Chapter 311

Six thousand years, six thousand years of vicissitudes.

No one has ever known what will happen after six thousand years, because no one has been lucky enough to live six thousand years.

Six thousand years is enough to make the swordsman from his heyday to the present.

Six thousand years, enough to turn those famous swordsmen into dust.

But the old man said that he was ten thousand feet. If so, he would have been nearly 6500 years old since 6000 years ago.

But the old man said that he had been dead for 6000 years.

Even the sword immortal can't live for 6000 years.

When climbing Jianshan, Li Fuyao saw the remains of Xie Shen and Lu Changyan. He knew that some things could survive even if people died.

If this old man is really ten thousand feet, he can only be a remnant soul or something.

The old man nodded calmly, "I was a remnant soul attached to the saber, but I still lingered for so many years. If I didn't want to find out one thing, why should I be here?"

Li Fuyao thought about the stone statue outside and the news that had been handed down six thousand years ago. He asked in some doubt, "what happened when you fought Liu Jianxian?"

Curiosity is something everyone has. Even if Li Fuyao was in this situation, he naturally wanted to know the result of the decisive battle six thousand years ago. What's more, he wanted to know more about the sword.

But the old man did not immediately answer this question, just asked: "now in the mountains and rivers, how to say Liuxiang and me?"

Li Fuyao didn't hide it. He told the old man all the things recorded in the book. After finishing speaking, he said something about the place where they are now.

The old man sat in his place. After listening quietly, he gave a sad smile. Then he said slowly, "the battle between Liuxiang and me should be regarded as the strongest one at that time. Liuxiang is a genius, but I can't compare with me in terms of aptitude. I'm a sword embryo. I was born to practice sword. Although he was not a sword embryo, he had a high understanding. He walked so fast that he didn't look at others at all, Therefore, there is no way to avoid that war. "

The old man raised his eyes and looked at Li Fuyao and said, "the sword immortal is more magnificent than the sword. However, Liuxiang and I do not want outsiders to watch the war. It is difficult to choose the battlefield. I chose this place after three months."

Li Fuyao doubts: "why is the selection of predecessors?"

"Liu Xiang's eyes are higher than the top. Since stepping into the sea, he has not looked at all the people in the world. In his eyes, there is only a sword flying immortal. Leaving this world, he is so conceited that he does not care where he chooses."

Li Fuyao nodded and put himself in the position of Liu Xiang. If he was in the situation of Liuxiang, he would not be worse without such conceit.

"He didn't care about the outcome of the match because he was very conceited and thought that he would not lose. But I was different. I wanted to win, and I didn't want to lose fame."

"I'm the first to set up a little bit."

This is not a glorious thing, but the old man is frankly told that, after six thousand years, the old man's reputation has not been as persistent as before.

After all, it's normal that people have been dead for 6000 years.

"But Liuxiang, after all, is a willow lane. Even if I take the lead, I still can't defeat him in the end."

"After three days of sword comparison, I knew how powerful Liuxiang was. His fierce sword spirit and pure sword spirit were rare in the world."

Even if the beginning of the story is as you wish, the result is not necessarily what you want.

The old man still has a fresh memory of that incident.

It seems that this is the most tragic war the old man has ever experienced, and it is also the last one. Naturally, his memory is still fresh.

Li Fuyao frowned and asked, "it's just a comparison of swords. Is it really a division of life and death?"

The old man shook his head and sighed, "liuxiang is so conceited that he will not kill people for killing. After winning me, he never worries that I will surpass him one day. So he put his sword into the scabbard and turned slowly."

"I looked at his turning back and didn't resist it."

When he said this, there were some unspeakable emotions in the old man's eyes.

Li Fuyao's expression is plain. He didn't resist it. Naturally, he did something intolerable in Liuxiang.

The old man whispered, "I made a sword at the back of the willow lane."

Six thousand years ago, I was afraid that no one could defeat Liuxiang in an honest and upright manner. Since we could not defeat Liuxiang openly, it would be a blessing to be able to defeat Liuxiang.

Li Fuyao said: "the elder did not succeed."

The old man nodded and said with a smile: "it's a bad thing to beat Liuxiang, but it's not unacceptable."

"It's just that Liuxiang can't accept that someone is attacking him behind his back, so he doesn't want me to leave here again."

In fact, it was the same six thousand years ago.

A light sword in the willow lane can kill him, but he is still merciful.

"He left his statue and told me to stop when he saw it.""In fact, in order to prevent my betrayal, he cut off my cultivation and trapped me here with his sword array. Even if I didn't keep my promise, I couldn't leave."

"I lived for hundreds of years, and finally died, but I tried to leave a trace of ghost, in fact, because of his words."

Li Fuyao said in a soft voice, "what words?"

The old man looked at him, "the willow Lane says you will come."

Li Fuyao was surprised by this sentence. It was impossible for the world's matchless sword immortal Liuxiang to have met Li Fuyao six thousand years ago. Why did he say this?

You're coming. Who the hell are you?

Li Fuyao remembered the first sentence the old man said before. What he said at that time was that you really came.

You are supposed to be a person in between.

Li Fuyao felt a little bad. He stepped back and asked, "who is that dead bone outside the stone gate?"

"That's me," the old man said with a smile

Li Fuyao looked at the old man and asked, "that sword?"

"That sword is called wanzhangchang. It's my sword. It's made of cold iron."

Li Fuyao said: "the elder has already broken the sword array."

The old man said with a smile: "yes, Liuxiang is so conceited that I must be trapped in his sword array. Who knows I broke the sword array within a hundred years of his departure. "

Speaking of this, the old man's voice suddenly shrieked, "later I found that the sword array has never been these broken swords, but this place!"

Hearing this, Li Fuyao no longer intends to listen. He presses the hilt of his sword and pours out.

Want to get out of here.

The old man stretched out his thin arm and laughed wildly, "how can you walk?"

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