Chapter 611

It's true that when a friar fights with a swordsman, he has to keep the distance as far as possible. They all say that one foot in front of a swordsman is a place of death, which is true.

It is a famous saying of governance which is obtained by countless people with countless experiences.

But if the realm is different, you don't need to care about these.

Although the monk's realm was in the spring and Autumn period, he knew that the young swordsman in front of him was not an ordinary swordsman, but one of the two most famous swordsmen in this mountain and river. Therefore, he was silent for a moment and did not meet him.

Just hands in front of the body, there have been countless majestic air machines coming from all directions, the lights flickering.

Chen Tianen stood in the light and looked at the scene. He was not surprised. All the wrinkles on an old face were crowded together, which made him feel very strange.

He was thinking about what Li Fuyao had said before.

The weather is not good tonight. There is no bright moon. Maybe there is. It is only blocked by clouds. Therefore, except for this house, other places are very dark.

Li Fuyao looked at the middle-aged man and said in a deep voice, "haven't you asked your name yet?"

The middle-aged man seemed to think of something. After a moment, he said, "before leaving the school, the students call me Mr. mu."

Of course, Mr. Mu is not his name. It is just because he is dull and not good at words, so he should call him Mr. Mu when he is joking. He has never been angry. Later, those students cried out, and he did not refute it.

He has been studying and practicing all his life, and he has done nothing else. He has not enough understanding in reading, so he doesn't read much. Therefore, he spent a lot of time in practice. This is the reason why he lived in the spring and Autumn period.

"I'm going to kill you. It's not hard."

Mr. Mu said, looking at Li Fuyao in the light.

Before the words fell, a powerful air machine swept up to the extreme. With the light breeze floating towards the outside of the house, the lights flickered constantly.

The house was silent, only the wind and the sword light could be heard.

Chen Tianen is not a monk. At this time, apart from feeling very depressed, he has nothing else.

The green silk in Li Fuyao's hand, which is full of green light, quickly passes through the lamp like a green awn. Countless sword Qi overflows and looks very gorgeous.

The sword

nineteen is constantly passing through the lights, just like the light in the morning, which is very conspicuous.

The green light of the grass is more clear, just like a large piece of green grass, showing different colors in the light.

Li Fuyao's two fake life swords are very powerful. Ordinary friars are not likely to win in front of the two false life swords and the green silk in their hands.

But the monk we are facing today is not ordinary.

The orthodox monks in the spring and Autumn period were not ordinary monks.

Jian 19 and Cao Jianqing are shuttling in the night sky, and the green silk sword is in Li Fuyao's hand. Every now and then he hands out a sword, which makes Mr. Mu feel that Li Fuyao is also a hard man to deal with.

That countless gas engines are mixed to kill in this house, just like a killing array, not ordinary people can be here without any damage.

Several sword lights flashed in the night.

Half an hour later, Mr. Mu folded his hands in front of his stomach and looked at Li Fuyao. He said in admiration, "I have a twilight situation. I haven't failed yet. I have to say that life is terrible."

"It's just that your practice time is too short, the details are too poor, or not enough. In another hundred years, you may even feel meaningless to open your eyes to see me, but how do you know that you can see you after a hundred years?"

After hearing this, Li Fuyao said, "if we only judge the level by the time of practice, how can we compete? If two people look at each other, will they not directly discuss the level according to the number of years of practice?"

Mr. Mu said with a smile, "you have something to say."

Li Fuyao said, "I have many swords, and each one is a good one."

Mr. Mu didn't speak. Waiting for the following, you have swords and many swords. I know that. Then?

Li Fuyao said, "do you want to see my best sword?"

When he said these words, Li Fuyao was very serious, and he had put the green silk back into the scabbard. He looked at Mr. Mu and knew that if he continued to fight like this, he might not be able to win or lose all night.

So Li Fuyao thought of looking for immortals.

That fairy sword is Li Fuyao's greatest dependence.

It's also his biggest move.

If there is no accident, once the sword is taken out by Li Fuyao, if it is known by outsiders, it will cause a great disturbance.

But Li Fu also wanted to try the power of that fairy sword.

He stares at Mr. mu.

Mr. Mu thought it was special, but he still waited for Li Fuyao to take out the sword.

Li Fuyao has many swords. Many of them were given by the emperor Qingtian. The green silk was found under the cliff of Jianshan mountain. He was looking for immortals.It was found in the palace.

It's a fairy sword.

Li Fuyao took back his hand on the handle of the sword, and a trace of sword spirit came out of his sleeve.

This trace of sword spirit is almost different from the previous one.

This is the spirit of the immortal sword.

After coming to the world from his sleeve, he quickly tore apart the Qi machines around him. It seemed very relaxed. This wisp of sword spirit soon tore apart a lot of things and went towards Mr. mu.

Mr. Mu stares at that wisp of sword spirit, is silent for a long time, then says: "I hope this sword is not called the ancient road."

Not many people know the relationship between Li Fuyao and Chao Qingqiu, but not everyone knows about their relationship, at least some people will.

It's like Mr. mu.

He knew that Chao Qingqiu had gone out of the sky, so the ancient Sabre road became the only immortal sword in the world. But after Chao Qingqiu left the world, no one knew where the ancient path had gone.

If the ancient road did not leave this world, who would he most likely be left by chaoqingqiu?

I'm afraid there is no one else except Li Fuyao.

Mr. Mu felt the sharp sword in the wisp of sword spirit, and felt the will to tear everything. Mr. Mu's bad feelings poured into his heart.

"What sword is this?"

"This is my sword."

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Mr. Mu looked at Li Fuyao and said, "I heard that chaojianxian appreciates you very much. This sword is also what he left for you?"

This is very tactful, not too straightforward.

Li Fu shook his head.

This sword is not really a fairy sword, but it is not too bad.

He looked at Mr. Mu and said, "this sword is called seeking immortals."

Mr. Mu breathed a sigh of relief and then wanted to say something.

Li Fuyao added: "I remember that the last owner was Xin."

As he spoke, a dagger came out of his sleeve.

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