Chapter 314

A light bang.

It's like someone calmly stabbed a small bubble with his sword.

Even the sound may not be that loud.

But enough to be heard clearly.

Li Fuyao, covered with blood, opened his eyes. In the four channels and eight veins, there was a mighty sword spirit running around his body. Occasionally, the sword spirit leaked from his body, which made the dozens of swords slightly stunned.

The sound of green silk sword was higher than that of a while, and it seemed excited.

This green silk, in the past against the enemy, has almost never done so, this is not difficult to understand, the former owner of green silk is Bai Zhihan, a swordsman who has reached the peak of climbing the stairs. I don't know how many amazing and gorgeous swordsmen have been seen in his life. Before today, Li Fuyao was just a little swordsman in the green silk environment. How can he be treated by green silk Look in the eye.

Swords have their own bones, either approachable or exciting.

Green silk undoubtedly belongs to the latter.

The old man stood in the distance and looked at Li Fuyao. The old man did not have any fear. He just chuckled and said, "how about stepping into Taiqing from Qingsi today? I'll beat you back."

The voice dropped, and the old man's figure flashed away.

As a sword fairy who used to be weaker than Liuxiang, the old man's judgment is rare in the world. Knowing that Li Fuyao is going to break through the border, the old man has to carry his sword to stop him.

The spirit house is always the most important thing for a swordsman to break the boundary.

Thinking of lingfu, the old man laughs and remembers that this saying only appeared six thousand years ago. Earlier, it should be called sword house?

This is the essential difference between swordsmen and monks of the three religions.

Put away the thoughts, the old man's sword, straight Huanglong.

With the protection of these dozens of swords, the old man's sword was to smash Li Fuyao's spirit house.

There are four murders!

The sword handed out by the old man was just the right time, strength and angle.

In fact, Li Fuyao was the first one to study so many things when he made his sword.

Entering the sea, you can ignore all the enemies in the world.

But now, Li Fuyao tells him, no way!

Li Fuyang frowns with a sword, but soon the green silk sword stops.

He stopped this extremely dangerous sword.

The old man did not hesitate. If one sword failed, it was the second sword that cut Li Fuyao's head.

There was another sound of gold and stone.

Green silk appeared where it should appear.

In terms of material, I really don't know whether the green silk sword is better than ten thousand feet long, or whether it is better than ten thousand feet long.

It's made of cold iron. What about the green silk?

Li Fuyao doesn't know.

In any case, no matter what happens to the green silk sword, it has not left any trace on its body since it was raised.

This time, the two swords intersected. Although there was a green silk sword to stop it, Li Fuyao's neck was still covered with tiny bloodstains.

The sword spirit is all over the sky.

I don't know whether it's Li Fuyao's sword spirit or his wanchi sword spirit as a sword immortal.

Yeah?

A dull hum.

The green silk was pressed down to Li Fuyao's shoulder, and the sharp blade soon fell into the flesh.

Blood instantly dyed the sword body red.

Li Fuyao's face turned white, and he had just broken through the situation. It was just at the moment when the old gas had been exhausted and the new one had not yet been born.

The sword was so fierce.

There is this sword in front of me and dozens of swords on my side.

This is the Jedi.

Li Fuyao clenches his teeth and raises his sword.

Keep the green silk sword away from your shoulder.

However, he soon saw the old man carrying the sword and plunging on the green silk sword. It turned out that this sword was still the lingfu.

Li Fuyao's face was pale, and the green silk could not be swept back.

If you are stabbed by this sword, you will die naturally.

In a hurry, Li Fuyao suddenly reaches out and grabs the blade of a sword not far from his body.

Although only a moment later, the palm of my hand was dripping with blood, but I still grasped the sword and stopped it for a long time.

With the power of a long sword, Li Fuyao cut off the sword that Li Fuyao grasped.

But this is also to fight for precious time for green silk, the next moment green silk will appear in front of Li Fuyao.

Li Fuyao began to regret why he didn't bring his sword with him.

After stopping this sword, the sword spirit in lingfu's mansion surges like a river and gathers again. After a moment, the sword Qi bursts out from Li Fuyao's body.

If we say that the former broken state is just a symbolic one, then the broken state at this time symbolizes that Li Fuyao has really taken another step in kendo.

I don't know how noble Kendo is, but I have to walk step by step.

The old man had no expression, "what about Taiqing?"

He raised his sword and thrust it.Li Fuyao stepped back a few steps, just to get out of the situation surrounded by dozens of swords.

After standing still, Li Fuyao looked at the old man and calmly said, "you are old."

Plain three words, then let the old man slightly frown.

Yes, until now, Li Fuyao didn't know that he was old.

Even though he has been dead for 6000 years, even if there is still a ghost attached to the sword.

It's going to keep him in this state long enough.

Yes, it can only be said to exist, not to be alive.

The two remaining spirits of sword immortals on Jianshan can survive for 6000 years because they have the swords of a whole mountain, and because they have accumulated the details of Jianshan, they can exist for such a long time.

And what does wanchi have?

I'm afraid there is nothing.

So even if you can live to the present, you will grow old and die.

It can be seen from his old face.

It's just that Li Fuyao had been tired of dealing with those swords before, but he didn't notice.

Until these swords in the back.

He saw it.

His hands were shaking.

Shaking hands.

Which dying old man's hand can't shake?

It suddenly became very quiet.

It was so quiet that I could only hear Li Fuyao's breath.

After a long time, the old man looked down at his thin arm. When he compared sword with Liuxiang, he was full of blood and was in his prime. How could he have thought that he would become such a ghost one day.

Who can become a sword immortal, how can they not have their own pride?

The old man's voice still shrieked, "it's Liuxiang. If it's not Liuxiang, why should I be here? If it wasn't for Liuxiang, I would kill several demons in the future

Li Fu shook his head and said, "it's you."

It's you who are four words, but there are many meanings expressed by him. You want to grow old because of yourself, and you fall into this field because of yourself. No one is to blame from the beginning to the end.

The old man sneered, "even if it's me, how about it?"

Li Fu shook his head and did not speak. He knew that even if some truths were true, some people would despise it. In that case, why do you say it.

According to uncle Liu Yibai, that's the truth that doesn't make sense in the world. Just use the sword.

Let's use the sword.

Li Fuyao clenched the green silk sword, took a deep breath, and said with a smile, "if I had the honor to kill the elder today, it would be of great benefit to my Kendo anyway."

For the benefit of kendo, we don't have to have sword Scripture or experience. For example, if Li Fuyao can really kill ten thousand feet, it will greatly improve his confidence.

The man who killed the sword fairy?

Listen, would you be a little overbearing?

The old man was silent for a moment and suddenly asked, "are you ready for a rest?"

Li Fuyao didn't find it strange. Since he decided to speak, both sides knew that it was just a drag on time. Wanchi was so old that he was shaking after a few swords. Naturally, he had to take a rest, and Li Fuyao had to spend time getting familiar with his body.

The old man sighed, "who would have thought that wanchi would have such a quarrel with a young man in the green silk realm one day."

Li Fuyao seriously corrected: "no, it's Taiqing."

What does it matter? It seems to matter a lot.

As the voice dropped, Li Fuyao's green silk in his hand was handed out.

Now he and the old man is the same as the Taiqing state, life and death struggle, unknown.

To say that Li Fuyao still has a holy pill is equivalent to one more life.

This sword is handed out, Li Fuyao is holding the idea of replacing injury with injury.

The old man looked tired and lifted his eyelids, but after a moment, Li Fuyao felt something was wrong.

Suddenly, there are dozens of fierce swords.

From those swords.

The sword spirit began to rush into the old man's body crazily. From a distance, it seemed that dozens of swords were stabbing at the old man.

Li Fuyao's sword was given up halfway.

After countless sword Qi rushed into the old man's body, the old man's face began to change gradually. His face was full of wrinkles, and the wrinkles began to fade away, and his thin arms began to become full again.

Except for the long gray hair, the rest are changing.

Li Fuyao watched the old man change from an old man to a young man.

Maybe this is the sword immortal six thousand years ago.

Countless sword Qi was collected, and dozens of swords fell together.

Some were broken on the spot and became a pile of scrap iron.

The robe, which used to look a little wide, now fits.

Wan Chi looked down at his body, and his eyes were full of emotion.All of a sudden, Li Fuyao felt a tremendous pressure.

In front of us, wanchi is not only a swordsman, but also a sword.

He held the handle in one hand, one hand behind him, and his expression was flat.

"Although not able to return to the sea for a short time, but half a step is enough."

Wan Chi's young face appeared in front of Li Fuyao.

Li Fuyao clenched the green silk, his face turned white, and there was blood flowing down his arm.

It dropped on the ground.

Return to the sea for a short time?

How short is this short?

Li Fuyao cried bitterly in his heart. He was afraid that even if he ate the holy pill now, there was no way to do it?

Wan Chi sighed softly, "it's been six thousand years."

Six thousand years of vicissitudes, six thousand years of changes in the world.

Wanchi can only face these swords and stone statues in Liuxiang for six thousand years.

It's a very boring thing.

Li Fuyao looks at wanchi, wanchi looks at Li Fuyao.

Outside the stone gate, someone looked at them.

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