Chapter 83

After walking around the bamboo house, he saw a blue stone path leading to the distance. Li Fuyao looked slightly chilly. Walking along the blue stone path, he felt a sharp chill. Although he also felt it was a sword spirit, the sword spirit was even colder than before. It was more like a gust of cold wind with a little bitterness.

In fact, the countless broken swords under the cliff of Jian mountain are the same as the sword tomb. However, most of the broken swords at the foot of the cliff were broken by the monks of the demon clan. Some resentment and uneasiness were on the body of the sword. After falling down the cliff, they were gathered here by the man in grey robe. Over time, a forest of swords was formed. Although there was no sword spirit in front of the bamboo house, walking among them had a great impact on the heart of the sword. Even those who were not determined might also have a strong will Will die here.

Li Fuyao walked slowly along the blue stone path. With each step, he held the wooden sword in his hand, which increased his strength. When he could see that many swords were inserted near the bluestone path, Li Fuyao stopped.

Now all the fog in front of his eyes had been dispersed, and what came into his sight was a long sword with no sword tip or handle, or a long sword without any defect but with rust on both sides of the bluestone path.

There were two smells in the air, one cold, the other rotten.

Most of these swords have been in existence for thousands of years. They were left from the war in those years. The fact that they can still be left can prove how extraordinary they are. However, during this period, there are still countless swords decayed due to the erosion of years. Therefore, it is not surprising that the air is full of rotten taste.

But when Li Fuyao really stepped into the sword forest, he began to find that the cold air began to invade his blood channels from his pores.

Li Fuyao endured those chills. Now he even misses the hot pot in white fish town. If he could eat some at the moment, he would be very helpful to resist the cold. Even if it didn't, he would feel better psychologically.

After several steps, he finally saw a long sword with almost no rust on its body. Li Fuyao thought about it and held out his hand, but before touching the handle, Li Fuyao clearly felt a kind of resistance, which forced him to give up.

Choosing a sword is a matter of love and will. Even if there is some estrangement, it will not show such resistance before it is encountered.

Li Fuyao wanted to see what was at the end of the forest of swords. However, with the present situation, he would be more chilly at the end of the forest. He didn't know whether he could go to the end of the forest and see all the swords.

The choice of sword needs to follow the fate.

It's just that the word "Yuan" is hard to say.

Li Fuyao is just a young swordsman in the second stage of swordsman's life. He can only get rid of the cold air a little bit, but not as fast as those cold air invading.

Some helpless Li Fuyao could only quicken his pace, hoping to select a sword and take it out in a short time. But then he tried to hold several long swords one after another. None of them could not resist. Some swords even wanted to invade Li Fuyao's channels with all the remaining sword Qi and let him die here.

These swords have been here for a long time, and have already produced a lot of bad emotions.

Li Fuyao quickened his pace. This time, he stopped in front of the no longer sword. It was thrown in by the man in grey robe, which seemed to be out of place. After seeing Li Fuyao, he turned his sword body and seemed unwilling to see him. Li Fuyao asked carefully, "brother sword, or you?"

Bu Fu Jian was not moved, and even went some distance inside. He didn't want to be held by Li Fuyao.

Li Fuyao was melancholy.

He looked at the depth of the forest where he could not see the end. He gritted his teeth and walked several steps ahead.

This time, when you look at it, you can see that there is no complete sword.

Li Fuyao sighed and felt the more chilly. He did not want to move forward easily. After sitting down, he recited Chen Shengjiao's pithy formula several times. Then he closed his eyes and ran his internal Qi machine to dispel the cold in his body.

Up to now, Li Fuyao has some grudges. Although the world of this swordsman is big, I only have one sword attitude. If he has some Taoist or Confucian magic weapons on his body and can protect himself, there is no need to be afraid of the so-called cold air. However, since he has embarked on the road of swordsman, there is no reason to complain about anything.

After half a column of incense, Li Fuyao, who felt better, went back to the road. This time, he walked dozens of steps before stopping.

This time in front of him were some daggers. Li Fuyao is a little disappointed when he thinks of the fish hidden in Uncle Xi's waist. In fact, he doesn't like dagger very much.

So after looking at it for a few times, I continued to move on. It seems that I can't find a suitable sword in the end.

At the beginning of the blue stone path, the man in grey and the woman in white stand side by side, standing in the same place. The man in grey is silent, while the woman in White says in a deep voice: "he has already passed half way, and then go forward. Those evil swords you deliberately put in the last place should not be suitable for him."The man in grey robe looked the same. After a few steps, he came to the stream and said quietly, "everything depends on fate. Maybe some evil swords will let him take away when they see him. Besides, there may be accidents in the last swords besides those I threw in the past."

The woman in white frowned. "It was not easy for me to see a young man practicing swords. He looked like those young people who had seen on Jianshan mountain. If you let him die here, I would not agree."

The man in grey robe shook his head and did not make any commitment. He just said with a calm smile, "who knows?"

The woman in white pulled her mouth and exclaimed, "do you remember that when Liuxiang was just a poor man with a sword, he tied you with a pig's large intestine and roasted it on the fire. At that time, you had a lot of fishy smell on your body. I don't know how long before it gradually dissipated. I don't want you to live in my scabbard."

He was exposed, but he was one of the people who had experienced the incident. Everything he said was well founded. Even if Liuxiang was still alive, there was no way to refute it. However, for the man in grey robe, it was definitely one of the things he didn't want to recall. Now, when he was mentioned, he was helpless, "how can you talk about these old things I would not have taken him out of that sword. Before I went in, I had made it very clear that he had chosen the way. If he died, could he blame me

The woman in white snorted, "who is not good at learning from you? You have to learn from that guy in Liuxiang. You look at the world with your head down. Do you know that you are at the bottom of the cliff now, not on the mountain!"

The man in grey robe didn't agree. He just walked back to the bamboo house alone. He was not willing to reason with the woman. After all, it didn't make sense. In fact, it was the same with the Sword Fairy Liuxiang. After all, it didn't make sense with a woman in his life. After all, it didn't make sense. In terms of sword, it was excellent.

The sword of Liuxiang was originally a sword that would not stop when it was out of its scabbard. According to his unparalleled sword spirit, few people dare to reason with him. Now, the man in grey robe who has learned LiuXiang's temperament is exactly that sword.

At Li Fuyao's side, he finally stopped at a distance of dozens of steps away from the end. Now there are many swords in front of him. However, he did not look at the long swords with bright body, but looked at a long sword with rust.

The reason is simple, because he saw that the rusty sword was almost a Zhang away from those bright swords.

It's like being isolated and out of group. It's like being rejected by those swords.

In any case, the final result is that the sword is completely isolated.

Li Fuyao was silent for a long time. He thought of the time when he was sent to white fish town on that winter night when he was struggling to survive. He suddenly asked, "how are we doing together?"

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