The ancient inkstone is shocked by the help of the rain!

A long river like Mo was used as a barrier for the old Confucian scholars, which left Li Fuyao's blue-haired sword with no choice. After stabbing into Mohe, he could no longer move. Therefore, when Sword Shijiu appeared in his hand.

Li Fuyao swung his sword without hesitation.

It was also a powerful sword energy that attacked the old Confucian scholars.

But the square inkstone moved slightly downward at this moment, and stood in front of Li Fuyao without any bias. Jian Shijiu swung out and just happened to chop on the square inkstone.

A bang!

Li Fuyaohu felt a huge force coming from his mouth, and Jian Shijiu almost broke out, but a crack appeared on the inkstone.

After the Mohe paused, Li Fuyao pulled out the black hair, and the sword nineteen stabbed it out with one sword, and the black hair followed behind him. These were two swords.

No book in the world has ever written about how to deal with it if a swordsman holds two swords, because there is no sword in this world who has one hand or one sword.

In just a short period of time, the old Confucian scholar had retreated far away, his sleeves were swaying, but he seemed a little embarrassed in the rain.

In addition to being able to make a cultivator in Taiqing Realm suffer such a big loss in such a short period of time, in addition to being attributed to Li Fuyao's identity as a swordsman, it is also inseparable from his two swords.

The old scholar stood still in the rain and said in a deep voice: "Even if a sword immortal killed a great demon for the human race, this mountain and river are not the place where you swordsmen are rampant!"

Li Fuyao was speechless, just staring at the old scholar. After a moment, he sneered and asked, "So, if you didn't kill the big demon at the sword fairy, the old man wouldn't even be interested in talking to me?"

The old scholar did not speak, but just held one hand behind him and raised the other hand up. The inkstone was above his head. Mohe did not continue to appear, probably because he was hit by Li Fuyao's sword.

On the other end of the battlefield, Chang Lin could not have been the opponent of the Wuning Mansion Lord, but Xie Huaiyin had a big battle first, which exhausted his spiritual mansion's energy.

Now he has encountered Chang Lin, who is desperate for life. During this period, Chang Lin is a completely life-threatening fight, which actually prevents Xie Huaiyin from emitting a new ray of energy in the Ling Mansion, which makes Xie Huaiyin feel very surprised.

Killing people is just a matter of pointing out the ground, just how to kill and who to kill them is quite serious.

Xie Huaiyin refused to let Chang Lin approach with that silver spear. During this period, Chang Lin even had the idea of ​​replacing injuries with injuries several times, but they were discovered by Xie Huaiyin.

And successfully resolved.

Xie Huaiyin is not afraid of any famous master in the world who has been famous for a long time, but he is afraid of such a desperate person as Chang Lin. The former still has something to ask for, and even if he wants to distinguish between the superiors and inferiors, it will not be too terrifying. However, the latter is determined to die, and even willing to exchange his own life for it. Who can bear it?

Moreover, Xie Huaiyin is not the Xie Huaiyin in the prosperous state. There is a big difference between these two Xie Huaiyin.

Chang Lin swept out his sword, leaving several sword marks on the wall, but he never got close to him. Xie Huaiyin covered himself with a silver spear, and Chang Lin's sword could not be stabbed in.

This made Chang Lin, who had the mentality of killing Xie Huaiyin, feel really irritated.

Li Fuyao hung nineteen on his waist, holding only his black hair, looking at the old scholar not far away, with a plain expression. Along the way, he had killed three Taiqing cultivators.

Li Fuyao said helplessly: "Chang Lin, you told me before that you must survive."

Chang Lin swept across the sword, and the sword energy forced Xie Huaiyin to retreat, and then he said in a deep voice: "Uncle Master, these words must be counted after I take revenge."

Li Fuyao thought to himself that it was true.

The battle between Wen Bailou and the old Confucian scholars is coming to an end. Xie Huaiyin and Li An are very expensive in the battle, but Wen Bailou and Jiang Feng are not like this. Jiang Feng is really much worse than Wen Bailou.

In the end, he lost his energy. Therefore, even if Wen Bailou is not in its prime, it is actually not much different.

After a halberd swept across the old Confucian scholar and hit the old Confucian scholar in the chest, the old Confucian scholar coughed up blood in big mouths, and he had already failed.

Therefore, after half a stick of incense, Li Fuyao didn't find anything strange about the old scholar's chest when the escalator was waiting for the warm white floor.

Wen Bailou, who had been dismounted, walked under the eaves and stood side by side with Li Fuyao who had come here before.

Wen Bailou glanced at Xie Huaiyin and said in confusion: "Xie Huaiyin is already at the end of his strength, why didn't he take action to kill him?"

Li Fuyao shook his head, "Just like General Wen insisting on killing Jiang Feng, Chang Lin wanted to kill Xie Huaiyin, and no one was allowed to interfere."

Wen Bailou smiled and said, "You have to do it yourself to make it easy. If someone helps you, it will be a big deal."

"That kid is afraid that his chances of winning are not very good."

Li Fuyao whispered: "The most appropriate way is to practice your skills before you can talk about revenge, but if you can't wait, what can you do?"

Wen Bailou looked up at the rain that was getting smaller and light, with a dull expression.

Li Fuyao asked on his own initiative: "Where will General Wen go if he has something to do here?"

Wen Bailou smiled heartily and said, "I have to take revenge and I have no knot anymore. Then I will naturally travel around the world. If I have the chance, what if you and I travel together?"

Li Fuyao nodded with a smile and continued, "Don't you miss the battlefield?"

Wen Bailou shook his head and said, "The homeland is gone, and I don't feel like I used to lead the army to fight again. So I'll just take a walk and take a look."

It seemed that he didn't expect Wen Bailou to say such a thing. Li Fuyao couldn't say something, but he laughed it off.

Wen Bailou looked into the distance and whispered: "The State of Chu is gone, but I always feel that in this mountain and river, there will always be another country with Chu as its national name in the future, and maybe it will be a dynasty."

Li Fuyao nodded and said, "Things in the world are unpredictable, no one can tell."

While the two of them were talking, Chang Lin, on the other side of Xie Huaiyin, finally caused Xie Huaiyin's lower abdomen to bleeding.

With a sword, Xie Huaiyin was so crazy that he cut open the lower abdomen of the No. 1 man in the Beihai River and Lake.

Li Fuyao sighed, probably Chang Lin’s only advantage was that he would spare his life.

He and Wen Bailou were chatting under the eaves, but in fact they still focused on the other side. If Chang Lin was accidentally stabbed to death by Wen Bailou, he would be really sorry to Mr. Chao.

Wen Bailou glanced at Wuning Mansion and asked with a smile: "I really don't want that secret book?"

Li Fuyao nodded and said, "I am a sword practitioner, and I am interested in it. I am also a swordsman, such as the sword scriptures, and I don't like the secrets of martial arts."

When Li Fuyao said this, he smiled a little embarrassedly.

Although Wen Bailou has not known Li Fuyao for a long time, he has actually understood Li Fuyao's ideas. He just smiled at this and then stopped talking about it.

In the State of Chu, Wen Bailou became famous at a young age and became an important minister in the temple. He was surrounded by some mainstays in the temples of Chu, but not many people could make Wen Bailou look at it.

It’s not that he is above the top, but that there are not many people who have a temper.

While Wen Bailou was losing his mind, Xie Huaiyin and Chang Lin were finally coming to an end.

While Chang Lin was stabbed into the chest by a silver spear, he cut Xie Huaiyin's throat with one sword.

Blood gushed out and mixed with the rain.

Changlin fell backwards.

Both fell to the ground almost at the same time.

The silver spear did not stab the center of the body, but the iron sword slashed the throat.

The heavy rain stopped.

Xie Huaiyin has no hope of living anymore.

Li Fuyao walked over with an umbrella, pulled out the silver spear, and stuffed a pill into Chang Lin's mouth.

Of course it is not the holy pill, but the pill given by Gu Yuan before.

When he was on the border of Chen State, he was almost killed by the blue-shirted Confucian scholar. When he was seriously injured, Gu Yuan gave him a lot of elixirs. Those elixirs were products of the academy and naturally they were not ordinary. Even if they were not as good as the holy elixir, they were much better than the secular herbs.

After feeding the pills and feeling Chang Lin's vitality, Li Fuyao carried him on his back and walked towards the inn.

Wen Bailou leads his horse and walks slowly.

Three Taiqing Realms died tonight. In a secular world, it was originally a shocking thing, even if this place was Ningfu City.

This matter is settled. Before approaching the restaurant, Wen Bailou disappeared on the long street. His outfit was extremely conspicuous. Fortunately, it was at night. If it were during the day, I wonder how many people would stare at it.

When he walked into the restaurant, Yu Fu quickly poked his head out of the room and saw Li Fuyao covered in blood. He was a little surprised, but he still covered his mouth and didn't shout it out.

Li Fuyao changed Chang Lin's clothes and then bandaged him.

After thinking about it, I stuffed a few pills into Chang Lin's mouth.

Yu Fu leaned against the door and asked softly: "Young Master, do you want to take a shower?"

Li Fuyao glanced at Yu Fu strangely, and finally shook his head.

Yu Fu was a little resentful, "I won't eat you, my husband, why is the young master so afraid of me?"

Li Fuyao rubbed his cheeks, and his head became bigger and actually turned red.

Yu Fu covered her mouth and chuckled, and finally left slowly.

When she walked back to the room, Yu Fu lay on the bed. In fact, she knew something was impossible. Even if she was willing to recommend herself to the pillow and mattress, she would be willing to follow Li Fuyao without any reason.

Li Fuyao would most likely not accept it.

She knew that the young master was not that kind of person!

In this case, it is a blessing that I can't ask for more than one more day by one.

In the early morning of the next morning, the genius was dawn, and groups of Wuning Mansion disciples began to appear in the entire Ningfu City, wandering around the streets, with everyone's expressions of grief and anger on their faces.

Regarding the murder of the Wuning Mansion Lord Xie Huaiyin, there will be no more than ten people in Ningfu City who know the news.

The Wei Mansion was extremely quiet today. Wei Xian, the Beihai River and Lake master who was rumored to have been killed by Xie Huaiyin, stood in the yard and looked at the horizon.

The head of the Wei family, Wei Yingchun, stood aside and smiled and said, "Now Xie Huaiyin is dead, Xian'er can ascend to the high position."

Wei Xian shook his head, "What's the point of being the best in the world?"

Wei Yingchun frowned, "What did the fairy plan?"
To be continued...