When Ye Shengge approached the inn, the scene was shocking.

The inn had been cut open by Li Fuyao with his sword, leaving only a wall standing in the desert. Before the ruins of the inn, Li Fuyao's blue shirt was covered in blood.

His whole face was covered in blood. He didn't look like a swordsman in the spring and autumn realm, but he looked like a beggar who was beaten up very badly in a battle in the city.

Li Fuyao was in a miserable situation, but Jiang Chuan didn't look very good either. His lower abdomen was cut by Mingyue's sword, leaving a deep wound, and the other side of his chest was cut by Li Fuyao's black hair. If he hadn't been in the realm of climbing the tower and having a deep realm, he would have died long ago.

But even though he was not dead, he was seriously injured.

Ye Shengge fell to Li Fuyao's side, looked at the guy's injuries, and asked in a low voice: "Have you taken out your fairy sword?"

Li Fuyao smiled bitterly. If it weren't for the battle situation before the Xunxian Sword, he would be afraid that he would be a corpse at this moment. At that time, he was using several swords to sweep towards Jiangchuan, and he was holding his black hair to wait for an opportunity to move. But for some reason, Jiangchuan quickly passed through the sword formation composed of long swords and came to him. When he was holding the sword, he was hit by a majestic aura and was about to lose his life. Fortunately, Xunxian Sword was swept out of his sleeve and forced Jiangchuan to retreat. Later, this Xunxian was there, so that Mingyue and Qingsi could seize the opportunity and give Jiangchuan two swords.

Li Fuyao gasped heavily and said shamelessly: "I really can't do it anymore, why don't you give it to you later?"

Ye Shengge did not make any special emotions, but said calmly: "I fought with the old Taoist priest and suffered a lot of injuries. If I want to kill him now, I am afraid I have to untie the talisman."

When Li Fuyao heard this, he grinned and said, "Since that's the case, I'll do it myself."

He held his hair and looked at Jiang Chuan standing in front of him.

But before Li Fuyao could do anything, the heavy rain that had been brewing for a long time finally came.

Raindrops as big as soybeans quickly fell on Li Fuyao's face. In just a moment, the heavy rain became heavier and heavier, and it was soon a magnificent scene. He turned his head and looked at Ye Shengge, who stood in the pouring rain with an umbrella, like rootless duckweed, which was really pitiful.

But what is even more pitiful is Li Fuyao's sorrow, whose sword energy cannot block the rain. In just a moment, Li Fuyao's hair was wet by the heavy rain and formed a ball behind his head.

Jiang Chuan took out a guqin from somewhere, and just stood in front of him. One of the top ten masters on the border was called Qin Mo. They all said that the method of killing was extremely cruel and was considered the most difficult one among the top ten masters. But in fact, the Qin Mo's piano skills were still taught by him, the devil.

When killing people with a piano, I think no one in the entire Buddha land can match him, the devil.

It is more suitable to kill people with a piano in heavy rain.

Jiang Chuan brushed the strings with one hand, and several invisible qi emerged instantly. In the rain, the qi just walked forward a few steps away and disappeared, so he didn't move forward.

Li Fuyao took a deep breath and began to run wildly in the pouring rain.

The bright moon grass gradually turned green and the tower was formed into a sword formation, and it wandered beside Li Fuyao, while Li Fuyao walked forward with his black hair.

Jiangchuan reached out to brush over the piano, the strings trembled slightly, and a sound sounded in the rain. Then, countless silk threads that could be seen by the naked eye but were not visible to each other. The rain curtain was cut into countless pieces by these countless silk threads, each of which was of different sizes, but seemed to be isolated from this world.

Under these countless silk threads, Li Fuyao had no choice but to avoid it, so the three swords of the tower gradually gradually turned green and the sky was met in the rain, and he cut off some silk threads, allowing Li Fuyao to pass by here.

After this contest, the distance between the two was greatly pulled in.

Li Fuyao narrowed his eyes slightly and looked at Jiang Chuan. He still handed out a sword. The vast sword energy tore the rain curtain apart, rolled up a large area of ​​rain, and left in agitation.

He used to play the piano before, but Li Fuyao responded at this moment.

A large area of ​​rain splashed like sword energy, but before it came to Jiangchuan, it was cut open by the aura stimulated by his playing piano again.

By the way, there was also a thread that cut across. Li Fuyao's sword might be a number of sharp things in this world, but at this moment, the sharpness of this thread is definitely no less than his sword.

This silk thread cuts across, and Xun Xian Sword slid down from his sleeve. Li Fuyao held the sword in his left hand and cuts the silk thread with one sword.

When the mottled sword of the sword body encountered this silk thread made of the Qi mechanism, sparks splashed everywhere, which had a unique meaning in the rain.

But after this time, Li Fuyao was about fifty steps near Jiangchuan. If there were a few more fights, I was afraid that he would be in front of him, and then he would be the bloody battle he had before.

Although Jiangchuan's realm is better than Li Fuyao, he would never think that his body can be compared with Li Fuyao. Li Fuyao's body has been tempered by sword energy and has long been much better than ordinary cultivators.

So when Li Fuyao approached him again, a majestic aura emerged, carrying countless auras towards Li Fuyao.

The rain is so strong that with these auras, countless majestic auras fall into the world, creating a scene that cannot be created by human power.

Li Fuyao opened his five fingers slightly, pulled some rain water in his hand, and after pulling it, a lifelike water sword emerged.

Immediately afterwards, the water sword passed through the rain curtain and brought countless rain water to condense on it. Then the water sword became bigger and bigger. When it approached Jiangchuan, the tip of the sword alone was as big as a head of Jiangchuan.

This water sword, the sword energy has broken down the countless qi arranged here, and it is a scene of birth and death.

Li Fuyao stepped forward and the heavy rain behind him stagnated, and countless auras poured into the rain sword.

Push hard.

The rivers brushed over the strings of the piano, and countless qi surged out to resist.

The sword and the energy are intertwined in a short space.

Jiang Chuan's strings were straight and looked as sharp as a knife.

The Xunxian Sword was immersed in the water sword, which added a bit of power.

The sword energy scattered everywhere.

It stirs up.

Li Fuyao took the opportunity to go forward and took a few more steps.

At this moment, the water sword had already landed in front of Jiang Chuan.

The majestic sword energy surged upwards, and he just stood stalemate with Jiangchuan for a moment, and then all collapsed.

Scattered into rain.

Jiang Chuan's face turned pale. With this water sword alone, he felt that Li Fuyao's Spring and Autumn Realm must be the strongest Spring and Autumn Realm in the world. He has lived in the Buddha land for a long time and is no longer very clear about the things on the other side of the mountains and rivers. When he saw this person, he didn't know his identity. He just knew that this person must be a swordsman cultivated by Jianshan to be like this.

The swordsman's killing power was just heard before, but now he has truly felt it.

It's really not very good.

But before he could come back to his senses, Li Fuyao had already pressed the hilt of the blue-silver sword with one hand. The water sword before was a sword, and at this moment, another sword was another sword.

Just two swords.

Li Fuyao looked at Jiang Chuan deeply, and the violent sword energy was displayed in this sword.

The sword light penetrated the rain curtain and fell on Jiang Chuan's chest.

Jiang Chuan reached out and held the black hair, and said coldly: "You really want to climb the tower?"

Li Fuyao didn't say anything. He tried this kind of thing with Ye Shengge in Qiufeng Town, but it was not considered his own killing and climbing the tower. In Jianshan before, he used that sword energy to kill Meng Jin, but it was not considered that he actually killed and climbing the tower alone.

But today, there is a chance.

Li Fuyao reached out and wiped the rain on his face, laughing, "Wei Chunzhi, senior, entered the morning and evening, and he climbed the tower at dusk. I am not as good as that senior, but I have to try it, can I climb the tower by spring and autumn!"

The only one who did this in the Spring and Autumn Period was Chao Fengchen in Baiyu Town. He killed the Confucian monk Chen Fu in Baiyu Town with the Spring and Autumn realm.

Apart from that, no one else made it.

After the Spring and Autumn Period, he must have climbed the tower. This time, it must be Li Fuyao.

Jiang Chuan held down the sword body of the green silk, regardless of his blood flowing, just held it tightly.

Li Fuyao let go of the blue-haired sword, and the tall building had already fallen into his hand. He just handed it out with a sword, but it still failed to pierce Jiangchuan.

Neither sword has made a substantial breakthrough until the third sword.

The grass gradually turned green and passed through the rain. After only a moment, it had fallen to Jiang Chuan's chest, and with a sniff, it directly penetrated Jiang Chuan's chest.

Then immediately afterwards, the Mingyue Sword fell on Jiang Chuan's chest.

This sword had already been waiting for an opportunity to move, and the sword was drawn at this moment, which was the last blow.

The bright moon entered the body, and the Lingfu in Jiangchuan was already in chaos. Countless qi flowed around, but the meridians were already blocked.

He opened his mouth with difficulty, but his hands began to hang down weakly.

The tall building sword then sank into his chest.

These three swords were nailed to Jiang Chuan's chest.

Li Fuyao's blue-haired sword also returned to his hands. Li Fuyao silently said that I had a sword, and then handed it out.

All four swords fell on Jiang Chuan's chest.

In the pouring rain, four swords completely killed Jiangchuan here.

Li Fuyao pulled back his hair, and used a sword to pestle the ground, spitting out a large mouthful of blood.

Just stand up but not fall.

Ye Shengge, who was standing in the distance, was walking slowly with an umbrella. The heavy rain had already soaked her shoes and socks, but she didn't feel cold at all.

Looking at the young man in blue shirt in the distance, he felt a little inexplicably.

After coming to Li Fuyao and putting the umbrella above Li Fuyao's head, he whispered: "It's pretty good."

Li Fuyao did not speak.

Because he had already fainted at this moment.

Ye Shengge shook his head and reached out to brush the swords. The bright moon and the tall building were gradually greening and the fairy-seeking sword returned to where they should. Ye Shengge skillfully opened Li Fuyao's mouth, stuffed some pills into him, and then carried this young man who was destined to have an extraordinary life and slowly walked towards Juyu City.

While walking, she was actually thinking that in Juyu City, anyone who wanted Li Fuyao's life would be killed.

Killing them all is not a big deal.

So in the heavy rain, a woman in a white dress was carrying a man in a blue shirt covered in blood, and she walked slowly with an umbrella.

But after a few moments, the woman in the white dress was covered with blood, and even blood dripped to the ground, and there were some blood stains on her face at some time.
Chapter completed!