the blue-hair realm?

He rolled up his sleeves and rolled up thousands of snow.

The sword was resolved in a moment.

The ordinary iron sword broke instantly.

The pain Yun Kuihu's mouth burst, and blood spilled on the white snow.

Immediately afterwards, the man in gray waved his sleeves, and Tong Yunkui flew backwards and fell heavily into the snow.

There were screams of screams coming from here. Such a sword king was beaten away with a sleeve, and he didn't know how to live or die?

Several disciples went to investigate Tong Yunkui's injuries.

Ye Zhou and Liu Ning looked at each other and saw the horror in their eyes.

Ye Zhou made a quick decision, "Brother Liu went and asked the leader to take action, but Xiaoyilou was not protected!"

Judging from the power displayed by this man in gray, he was still a monk, and his realm was unknown, but it was definitely not comparable to those of them who had just begun to practice. At this time, Li Fuyao was not on the mountain, and only the head of the sect Chao Fengchen could save the danger.

Liu Ning was not a fool either. After Ye Zhou spoke, he nodded and turned around and left.

Ye Zhou took a step forward and looked at the man in gray who stopped moving after knocking Tong Yunkui away. He said in a deep voice: "You are breaking into my Xiaoyi Tower, but you have old grudges and new grudges. If not, today's affairs will not be good."

The man in gray glanced at Ye Zhou, his face full of sneer.

He did not stop Liu Ning from going to the rescue. In fact, he also wanted to see what other amazing people there are in this Xiaoyi Tower. If there are really, they will kill them together.

He never wanted to do anything that was hard to deal with. He would not be able to kill someone and talk about his purpose.

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On the mountain road, Li Fuyao looked at the old man who had met at the foot of the mountain a few days ago and was speechless.

The old man stopped in the distance, looked at Li Fuyao with a smile on his face, "I have never seen a flaw in my life. You are one, but this breaks my rules, so I have to kill you. The fool on the mountain was not meant to bewitch me. I just said I wanted to kill people. He was happy that someone would walk with me. He was like me, and there was no hope for the road. I didn't force it. I just lived in a daze, as long as I was happy, but he had to think about finding a new way. He heard that there was a good spiritual sword here, so he wanted to go up the mountain. I don't care whether he was afraid of me, would there be another blue-haired swordsman on your mountain?"

This sentence was equivalent to having made it clearer than the cause and effect. Li Fuyao remembered that the sword was nineteenth, and was still in the bamboo building, with a little unnatural expression. When he started practicing swords, he never thought that he had to have a good sword to become a swordsman. When he went to the cliff to find the sword, the one who had a fate with him was blue silk, but even if it wasn't blue silk, but an ordinary iron sword, Li Fuyao wouldn't feel anything.

Although the world is so great, the swordsman has only one sword.

But whether a sword is an external object depends on itself.

Li Fuyao touched the talisman on his waist, thinking about how to deal with it later. If Chao Fengchen was really in seclusion and broke through the realm, then he would not delay it. He had to fight quickly and then go up the mountain to drag another person, otherwise Chao Fengchen would have a hard time.

After the last meeting, the old man stood in the distance with a tactful attitude, obviously he had made up his mind to kill Li Fuyao from afar.

Li Fuyao turned his head and glanced at Yu Fu. Needless to say, Yu Fu handed out the black hair.

Drawing his sword out of the sheath, Li Fuyao whispered: "Brother Chen, it's not good to go up the mountain at this moment, and it's not wise to go down the mountain. Let's wait here for a while."

Chen Bingjun was a little confused and called out to Brother Li.

Li Fu shook his head, "Sword practice is actually not bad."

After saying this, Li Fuyao rushed in anger, and a blue figure emerged in the wind and snow. At the same time, the wind and snow and sword energy swept across the sky. It was quite spectacular when looking from a distance.

Yu Fu widened her eyes. She never thought that the young master who had always liked to read sword books in a bamboo building was so powerful when he was going to do it.

It is hard to say that the heaven and earth have changed color and the sun and the moon have no light, but the master's courage is fully displayed.

Many people on the mountain road were stunned.

Are the swordsmen on Ganhe Mountain so powerful?

No one thinks that this young man who took action is not a disciple of Xiaoyilou.

If you want to find such an extraordinary swordsman in Beihai, you can only find it in Xiaoyilou.

Li Fuyao didn't say much nonsense, and rushed past the mountain road and headed straight for the old man. Whether it was the sword energy or the sword intent, the mountain road was full of ruthless meaning.

Li Fuyao lifted his sword and flew forward, and was patient and did not give a sword.

The old man waved his sleeves with his hands across his chest, and only muffled sounds were heard between heaven and earth.

The mountain road was chaotic and the snow was chaotic, and all of them rushed to the mountain road.

Even as a cultivator in Taiqing Realm, he was still unwilling to fight with him in close combat when facing such a swordsman in the blue-haired realm.

The killing power of the swordsman is really scary.

The fight showed such power at the beginning of the game, which was much stronger than the man in gray in front of the mountain gate before.

Li Fuyao looked at the whistling snow in the sky, and then he made the first sword.

A sword was handed out, and the sword light suddenly rose!

This allows many people on the mountain road to see it with their own eyes.

The sword energy was like a dragon, breaking through the wind and snow, revealing the young man's figure.

Li Fuyao, wearing a blue cotton robe, raised his sword and came out, still keeping his feet towards the old man.

All the sword energy poured out, making the old man in the distance frown.

This time I went up the mountain, I saw that there was a monk from Taiqing Realm walking with me. If this were not the case, he wouldn't have gone up the mountain, but now it's not that simple.

This blue-haired swordsman seems to be extremely terrifying with this sword cultivation alone.

Li Fuyao had already made up his mind to deal with the old man quickly and then went back to the mountain to help, so he no longer held back. While handing out a sword, he rolled towards the old man with the wind and snow.

A tornado was set off on the mountain road.

The wind and snow were shooting randomly, no longer as before.

Those people on the mountain road had never seen such a terrifying scene, and they all were so scared that they looked deserted.

Yu Fu's face was full of worries, while Chen Bingjun smiled bitterly.

It turns out that Brother Li, you are such a martial artist.

After Li Fuyao cut open the sword, the old man made a series of wind and snow in front of him, and finally rushed up, less than several feet away from the old man.

The old man frowned and said, "How about you and I wave your hands? I will let you go up the mountain and I will go down the mountain immediately."

Li Fuyao looked indifferent, "It's too late."

Li Fuyao flew again and again, and finally reached two feet in front of the old man. The old man's sleeves rolled in his qi, and the spiritual mansion had already exploded like thunder, and his vibrant qi poured out all his energy, and he wanted to kill Li Fuyao in this moment.

But in this moment, Li Fuyao took out the talisman from his waist without hesitation, and a sharp sword energy poured into it. The talisman exploded with a bang and countless sword energy shot out.

The sword energy is like a dragon, breaking through countless barriers of energy with a decisive posture and piercing into the old man's heart.

The old man suddenly spurted out blood and instantly the energy dissipated.

Some things are called accidental.

Li Fuyao's cultivation level in the Qingsi Realm is actually very difficult even if he wants to win. Without a hard battle, there is almost no chance of winning. However, after getting the talisman, he had already absorbed countless sword energy, and now he was released by Li Fuyao.

It would be strange if the old man could stop him.

It's all this sword.

The old man then took dozens of steps back.

Li Fuyao raised his sword and rushed forward, stabbing the old man with a sword.

At the same time, he was hit by a qi that the old man finally gathered. Li Fuyao's hand holding the sword trembled slightly, but he threw it forward until he pierced the old man's body.

The old man smiled dejectedly.

Li Fuyao stood in front of the old man, silent.

It would be easier for a monk from Taiqing Realm to die.

Li Fuyao pressed down the mouth of blood in his throat, and temporarily used a wisp of sword energy to dispel the qi in his meridians. He took a deep breath and stopped staying on the mountain road. He lifted his sword and rushed up the mountain.

There is also a monk here.
Chapter completed!