Jiang Feng, who was playing the piano opposite, had his fingers on the piano and bloodshot.

Wen Bailou and him walked on the path of cultivation almost at the same time, but this person who had been in military service for more than ten years was used to life and death. When he walked on that path, he might not be much faster than Jiang Feng, but in fact, he always had to win.

Wen Bailou was the first in the world to lead the army to dig the formation, but now he is a monk, it is not necessarily a bad idea.

After the crescent moon on the eptuagint hooked several silver lines, the blue veins on Wen Bailou's arm were exposed, but instead of falling backwards, he gritted his teeth and ran forward. As he strides forward, a string of footprints of varying depths were left on the long street.

What is an unparalleled warrior?

Wen Bailou deserves such a name.

When he approached Jiang Feng again, Wen Bailou waved his halberd and smashed it down.

Wei Xian smiled bitterly and said, "Go back to sleep."

Wei Yingchun was stunned, then understood what his son meant, sighed, turned around and walked towards the yard.

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When Chang Lin drew his sword and pointed the sword at the Lord of Wuning Mansion, Li Fuyao had already held the black hair in his hand in the distance, but he was still holding the sword in one hand and the umbrella in the other.

In the heavy rain, the old scholar looked at the young man in green clothes standing in the distance with his sword. When he brushed his sleeves, there was a storm.

Li Fuyao held his black hair tightly, cut through the rain curtain with a sword, and then quietly looked at the old scholar.

The first test of the two ended here.

Li Fuyao did not show much, even the old Confucian scholar, and did not show his true cultivation level. But since Xie Huaiyin was going to shout "Mr.", it was obviously not too bad.

Moreover, Li Fuyao could have completely distinguished himself before, that he was a Confucian monk in Taiqing realm.

If that's the case, what about magic tools?

Fighting between monks of the three religions is not considered ordinary wild cultivators, and magic weapons are crucial. For example, the Taiqing cultivator who Li Fuyao killed in Xiaoyilou before had a map of mountains and rivers. What would this old Confucian scholar be?

Just as Li Fuyao was thinking, the old Confucian scholar's big sleeves and a simple inkstone had already arrived.

As he lifted up with one hand, countless rain water was sucked into it.

Li Fuyao felt the majestic aura, and without hesitation, he threw away the oil paper umbrella and raised his sword to sweep forward.

The old Confucian scholar had a profound level of self-control, and felt that Li Fuyao was just a wild cultivator. He didn't care at first, until the rain was like a sword and dripped between his eyebrows.

But it was too late, and Li Fuyao had already arrived with his sword.

The sword energy is turbulent and the sword intent is thriving.

At this moment, all the rainwater absorbed in the inkstone turned into ink rain and flowed out, creating a river like ink in front of Li Fuyao.

The sword pierced into Mohe as if it encountered resistance.

It's hard to move forward any further.

Li Fuyao frowned, and the sword energy in Lingfu was magnificent.

It pours in like the Milky Way of the Nine Heavens, with a majestic momentum and unstoppable.

The old Confucian scholar was finally a little shocked. He looked at Li Fuyao and said frightenedly: "Are you a swordsman?!"

Li Fuyao remained silent, and the blue-wire sword was hard to move in Mohe, but there was still a nineteenth sword in the sword box behind him.

Although Li Fuyao deliberately favored one and the other when raising swords these days, Jian Shijiu was spiritual after all, and he chose Li Fuyao as he took the initiative to choose. Therefore, with a loud sound of swords, Jian Shijiu was unsheathed!

It fell on Li Fuyao's other hand.

Who has ever seen a swordsman in this world with a sword in his left hand and a sword in his right hand?
Chapter completed!