There was a snow in Xiaoyuan City inexplicably, and the snow was not big at first, but soon the snow became heavy, and it was not long before the whole Xiaoyuan City was snowy.

Li Fuyao stood in the courtyard, feeling the chill to the bone, looking up at the snowflakes falling in the sky, and his expression was a little not good.

The Immortal Sword penetrated Mr. Mu's body, and Mr. Mu was already dead, but that blood line was spreading all the time, spreading to somewhere in the night, and it was precisely because of that blood line that Xiaoyuan City was so cold for a moment.

Li Fuyao moved slightly, let the Xunxian Sword return to his sleeve, felt the bloodthirsty emotions coming from the sword body, and slightly instilled a sword intent into it to appease, but soon he felt the vast coercion, frowned slightly, and the whole person instantly recalled the two swords of Sword Nineteen and Cao Wanqing, the green silk sword was in his hand, and the momentum of the whole person was instantly mentioned to the top.

But a moment later, a mutation struck!

The Immortal Sword had already swept out of his sleeve for some reason, and at this moment it had swept into the distance and plunged into the ground that was already covered with snow.

Li Fuyao lifted Chen Tianen with one hand, and went to the eaves, the old man who had not yet returned to his senses was pushed into the house by Li Fuyao, and after closing the door, Li Fuyao looked into the distance and waited for him.

After another moment, the Immortal 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 light of day again, and not be afraid of another turmoil in the world?"

The voice was extremely cold, just like it was now.

Just hearing the sound is like seeing a snowstorm.

Li Fuyao held down the hilt of the sword, completely unable to detect the person's location, he stood in place and asked loudly, "I don't know who the predecessor is?"

The voice in the dark night did not answer, but the entire Xiaoyuan City suddenly became a sword intent, and the sword roared all over the city, countless sword intents hovered in the air of Xiaoyuan City, and those sword qi began to fill the streets and alleys.

There is no doubt that this great monk who has never appeared in Xiaoyuan City should be a real swordsman, and just looking at this might, he is at least a climbing realm.

Although there are many swordsmen in the realm of climbing the tower, there are many in the world now, but if you really want to count them, there are not too many, there are several in Sword Mountain, and it is really rare to see them in other places.

Li Fuyao felt the sword qi that began to spread in front of him, and silently drew his sword to drive those sword qi away.

"Twilight?"

In the night, for some reason, the voice sounded again.

......

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The old sword cultivator was under the bridge and cave, and he felt the chill and sword intent most intuitively.

No matter how much wine he drank, no matter how drunk he was now, he should be sober now, feeling these sword intents, Lao Jian Xiu didn't dare to say a word, he stared at the river where the sword intent was the strongest, and he didn't dare to breathe.

Lao Jianxiu hugged the wine jar, swallowed a mouthful of saliva, and then watched the river surface separate from both sides.

Originally, after the heavy snow came, the river froze quickly, but now, as if someone had cut it with a sword, a man with a difficult face came out of the river.

He had long snow-white hair, his clothes looked very torn, and there were even two chains to lock it from his shoulders, but even so, this tall man did not give people the slightest sense of decadence.

There is an invincible aura in him, even if he is locked up, this momentum has no effect at all.

There is no sense of vicissitudes on his face, but in his eyes, people can see the stars, the sun and the moon, and the long snow-white hair represents that his age is not young, but there is no old age on his face, and looking at this look, this man is even imprisoned here.

Those two chains are very telling.

He stretched out his hand and pulled the blood line starting from the Xunxian Sword, and after holding it, the blood line quickly froze, looking very weird, as the ice on the blood line spread into the distance, the man took a deep breath, exhaled a cold breath, looked at the old sword cultivator under the bridge cave, and said: "Wine." ”

The sound was cold, but it was much lighter than before.

The man who didn't know his identity and didn't know why he was here was looking at the jar.

Old Jian Xiu didn't dare to hesitate, and reached out and threw the wine jar at the man.

The man's shoulders were trapped in chains, but his hands could still move, and he reached out to take the wine jar, and after raising his head and taking a sip, his expression eased a lot.

He looked into the distance, and his voice was calm, "The city is full of my swords, and you stand there, so you might as well come here to see me." ”

The voice drifted far away, and soon drifted to the courtyard, after Li Fuyao heard it, he didn't move, the city was full of sword intent, but after that person showed such a posture, he didn't take the initiative to show up, but I was afraid that there was a problem.

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

Li Fuyao stood in place, clutching his sword, and never said a word.

It seemed that the man hovered in mid-air, knowing everything that was happening in Xiaoyuan City, and after knowing that Li Fuyao did not move, the man fell to the frozen river.

He held the wine jar in one hand and the blood line in the other, and walked casually on the river, but with every step, countless sword sounds sounded.

In this small garden city, there are only a few swords.

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

Nothing else.

So I don't know where these sword sounds came from.

But it's really audible.

The man walked on the ice, and the sword intent of Xiaoyuan City became more and more vigorous, and Li Fuyao took out his sword in the small courtyard in the distance to drive away the sword intent, but there was nothing he could do, and the sword intent had already reached within a zhang in front of him.

The Immortal Seeking Sword trembled slightly in the snow.

Li Fuyao asked with difficulty: "Does the predecessor have an old relationship with the Immortal Sword?"

The man didn't answer directly, but just said, "Now this sword can still be called the Seeking Immortal Sword?"

The blood line that spread out from the Immortal Seeking Sword was now completely frozen, and except for the Immortal Seeking Sword, that line was full of coldness.

When did there be such a swordsman in this world, it seems that the realm of this swordsman is far more than just climbing the tower.

If he was a sword immortal, why would he act like this?

Li Fuyao was puzzled.

It's just that he can't understand it, but Li Fuyao still didn't have the idea of going out to see that person, he was extremely uneasy in his heart, and there was always a voice telling him to stay away from that person.

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

The sound is not fast in the wind and snow, but it can still fall into the ears of some people.

When the man heard this, he just smiled indifferently and made a big fuss.

"What is Little Garden City?"

"The small garden city exists because of me. ”