Bypassing the bamboo house, coming to the back, seeing a bluestone path leading into the distance, Li Fuyao's expression was slightly awe-inspiring, just walking on this bluestone path, he felt a biting cold, although he also felt that it was sword qi, but compared to before, this sword qi was more cold, more like a cold wind, with a little resentment.

The countless broken swords and remnants of the sword under the cliff of Sword Mountain actually have the same effect as that sword mound. It's just that most of the broken swords and remnants under this cliff were broken by the demon monks, and there were some resentments and uneasiness on the sword body, and after falling down the cliff, they were gathered here by the gray-robed man, and over time a sword forest was formed, although there was no sword qi as full in front of the bamboo house, but walking in it, in fact, it had a great impact on the sword heart, and those who were not strong in their will may also die here.

Li Fuyao walked slowly along this bluestone path, and with each step, the strength of holding the wooden sword in his hand was a little greater, and only after he could vaguely see a lot of swords inserted next to the bluestone path not far in front of him, Li Fuyao stopped.

Now the fog in front of him had all dispersed, and what caught his eye was a long sword with no hilt, or no hilt, or no flawless but rusty sword stuck on both sides of the bluestone path.

There were two smells in the air, one was cold and the other was rotting and rotting.

Most of these swords have survived for thousands of years, and they were left over from the Great War, and the fact that they have survived is a testament to how extraordinary they are, but there are still countless swords that have decayed due to the erosion of time, so it is not surprising that the air is filled with the smell of decay.

It's just that when Li Fuyao really stepped into this sword forest, he began to find that those cold qi began to invade the blood meridians from his pores little by little.

Li Fuyao endured the cold, and now he even misses the hot pot in Baiyu Town, if he can eat some at this moment, it will be very effective in resisting the cold, even if it doesn't work, it will make him feel better on the psychological level.

After walking a few steps, he finally saw a long sword with almost no rust on the sword, and the cold light was still there, Li Fuyao thought about it, stretched out his hand, but before he could touch the hilt of the sword, the latter clearly emitted a feeling of resistance, which made Li Fuyao have to give up.

Choosing a sword is a matter of affection and willingness, even if there is some estrangement, but it will not show this kind of resistance before encountering it.

Li Fuyao really wanted to see what was going on at the end of the sword forest, but according to the current situation, he would be more cold when he took a step, and he didn't know if he could go to the end of the sword forest and look at all the swords.

The choice of a sword still needs to be fateful.

It's just that this fate is also difficult to say.

Li Fuyao is just a little swordsman in the second realm of swordsmen, and a body of qi comes out of the spirit mansion, and he can only get rid of the cold qi little by little, but it is far less fast than the speed of those cold qi invasions.

Li Fuyao, who was a little helpless, could only speed up his pace, hoping to be able to select a sword and take it out in a short time, but then he tried to hold several long swords one after another, none of which did not give birth to some resistance, and even some swords wanted to invade all the remaining sword qi on the sword into Li Fuyao's meridians, so that he could die directly here.

These swords have been staying here for a long time, and they have already developed a lot of bad emotions.

Li Fuyao quickened his pace, this time stopped in front of the sword that was no longer restored, it was thrown in by the gray-robed man, it looked a little out of place, after seeing Li Fuyao, its sword body turned, as if it was not very willing to see Li Fuyao, Li Fuyao asked cautiously: "Brother Sword, or will it be you?"

The sword was unmoved, and even walked some distance inside, unwilling to be held in by Li Fuyao.

Li Fuyao was melancholy.

He looked at the depths of the sword forest in front of him, where there was still no end in sight, gritted his teeth, and took several steps forward.

This time, there were all broken swords as far as the eye could see, and none of them were intact.

Li Fuyao sighed, feeling the more and more biting cold, he didn't want to go forward easily, and after sitting down, he silently recited Chen Shengjiao's mantra a few times and closed his eyes to run the qi machine in his body, wanting to use this to dispel the cold in his body.

Until now, Li Fuyao has some slander for the attitude that although the world of this swordsman is big, I only have one sword, if he has some Taoist or Confucian magic weapons on his body, he can protect himself in it, where is there any need to be afraid of this so-called cold, but since he has embarked on the road of this swordsman, there is really no reason to complain about anything.

After half a pillar of incense, Li Fuyao, who felt better, returned to the road, and this time he walked dozens of steps before stopping.

This time it was a few short swords in front of him. Li Fuyao thought of the hidden fish on Uncle Xi's waist, and was a little stunned, he actually didn't like short swords very much in his heart.

Therefore, after a few glances, he continued to move forward, and it seemed that he would not find a suitable sword until he reached the end.

At the beginning of this bluestone path, the gray-robed man and the white-clothed woman stood side by side, standing in place, the gray-robed man was silent, and the white-robed woman said in a deep voice: "He has already walked halfway, and if you go further, those evil swords that you deliberately put at the end should not be suitable for him." ”

The gray-robed man's expression remained unchanged, he walked a few steps, came to the stream, and said calmly: "Everything depends on fate, maybe some evil swords see him, and they are willing to let him take them away, not necessarily, besides, those last swords, in addition to the evil swords I threw over, there may be accidents." ”

The woman in white frowned, "It's not easy for me to see a young man practicing swords, very similar to those young people I saw on Sword Mountain back then, if you let him die here, I won't agree." ”

The gray-robed man shook his head, didn't make any promises, just smiled calmly, "Who knows?"

The woman in white pulled her mouth and shouted: "Do you remember when Liu Xiang was just a down-and-out man holding a sword, he skewered you with a pig's intestine and roasted it on the fire, at that time you had a lot of fishy smell, I don't know how long it took to gradually dissipate, I don't want you to live in my scabbard." ”

was exposed, and this person is one of the people who experienced the incident back then, everything he said is well-founded, I am afraid that even if Liu Xiang is still alive, there is no way to refute it, but for the gray-robed man, this is definitely one of the things he is most reluctant to recall, and now that he is mentioned, he also seems very helpless, "No matter how you talk about these old things, I will not take him out of that sword, I have already said it very clearly before I go in, the road he chose, he died, is it possible to blame me?"

The woman in white snorted coldly, "You don't want to learn anyone, you have to learn the character of that guy in Willow Lane, weird and weird, look down at this world, do you know that you are now at the bottom of the cliff, not on the mountain!"

The gray-robed man was noncommittal, he just walked back to the bamboo hut alone, he didn't want to reason with the woman, after all, it didn't make sense, in fact, the same was true of the sword fairy Liu Xiang, he had never reasoned with a woman in his life, after all, it didn't make sense, then it was excellent to use a sword.

Liu Xiang's sword was originally unsheathed and did not stop until the goal was reached, according to his unparalleled sword qi in the world, not many people dared to reason with him in the end, and now the gray-robed man who has learned Liu Xiang's temperament is precisely that sword.

On Li Fuyao's side, he finally stopped when he was still about a few dozen steps away from the end, and now he had many swords in front of him, but he didn't look at those long swords with bright blades, but looked at a rusty long sword.

The reason was simple, just because he saw that the rusty long sword was almost a zhang or so away from those long swords with bright and shiny blades.

It seems to be isolated and unsociable, and it seems to be disgusted by those swords.

Anyway, the end result was that its sword was completely isolated.

Li Fuyao was silent for a while, remembering the scene of struggling to survive alone after being sent to Whitefish Town that winter night, he felt very uncomfortable thinking about it, and he suddenly asked, "How about we together?"