If the sword forged by the blacksmith was Mingyue, then Li Fuyao would be very confused, he wanted to know if it was Mingyue, and some of them didn't dare to know.

But do these things anyway.

So Li Fuyao just used cultivation to melt this piece of iron like the bright moon in the sky, and then he didn't do anything, he didn't say anything about the sword to the blacksmith, he just watched the blacksmith sweat and rain to cast this sword here.

Day by day, month after month.

I don't know why, this sword was cast for a whole year, and it was finally cast on a night when the bright moon was high, and the blacksmith looked at the bright moon in the sky, and said very happily: "Okay, good, it really has a fate with the bright moon, and then you will be called the bright moon." ”

The sword was forged for Li Fuyao, but the name was still chosen by himself.

Li Fu shook his head to look at the bright moon with a strange expression.

Soon he was shocked: "How can this be?"

The blacksmith was puzzled, but laughed loudly: "Even if this sword is not as good as the divine soldiers in the hands of those sword immortals, it is also one of the best swords in the world, if you can become a sword immortal one day, this sword is infected by your sword qi, and naturally it is possible to become a real divine soldier." ”

He thought that Li Fuyao was talking about a sword, but he didn't know that Li Fuyao was talking about a sword.

This sword and the other sword.

He looked at the bright moon, and then glanced down at the ten miles on his waist, thinking of more than one hundred and fifty years ago, he came to this world, when he was just a baby, drifting down the river to the door of the Ten Thousand Swords Sect, at that time he didn't have a sword on his body, and then he was hugged back by the old master of the Ten Thousand Swords Sect, and then he saw ten miles in the side hall.

At that time, he didn't think much about it, because the sword of Shili had existed for a very long time, and it was normal to be able to see it six thousand years ago, and Qingsi was in Bai Zhihan's hands, which was also a predestined thing.

Li Fuyao hadn't thought about finding another sword for more than a hundred years, and it wasn't until recently that he changed his mind, and he just forged the sword himself, but this sword was not forged by him, but by him.

It's called Bright Moon.

It's exactly the same as the bright moon in his sword box.

What's going on?

Li Fuyao was stunned.

What the hell is going on?

He looked at the blacksmith and suddenly asked, "Can you forge another sword for me, called Gaolou?" ”

The blacksmith shook his head and said seriously: "I am already satisfied with being able to cast this bright moon, and I have decided to wash my hands in a golden basin, and I will ...... it for the rest of my life."

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Blacksmiths no longer forge swords, and it is impossible to say anything about this.

But the blacksmith no longer casts swords, could it be that Li Fuyao took the sword to force him to continue casting swords?

This kind of thing is even more unclear and unreasonable.

Li Fuyao left that place with Mingyue and headed towards the north, since the sword was going to be in his hand, this question could be pressed first, he was going to the north to see Ye Shengge and see what he was going to do.

There is only one border between the mountains and rivers and the demon land, and the mountains and rivers only sent a few monks to guard the border on that border, and they are not afraid of the southern invasion of the demon clan.

In fact, everyone knows that once the war breaks out, as long as the Canghai monks enter the war, then the winners and losers will be the winners and losers in their world, and they are just auxiliaries.

That's the big deal.

Therefore, crossing this border is not a difficult task for Li Fuyao, but he also chose the most straightforward method.

He struck the sky with his sword.

The ten-mile sword dragged a long white mark, like the tail of a comet.

There were many monks living on that border, both swordsmen and others, but not all of them were in the realm of ascending the tower.

A junior swordsman looked at the white mark, and said excitedly to his companion: "Look, another senior has gone to the demon land!"

The war has never been on the verge of breaking out, but there will always be those masters of the high realm who come and go, in the past few years, there are many swordsmen who have entered the demon land, the highest realm is a sword fairy in the Canghai realm, he slashed a big demon in the demon land sword, and achieved very brilliant results, and was regarded as an idol by all the swordsmen in this boundary, in addition, there are many swordsmen who climb the tower every year to enter the demon land, some stay in the demon land forever, and some return to the mountains and rivers.

This kind of thing happened more than once, but every time they saw it, they still felt very proud.

This is my swordsman!

Li Fu shook the sword, too ostentatious, and soon provoked a great demon cultivator who ascended the tower, he has a number of zhang of law, not very big, but the blood is majestic, and he knows that he is not an ordinary demon when he looks at it.

Li Fuyao stepped on ten miles, and the Bright Moon Sword swept towards the big demon cultivator.

The climbing demon cultivator smashed a very huge hole in the mountains and forests, and the majestic demonic energy rushed towards him frantically, just for a moment, Li Fuyao was submerged in it, but soon there was a sword light like a bright moon that cut through these demonic qi, and Li Fuyao raised his sword and slashed towards the ascending demon cultivator.

That demon cultivator didn't know what race it was, his body was covered with scales, and he didn't look like he could deal with it very easily, but when that sword light fell on him, a bloody mouth still appeared on his body.

Most of the demon cultivators in the world are extremely strong, if the monks of the three sects fight with the demon cultivators in close quarters, I am afraid that they will soon be smashed by a punch, only the swordsman will die within one zhang.

It is the death of the other party.

Even if it's a demon cultivator.

So soon, Li Fuyao's sword fell to the center of the demon cultivator's eyebrows, and the demon cultivator let out an unwilling roar, and finally fell.

Stir up countless smoke and dust.

Li Fuyao didn't look at the scene, turned around and left.

The current demon land is not the demon land of 6,000 years later, it is not independent, this is the demon land with the peerless demon emperor in charge.

Even if Li Fuyao is a climbing realm, he must be careful.

It's just that when it comes to being careful, Edgeworth was really too high-profile before.

He landed on the shore of a lake and washed his face.

Looking into the distance, there was an extremely subtle demonic aura.

It was a woman with an ordinary face who was crying, holding a piece of clothing and facing the distance, washing her face with tears.

After seeing Li Fuyao with a sword hanging from her waist, she not only did not leave, but knelt down towards Li Fuyao and asked Li Fuyao to kill her.

"Why?"

Everything in this world is the word cause and effect, there may be cause and effect, but in most cases, cause and effect are there.

Li Fuyao admitted that he didn't know this woman, but since the woman spoke, he still wanted to know what was going on.

"My husband didn't know why he suddenly disappeared a hundred years ago, for more than 100 years, I haven't been able to find him, looking for so many years, the concubine body then thought, the husband should have died, since the husband has died, the concubine body is not willing to live alone, please give the concubine body a death, let the concubine body follow the footsteps of the husband. ”

If it is a mortal, it has not been seen for a hundred years, it is already the last time, and it is not an exaggeration to think about dying at this time, but if it is a monk, even if it is a hundred years, there is not necessarily any problem.

The woman burst into tears, but she kowtowed vigorously and said no more.

Li Fuyao suddenly thought of one thing, this hundred years is not a big deal for a monk, then you have to practice seriously or live some other life, if this woman has been worried about her husband, I am afraid that she will not live well every day, and it is difficult to survive this hundred years, you can imagine.

Li Fuyao glanced at her, and said to himself: "What is your husband's name, I will walk through many places in the demon land this time, I may be able to see your husband, if I do, I will bring him back, and you don't have the idea of dying." ”

Hearing this, the woman raised her head, her eyes flashing, "The concubine's husband is named Xu Bin, if the immortal master can really bring it back, the concubine will definitely enshrine the immortal master's tablet and pray for the immortal master from generation to generation." ”

Li Fuyao nodded, didn't say much, just dissipated.

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The demon land will be very cold in winter, even if it is a monk with a high realm, it will be a little chilly, so after winter, there are almost no lowly demons wandering outside.

Everywhere there was a white expanse.

This is much different from the scenery on the other side of the mountains and rivers.

Li Fuyao inquired as he walked towards the canyon where the Luanniao clan lived, but before he could reach that canyon, he lost his way.

Although this demon land has the control of the Demon Emperor, the core territory of each clan is still very secret, and when Ye Shengge was able to find that seat, it actually relied on the ones that Ye Sheng showed her before.

Although Li Fuyao said that he had been to the demon land six thousand years later, he didn't see that there was no longer the hometown of the Luanniao clan too early, so it was normal to get lost.

After wandering around in the snow for about half a month, I saw an ethnic settlement.

It should be the Snow Wolf Clan.

This race was actually extinct after 6,000 years.

It is because there is no big demon in charge, so after the turmoil in the demon land, when the various clans competed for territory, this clan became history.

Li Fuyao originally just wanted to catch a demon cultivator with a higher realm and ask for directions, but when he sneaked into the stone house used by the snow wolf clan for sacrifice, he found something extraordinary.

It's the tall building.

This sword, I don't know how it got to his demon land, I don't know how it appeared in front of his eyes again.

Li Fuyao looked at this tall building with a strange expression.

At this time, a shirtless man with white hair walked into the stone house.

The man was tall, and his white hair was even more dazzling.

Glancing at the sword at Li Fuyao's waist, the man said indifferently: "Swordsman?"

That person's blood was like an abyss, and before the words fell, he was killed with a punch, and the whole person was like a killing god.

There's even more blood here.

Li Fuyao's green shirt moved slightly, and the Mingyue Sword had already swept out of its scabbard, and a sword roar sounded.