Chapter 658

As soon as the word "broken" was spoken, the sword in front of Meng Jin was swept out. The sword dragon was very big, and the sword looked very small.

One big and one small.

It looks very small.

But at the same time, Li Fuyao knew that his sword dragon was going to break up.

So in just a moment, he took up his sword and swept it from afar. The green silk sword drew a long gully on the ground. The two swords, Mingyue and caojianqing, went with each other. The two swords that broke through the sky swept far out of the air. They went to Meng Jin before Li Fuyao. Mingyue and caojianqing were first-class swords in the world, However, it was difficult to move forward any minute. The body of the sword curved instantly and the radian was so large that people would wonder whether the sword would be broken on the spot. But the good thing is that before the two swords could not look good, one of Li Fuyao's swords reached Meng Jin.

Meng Jin held the green silk sword.

With one hand holding the sword, Meng Jin's palm was dripping with blood. Only a moment later, Meng Jin's other hand closed its fingers and touched Li Fuyao's abdomen. Countless majestic sword spirits poured in from here. Li Fuyao was like a heavy blow, and his whole body was like a shrimp.

Meng Jin did not change his face. Looking at the young man with a painful look on his face, Meng Jin was silent for a moment. Then he said, "I didn't want to kill you. Who is a teacher willing to kill his talented disciple?"

"But you still have to die compared to me living."

Meng Jin said a lot today. The old master of Jianshan laughed. His two fingers held Li Fuyao tightly, and then they looked at each other calmly.

If there is no accident, the ancient sword with broken sword dragon will be swept back to pierce Li Fuyao's chest.

Li Fuyao didn't speak. At this time, it was a very critical moment. Even if he wanted to speak, he had to weigh some points.

Just behind Li Fuyao, the ancient sword that had been swept out before was swept back to Li Fuyao's back.

The situation at this moment seems to be the most critical one.

Li Fuyao took a deep breath. "I met something at the bottom of the river somewhere in Beihai at the beginning. Shizu certainly didn't know."

At the moment, the sword is coming here. Meng Jin asked casually, "you have many adventures, but you don't know what this one is."

Li Fuyao said with a smile: "six thousand years ago, there was a sword immortal named wanchi. He crossed the mountains and rivers by a royal sword method. The imperial sword method means that he can control many swords. This is the secret of the sword immortal. After his death, this secret method has been lost, but I learned it later."

Meng Jin raised his eyebrows and looked at the two hanging swords, and his face changed slightly. Before that, he had thought about Li Fuyao's secret method of carrying so many swords. However, he never thought of it and did not dare to think that this was the imperial sword method of ten thousand feet.

You should know that sword immortal was the best one to fight against Liuxiang in those days. His realm was far superior to other sword immortals.

In the records of Jianshan, this sword immortal is highly praised.

Meng Jin sneered: "even so, how about that?"

Even so, what?

You, Li Fuyao, are now in a dead end. Even if there are so many secret methods, what will happen.

Li Fuyao said with a smile, "do you know how many swords I can control?"

Meng Jin thought it was not good.

How many swords can you control?

"Except for the moon and the grass gradually green, Jian 19 is now in Ye Sheng's demon bowl. At the beginning of the battle in Xiaoyuan City, the disciples and Ye Sheng had a battle of life and death!"

Meng Jin's face changed again and again. He looked at Li Fuyao. The meaning in his eyes was very clear. What are you talking about?!

Who is Ye Sheng? He is the sage in the cloud and the leader of Taoist sect. How can you compete with him in such a day and night?

Li Fuyao said again, "I have four swords. Apart from the three, the last one is called seeking immortals."

Looking for the fairy sword!

Meng Jin was vaguely familiar with the sword. Before he thought about the sword, he saw a short sword breaking through the cuff of Li Fuyao's sleeve. It was extremely fierce and swept to his chest with absolutely sharp sword spirit!

That is to find the immortal sword, is Li Fuyao's fourth sword!

This is a magic sword!

The only thing left in the world after Xinfen, the original sword immortal, is this sword.

Li Fuyao took back a hand with difficulty. Before the sword fell to Meng Jin's chest, he held the handle of the sword and stabbed it into Meng Jin's chest.

Li Fuyao said coldly, "since Shizu wants my life, I have to ask Shizu to die first."

In words, indifference means full!

If Meng jinruo only wants to be the master of Jianshan, Li Fuyao can still regard him as the master. However, Meng Jin has a killing heart on him at the moment, so Li Fuyao will not regard Meng Jin as his master, but his opponent.

In the face of his opponents, Li Fuyao has always been like this.

The majestic sword spirit burst out along the tip of the sword searching for immortals, and soon penetrated into the eight channels of Meng Jin's miraculous scriptures. Finally, the five viscera and six viscera and the spirit house of Meng Jin were completely destroyed, and Meng Jin's vitality was gradually lost.In front of Li Fuyao, the swordsman who ascended the stairs gradually felt powerless.

Meng Jin looked down at the fairy sword on his chest, and then laughed at himself: "it was a fairy sword."

it was a fairy sword.

There are so many things that Meng Jin didn't think about.

He never thought that Li Fuyao could have the fighting power to climb the stairs, nor did he think that one day, Li Fuyao would have a magic sword in his hand.

There was a fairy sword.

The sword was still on his chest.

This is probably the only sword in the world.

Meng Jin sighed, "your luck is really good."

Li Fuyao did not speak. He could feel that Meng Jin's sword could not fall on his back.

Meng Jin said, "it turns out that I am old."

There is too much helplessness in this sentence. Meng Jin's eyes showed a kind of emotion called nostalgia. Before he fell down slowly, he said, "this world should belong to you young people."

Speaking this sentence, Meng Jin fell down.

I didn't close my eyes.

It seems that I want to see this world again.

In this world, he stayed too long, but he didn't really stay enough.

With Meng Jin's death, the sword fell to the ground.

Li Fuyao also sat down.

This war, he really spent too much mind, nature also spent too much body, now finally can not stand.

He pulled out the sword and laughed.

The two swords, grass and moon, lost their traction and fell to the ground.

At this time, it was dark.

Starlight appeared in the sky again.

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