Chapter 614

Inexplicably, a snow fell on the small garden city. At the beginning, the snow was not big, but soon the snow became heavy. Before long, the whole small garden city became snowy.

Li Fuyao stood in the yard, feeling the chill. He looked up at the snowflakes falling in the sky. His expression was not very good.

Looking for the immortal sword penetrates Mr. Mu's body. Mr. Mu is dead, but the blood line has been spreading to some place in the night. It is because of that blood line that the small garden city is so cold for a moment.

Li Fuyao moved the sword back to his sleeve and felt the bloodthirsty emotion from the sword. He instilled a sense of sword into the sword to appease him. However, he soon felt the overwhelming pressure and frowned slightly. The whole person immediately recalled the sword 19 and the grass gradually green sword. The green silk sword was in his hand, and the momentum of the whole person was immediately raised to the top.

However, after a while, a sudden change occurred!

looking for the immortal sword did not know why it had been swept out of his sleeve. Now it had swept to the distance and inserted into the snow covered ground.

Li Fuyao picked up Chen Tianen with one hand and went to the eaves. The old man, who had not yet recovered, was pushed into the house by Li Fuyao. After closing the door, Li Fuyao looked into the distance and stood in line.

After a while, the sword began to tremble.

A distant voice came from the night, "this sword was destroyed by us thousands of years ago. Why let it see the sun again, and not be afraid to let the world experience another turmoil?"

The voice was extremely cold, as it is now.

Just hearing the sound is like seeing a snowstorm.

Li Fuyao pressed down the hilt of his sword. He could not find out where the man was. He stood in his place and asked in a loud voice, "who is the elder?"

The voice in the dark did not answer, but suddenly the whole small garden city was full of swords. Swords roared all over the city. Countless swords hovered in the air of the small garden city, and the sword spirit began to fill the streets and alleys.

There is no doubt that the great monk who has never appeared in Xiaoyuan city should be a real swordsman, and at least he is a person who ascends a building just by looking at this power.

Although there are many swordsmen in the world now, they are not too many. There are several swordsmen in Jianshan, which are hard to see in other places.

Li Fuyao felt the sword Qi that began to spread to

in front of him. He pulled out his sword in silence to drive away those sword Qi.

"Morning and evening?"

In the night, the voice, somehow, rang again.

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Under the bridge, the old sword feels the chill and the sword.

No matter how much wine he has drunk, no matter how drunk he is now, he should be sober up now. Feeling the sword spirit, Lao Jian Xiu dare not say a word. He stares at the river with the strongest sword sense, and dare not breathe.

Old Jianxiu held the wine jar and took a mouthful of water. Then he watched the river separate from both sides.

Originally, after the heavy snow came, the river soon froze, but now, it is hard to see, as if it was cut open with a sword, and a man who could not see his face walked out of the river.

He has long snow-white hair, his clothes look very broken, even from his shoulders there are two chains to lock it, but even so, this tall man, let people see no sense of decadence.

There was an invincible momentum in him, which had no effect even if he was locked up.

There was no sense of vicissitudes on his face, but he could see the stars, the sun and the moon in his eyes. His long snow-white hair represented that he was not young, but his face was not a bit old-fashioned. Looking at this, the man was even imprisoned here.

Those two chains are very illustrative.

He stretched out his hand and pulled the blood line which started from looking for the immortal sword. After holding it, the blood line quickly froze. It was very strange. As the ice on the blood line spread to the distance, the man took a deep breath and breathed out a cold breath. Looking at the old sword Xiu under the bridge hole, he opened his mouth and said, "wine."

The voice is cold, but it is much easier than before.

The man who did not know his identity or why he was here looked at the wine jar.

Old Jianxiu didn't dare to have any hesitation, so he threw the wine jar at the man.

The man's shoulders were chained, but his hands were still able to move. He took the wine jar and took a sip of his head up, and his expression relaxed a lot.

He looked at the distance, his voice was quiet, "the city is full of my swords. If you stand there, you might as well come here to see me."

The voice floated far away and soon drifted into the courtyard. Li

heard this, he did not move, and the city was full of swords. However, after showing such a posture, the man did not take the initiative to show up. He was afraid that there would be problems.

"If you don't see me, I can still kill you. If you come to see me, I want to talk to you."

Li Fuyao stood where he was, holding his sword, and never uttered a word.

It seems that the man hovered in the air and knew all the things happened in Xiaoyuan city. After knowing that Li Fuyao did not act, the man fell on the frozen river.He held the wine jar in one hand and the blood thread in the other hand. He walked along the river at will, but at every step, countless swords sounded.

There are only a few swords in this small garden city.

The old sword has one, and Li Fuyao has several.

Nothing else.

So the sound of swords came from nowhere.

But it can be heard.

When a man walks on the ice, the sword meaning of the small garden city becomes more and more prosperous. Li Fuyao drives his sword out of the courtyard in the distance, but there is no way to do it. The sword meaning has already been within a foot in front of him.

The sword trembled in the snow.

Li Fuyao asked with difficulty, "are you old with the immortal sword?"

The man didn't answer directly. He just said, "now this sword can be called Xianjian?"

The blood line that spread out from the body of the immortal seeking sword has now completely frozen. Except for the sword, the line is full of cold.

When was there such a swordsman in the world? It seems that the realm of this swordsman is far more than climbing a building.

If he was a sword immortal, why would he do so?

Li Fuyao was puzzled.

However, Li Fuyao still didn't have the idea to see the man. He was extremely uneasy. There was a voice that kept him away from the man.

Li Fuyao stared at the night and asked in a deep voice, "who is the elder?"

In the wind and snow, the sound can not be regarded as fast, but it can still fall into some people's ears.

The man heard this sentence, just a cool smile, the wind and snow.

"What is a small garden city?"

"The little garden city exists because of me."

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