The woman playing the piano looked at Guo Hui strangely.
From any angle, he shouldn't be here.
Jiangeshan had already said hello to Zhao Zhiqing, and after taking the opportunity to kidnap Chen Liuyao, everyone sat down and divided the points.
Therefore, the deputy head of Jiange Mountain seized the opportunity to drag down Zen Master Foyu and let the arrogant Jiang Huchen test how deep the water in Zuichunlou was.
It can be said that Zhao Zhiqing, Jiangeshan, and Tongquetai had a tacit understanding, but it was disrupted by Shen Li, and Tongquetai was in bad luck.
The middle-aged swordsman was fully on guard. Guo Hui gave him the illusion of a savage beast and had goosebumps all over his body.
As for the three people who hurriedly arrived, their eyes shifted back and forth between Chen Liuyao and Guo Hui.
The strength of the Insect Catching Division of Nanwu alone is not comparable to that of Jiange Mountain in Western Shu. However, the Insect Catching Division can call on Buddhist masters to assist, so Jiange Mountain will be stretched thin.
Guo Hui muttered in a low voice: "After fighting three million jade dragons, the scales and broken armor will fly all over the sky... After fighting three million jade dragons, the brat will be so crazy that there is no limit to it."
He took a few steps back for no reason.
The middle-aged swordsman and the three people were suddenly shocked.
Shen Li stood on the wall of the street and slashed with his sword.
It seems that it is really possible to defeat the Jade Dragon Three Million with one sword.
The will of the sword is like an indomitable green bamboo, or like a mountain that has been hit by wind, rain, thunder and lightning for countless years. No matter how windy and rainy, snow-laden and frost-ridden, my strong will is always there, and I will never look back!
Move forward bravely without hesitation.
When the woman playing the harp in the lake saw this sword, she immediately stopped playing the harp and drew the Xihu Furong Sword again, her eyes in a daze.
She had seen the sword that killed Jiang Huchen, and asked herself, if that sword was aimed at her, she would definitely die, and there would be absolutely no other way to escape!
Fortunately, this person only has that sword. Even though this sword is as otherworldly and not like a human sword, there are still ways to deal with it.
The middle-aged swordsman who had personally experienced this sword jumped into the lake without even thinking about it, and immediately moved away. Looking at his embarrassed appearance, he seemed to be hiding as far away as possible.
The remaining three people did not react so quickly and took the sword forcefully.
Even if they were all fifth-level masters, they were like chickens and ducks waiting to be slaughtered under Shen Lijian. In the blink of an eye, the three good heads fell to the ground together, their bodies fell, and hot blood flowed all over the stone bricks. The gap.
Guo Hui looked at the woman playing the piano as if facing a formidable enemy, and laughed: "The new generation of Furong Mountain Guests are not very lethal, but they are good at intrigues. You are the only one here in Jiange Mountain? I am not afraid of your death, even the wandering soul None left?”
The Furong mountain guest threw out his harp, and it seemed as if a pair of invisible hands were playing it. The song was called "Xihu Furong". It was precisely the melody that came first, and then the sword.
"Since I took over the title of Furong Mountain Guest, I have extremely hoped to imitate my mentor and kill third- and fourth-grade warriors. I think I can try my best today."
Guo Hui laughed loudly and pointed at Shen Li: "You are far from crazy compared to that brat."
Then he said again.
"You brat, leave Chen Liuyao to me, do you dare to snatch her Xihu Hibiscus?"
The young man grabbed Chen Liuyao and jumped off the wall, smiling playfully: "Kuan is like having a stone. I have eight buckets for you. You have one bucket. Since ancient times, the world has shared one bucket."
"Okay! What I like most is your boy's arrogance from the bottom of his heart!"
Shen Li settled on the lake, lazily wearing a low-quality disguise mask and discarding it casually.
No nonsense at all.
Raise your sword.
Facing the murderous intention woven all over the lake by the sound of the piano, he approached the Furong Mountain Guest with a free and easy step.
Four water hibiscus rose from the bottom of the lake, just like the previous two, in every detail.
She has not been a talkative person since she was a child. She narrowed her eyes and sneered, and slashed at Shen Li with her sword.
Furong Mountain Guest's sword does not emphasize swordsmanship, but the young man's sword emphasizes swordsmanship.
There's not even a hint of bells and whistles.
The two swords clashed head-on with each other.
A clear distinction between superior and inferior.
One of the four water hibiscus exploded immediately.
She flew backwards several feet, the hand holding the sword trembling slightly.
For the first time, I saw that the strength of a fourth-grade swordsman was so powerful that it could be called terrifying.
That young man cannot simply be called a sword fairy, he should be a dragon elephant walking in the world.
The lake is filled with murderous intent, changing rapidly.
A water hibiscus exploded by itself, and the lake water turned over like an earth dragon.
Shen Li gave up the idea of taking advantage of this opportunity to pursue him, tapped his toes on the lake surface, and used his strength to rise into the sky.
Immediately, the lake water completely surged, turning into water swords one after another, chasing the young man.
At a rough glance, there are not only one thousand but also eight hundred water swords.
Shen Li adjusted his posture, head down, and straightened his right arm holding the sword, as if a meteor from the sky was hitting the dense water sword.
There was just one loud bang, and it didn't end. The sounds continued one after another, like firecrackers set off in the streets during the Spring Festival.
The young man seemed to have turned himself into a sharp sword, charging into the battle, smashing the water sword and smashing it into the lake. When he rushed out of the lake, the murderous intent in the lake disappeared. Only the mist after the water vapor evaporated clung to the lake surface, carrying... It sinks, carries and floats, which is quite magical.
This is the benefit of being born with a Vajra Body. The body’s defense is comparable to that of the Buddhist Vajra Arhat.
Furong Mountain Guest suddenly felt her heart slow down. Such an unexpected killing move was so arrogant and unreasonable for the young man to break it. She didn't expect it at all. She thought that even if she couldn't do anything to him, it would be great to add some injuries. .
Shen Li, who was soaked all over, took a few long breaths, turned his sword sideways, and slashed at her in the blink of an eye.
The sword energy is majestic and the sword intention reaches the sky.
It's not like he was hit hard by Jiang Huchen just now, but he seems to be a different person.
The ancient Qin was lying in front of Furong Mountain Guest, and the Xihu Furong Sword was leaning beside the Qin. She gathered her mind and played the sword music "Xihu Furong" herself.
The phonology is elegant and melodious at first.
As Shen Li approaches.
Immediately, I was filled with great emotions, just like mountain waterfalls and heavy snow falling on mountains and rivers.
The Xihu Furong Sword trembled continuously. When Shen Li's sword energy approached, it suddenly flew up and slashed in the air, smashing the sword energy into pieces, and then stabbed Shen Li with lightning and flint.
Use the harp to control the sword.
The young man chuckled freely and casually. His method was really clever. He lived up to the name of Furong Mountain Guest. He let go of his hand and used his breath to temporarily control the long sword to go straight. He then bullied the Xihu Furong Sword and pounded the sword with both fists. If you use the harp to control the sword, then the harp and the sword must be one. Attacking the sword means attacking the harp at the same time.
Sure enough, the sound of the piano stopped.
He grabbed Xihu Furong with his backhand and refused to let go no matter how hard he tried to break free.
The ghostly figure catches up with his sharp long sword.
He slashed hard at Furong Mountain Guest's neck.
She used her guqin to block the long sword, not caring whether the guqin could withstand it, and hurriedly retreated. Furongshanke knew very well that if she was too late to escape, it would not be Zhang Qin's fault, and her life would depend on it.
The remaining two water hibiscus exploded into pieces.
Furong Mountain Guest opened his mouth and spat out blood. Looking at the guqin that was cut in half by Shen Li, he trembled with distress.
The guqin was given to her by her mentor before she died, which is also a clear proof that the name Furong Mountain Guest was passed on to her. The guqin and the sword are integrated. If you want to wield a sword at the fourth-grade Vajra realm, you must play the song "Xihu Furong" on this guqin. .
The teacher once said that when he got a treasure by chance, he asked a swordsmith in Sichuan to forge a sword and a harp. The sword can be separated from the harp, but the harp can never be separated from the sword. A harp without a sword is like water without roots and a harp without soil. Wood.
Furong Mountain Guest was completely confused.
Shen Li ended it with a cool and elegant sword. Everyone in the world knew that the swordsman was weak, so for a weirdo like a swordsman and a martial artist like Young Lang to stay close to him, he would not die but would be disabled.
Guo Hui, who was watching the play, smiled and said to Chen Liuyao: "Fu Rongzi, who was on the chessboard at the foot of Jiange Mountain, died too lightly."
Chen Liuyao didn't seem to hear, and kept his dumbfounded expression. The fight between Shen Li and Furong Mountain Guest was a spectacle, like a fairy tale.
Just as Shen Li was about to return to the shore, a human face suddenly appeared under the lake.
And it was the middle-aged swordsman who seemed to have escaped.
The long knife broke the water and slashed at the young man who stubbornly activated his energy regardless of his injury.
