Chapter 309

When he opened his eyes again, he saw a dry cave in his eyes.

It was so dark that Li Fuyao, a swordsman in the green silk realm, could only see the scene about a foot in front of him.

Li Fuyao reached out and picked up a piece of white stick beside him. He smeared it with tung oil he had carried before. After lighting it, he could see that the white stick in his hand was not a stick, but a white bone. There was a white bone beside Li Fuyao. It seems that this piece of white stick in his hand should be his thigh bone.

Li Fuyao didn't look around in a hurry. Instead, he squatted down and looked at it. There was a long sword with scabbard in the white bone.

There are a few words not far away from the sword. I feel strong and powerful when I look at it, but I can't hide my grief and indignation. "How noble is the sword? I don't know. I hate that I stop here!"

The sentence is enough to show helplessness and indignation.

Li Fuyao thought that he must be a Kendo master, but why did he die here?

After reading this line, I think it was to carve a sentence with a sword. Li Fuyao wanted to reach out for the long sword with scabbard, but his hand just stretched out. Before touching the sword, he felt a chill eroding his palm.

Li Fu frowned and took back his hand, thinking that even the original light snow was not so. What was the sword made of?

Monks of the three religions also have a lot of requirements for their own magic weapons. Whether they are writing, writing, paper and inkstone, or other things, they should communicate with their own hearts. Although swordsmen use swords, they also have to see whether they are in line with their wishes.

There are so many sword scriptures and so many sword techniques in the world. Naturally, everyone's swordsmanship is different. In this case, some people like cold and others like heat. Therefore, when casting swords, they need special materials to match their own wishes.

Li Fuyao once heard that there were cold irons overseas, so he could cast his sword with it. In the hot summer, the body of the sword could produce a layer of frost.

I think the sword on this white bone is like this.

Li Fuyao forced the cold air out of his palm with his sword spirit. He gave up the idea of picking up the sword. He stood up and took the white bone in his hand. After thinking about it, he picked up another bone and pinned it to his waist.

Using white bone as a torch, Li Fuyao looked behind him with the help of the fire light. He could only see a stone wall, which was smooth.

It should still be the bottom of the river, but it should be a cave separated out.

Li Fuyao took out the green silk from his waist and handed it out with a sword, leaving only a string of sparks on the stone wall. In addition, he could not even leave a sword mark.

The green silk sword is not a mortal thing. He is also a swordsman in the green silk realm. When they add up, they can't even leave a sword mark. Li Fuyao understands why the Kendo master died here.

After adjusting his mind and returning his sword to his sheath, Li Fuyao walked to the side of the cave. Under the light of the fire, he could see the mottled sword marks on the stone wall.

Li Fu frowned, drew his sword and tried to pass it out again.

The same as the previous stone wall, or left a string of Mars, except for this, nothing left.

Li Fuyao smiles bitterly. The swordsman who can leave a sword mark on it will be in the twilight?

Li Fuyao looked down at the bones in his waist and whispered, "master, don't blame me."

Walking along the road, Li Fuyao walked slowly. He was afraid that there was a mechanism in the cave. If so, he might not die so easily.

A thousand arrows pierce the heart, or are they cut to pieces by many axes?

Li Fuyao took the bone out of his waist and slowly explored it to the ground. I don't know how careful he is.

After walking a short way, Li Fuyao saw on the wall by the light of the fire a few big characters like a silver hook and iron painting: "swordsmen of our generation have a sword spirit of 90000 Li!"

The sword still exists!

Li Fuyao took a look at it and found that his eyes were stinging and had to move away from his eyes.

As time goes by, the strength and weakness of the things left by our predecessors will vary. For example, the line Li Fuyao saw in Wanbao Pavilion of the state of Chen is still impressive, but Mr. Wang Fugui, who left the handwriting, has no intention of hurting people.

The master of these words didn't think that he wanted to hurt people, but the sword spirit was too strong. After writing, the sword spirit overflowed and remained for a long time.

Li Fuyao laughed bitterly. Before, he thought that he should be a swordsman in the twilight realm if he could leave a sword mark in the cave. But now when he looks at these words, he feels that he should be in the spring and Autumn period.

After standing here for a moment, Li Fuyao really felt that if the elder was still alive, he should be a swordsman who was not inferior to Chao Qingqiu.

So I feel more guilty.

Sighed and went on.

At the end of the road is a stone ladder.

Li Fuyao walked down the stone ladder and went around for a long time.

The front is suddenly open.

It's no longer a dark scene. There's light.

Li Fuyao extinguishes the white bone, then slowly moves forward, hands on the green silk, waiting for the sword.There are pills in my mouth.

All his belongings were on him except the sword nineteen and the sword case.

Li Fuyao suddenly remembered that he did not have the big red lantern of his old ancestor Xu Ji?

What a muddle.

Li Fuyao walked forward. Looking up, he saw that the front was flat and spacious. There was an ancient stone gate in the front.

There is a stone statue in front of the stone gate. There is a long sword hanging from his waist. One hand is holding the sword, and the other hand is carrying it behind him. When I look closer, the corner of his mouth seems to be smiling.

Sword eyebrow star eye, looking at the front, overlooking the mountains and rivers!

Li Fuyao's eyes move to the stone gate, which has a line of characters on both sides.

"The sword immortals in the world are like stars."

"Only I am the bright moon!"

If the line in front of the white bone I saw at the beginning was a lament for the high level of Kendo and the failure to go too far, while the later line was self-confidence.

What you show is the unabashed conceit!

How high is one's cultivation of Kendo to say such a thing?

Now, Chao Qingqiu, the only sword immortal in the mountains and rivers, can't say such words.

It's not because Chao Qingqiu's swordsmanship is not high, but because there is no one else beside him. Standing in the sea, is it possible that he would lower his head and say such a thing to the other swordsmen?

But this one, this is the sword Fairies in the world do not pay attention to?

Li Fuyao felt a tingle in his scalp. His sight continued to move down. He saw another word in the distance.

Only in an instant, Li Fuyao was in a trance.

This is Li Fuyao. He has not only seen the sword of chaoqingqiu, but also stood side by side with qingtianjun.

The ancestor of Jianshan, Xu Ji, took good care of him.

If the other swordsmen were afraid to see these words, they would cry bitterly on the spot.

Because these two words are Liuxiang.

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