On the night when the moon was shining, Li Fuyao traveled far away.

It was only a moment later that there was a woman with a hanging sword in front of the little mouse's cave, and she looked up at the white streak in the sky, which was inconspicuous in the night, but he could see it clearly.

The woman's figure came to the cave in an instant, and when she saw the two rat demons, a man and a woman, her expression was flat.

The little mouse had only seen a swordsman like Li Fuyao who was not bad-tempered, but he didn't think that all the swordsmen in the world were like Li Fuyao, and for a while, he didn't rush to speak.

The thin woman saluted and said softly, "This sword immortal...... Fairy, but that Sword Immortal Master's companion?"

She habitually wanted to call the woman the Sword Immortal Master, but fortunately, she quickly changed her name.

The little mouse was glad for his daughter's wit.

The woman with the hanging sword was silent for a moment, and then asked straight to the point, "What is the style of his sword?"

Although the little mouse is a lowly demon cultivator, he is not stupid at all, just this sentence, he can determine that this woman does not know Li Fuyao, since he does not know, will it be the enemy?

Therefore, the woman spoke, and the little mouse did not speak for a while.

The thin woman asked, "Dare to ask this fairy, but the enemy of the sword immortal master?"

The woman also knew the scruples of these two people, and said bluntly: "There are no swordsmen in the world who are enemies. ”

There is sincerity in the words.

Although the tone is cold.

The little mouse was at ease, and after thinking for a while, he said, "The Sword Immortal Master has many swords, and it seems that there are a total of seven. ”

The woman frowned and said, "Seven handles?"

The swordsman in this world, which one is not a sword in his hand, and the world will go, why, this one is a blacksmith, and there are so many swords?

The little mouse said in a low voice: "I vaguely remember that there are a few swords called Ten Miles of Bright Moon or something......

Then the little mouse told Li Fuyao all the styles of those swords, but some swords had only been seen once, so he didn't see it very clearly, and naturally he couldn't say it clearly.

The woman nodded, not embarrassed by the two of them.

Knowing what she wanted to know, she tossed her sword and Edgeworth swam away.

The thin woman whispered, "Daddy, we shouldn't have said this. ”

The little mouse said helplessly: "Dad really doesn't want to lose you." ”

The tone of helplessness can explain a lot of things.

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As a genuine swordsman of the Ascending Realm, in fact, no matter what, it will not be too difficult to find Li Fuyao.

It's just that I don't know why, these days, no matter where Li Fuyao appears, although she will definitely arrive, but the time will deviate a lot, and it must be later.

Just like in front of those two rat demons just now, if she really wanted to see Li Fuyao, she would go directly to chase after her, and it wouldn't be long before she could appear in front of that young man.

What do you need to know when the time comes, isn't it better to ask the deity directly with one mouth?

It's just that she followed behind Li Fuyao gracefully, not knowing what to ask for.

The sky was white, Li Fuyao's sword was almost a thousand miles, and the bright moon under his feet was already shaky, so he could only choose to land.

In the middle of a mountain.

Running water hits the stone.

Pine and Cypress Sensen.

Li Fuyao was lying on a certain stone, watering and washing his face, looking relaxed.

I don't know why, suddenly I felt sleepy, leaned on the stone, and fell asleep.

And in the sky, the female swordsman who stood in the sea of clouds with the sword hovered in the sea of clouds, slashing out at the northwest, and the sword qi swept by, cutting the clouds open, churning.

She looked into the distance and sneered, "Get out." ”

A Spring and Autumn Realm demon cultivator hundreds of miles away was severely injured by her sword that cut off an arm.

Looking at this, his face was shocked.

Then he didn't stop for a moment, and his figure had already swept away.

This climbing realm swordsman who appeared in the demon land inexplicably is really not easy to mess with.

And the temper is extremely bad.

At the same time that the demon cultivator was far away, on the other side of the sky, there was a red-haired man standing on the top of a certain mountain.

This guy, who is said to be the first person under the sea of demon land, is holding a knife, feeling the sword aura, and ready to move.

The monk of the demon land, as long as he ascends the realm, no one dares to say that he can defeat him, the swordsman is dominant in the same realm, he really wants to see what kind of invincible method the female swordsman is.

Behind him was Xiqiu, who was also full of fighting intent in his eyes.

Xishan didn't need to turn his head, he could know what Xiqiu was thinking, he carried the knife and said: "Courage is commendable, but it is naturally stupid to face an opponent whose realm is far higher than you countless times higher. ”

Xiqiu snorted, and then asked, "It's not a good thing that there are two Ascending Realm swordsmen in the Demon Land, right?"

Xishan smiled: "Where did the two come from, except for this woman, isn't the other one that young man?"

Xiqiu was stunned for a moment, and then lost his mind, that day at the head of the city, he was the first person to be knocked down by Li Fuyao, and he was one of the few people who survived, for that young man, he could clearly know that he must be an extremely extraordinary swordsman, but if he could say that he could go upstairs, it would be nonsense.

"Before Chao Qingqiu left the demon land, he must have given him a life talisman, even if the Canghai demons wanted to kill a young swordsman, they were afraid that they would be approached by Chao Qingqiu in the future, so this life talisman was naturally very heavy until he climbed the stairs. ”

Xiqiu asked, "Then Uncle is not ready to make a move?"

Xishan looked at Xiqiu and said softly: "What I want to find is a fair fight, if I shoot at that woman today, if I don't say anything else, it will cause a lot of waves, and if that life-saving talisman is used on me in the end, what do you think?"

Xiqiu laughed in a low voice: "Uncle is also a little scared. ”

Xishan said calmly: "Chao Qingqiu's means, fear, not ashamed. ”

"You go to that bitter cold land this time, pay attention to everything, without the support of the clan, this trip is really a journey of life and death, just don't take that young man too seriously, he is not your lifelong enemy, if you really want to choose, choose one of Hu Yue's little cubs." ”

Nishiyama's words were flat, as if he was stating something ordinary.

In fact, for Xishan, these things are not special, they are all very common.

Xiqiu nodded, with some complicated emotions in his eyes.

Xishan is not going to say anything more, there are some things that he can say, he has already said, and the rest is all up to him to understand, if he can't realize it, he can't practice it.

On the path of cultivation, others can do something for you, but they will never pull you along this path.

It's hard to walk around.

Xishan looked up at the majestic sword qi.

Compared with the one in Qingqiu that day, it is much weaker, but it is by no means powerless.

It's just that I've seen Chao Qingqiu's sword, and it's hard for anyone in the world to look down on the rest of the people's swords.

Standing on the top of the mountain in the end, Xishan waited until the sword qi slowly dissipated, and he didn't make any slashes.

It's just that the fighting spirit is undiminished.

He still watched the female swordsman Edgeworth go.

It is said that the sword is gone, but in fact, it is still coiled within a radius of a hundred miles, once a demon cultivator above the morning and dusk appears here, it is almost needless to say, it is a sword handed out.

The mighty sword qi hovered around here for hundreds of miles.

She is like an old farmer hoeing in the field, working diligently to prevent half a bird from eating her own crops.

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After Li Fuyao woke up, he continued to go south, and on the way thereafter, he did not encounter any of them to climb the building, but there were several vicious battles in succession, one was a siege by several Taiqing, that fierce battle Li Fuyao fought to exhaustion, after killing two, he was also seriously injured, and finally I don't know why, the other three surviving Taiqing fell inexplicably.

Li Fuyao, who survived, found a place to concentrate on recuperating from his injuries, and another month passed.

He didn't know that not far behind him, there was a female swordsman who had ascended the stairs realm and followed him all the way.

In particular, some demon cultivators in the Spring and Autumn Realm were forced to retreat by her sword, and there were very few dead people under her sword, at most they were only seriously injured.

One day later, Li Fuyao was close to a relatively prosperous small city, because it was about to approach Beihai, and the architectural style here was closer to the mountains and rivers.

After entering the city, I was surprised, this city was built in imitation of the pattern of Luoyang City, Luoyang City, as the imperial capital of the Yanling Dynasty, is one of the few male cities on the side of the mountains and rivers, I don't know how much time it took to build, how many people were recruited.

It's just that Luoyang City was built by ordinary people, but this small city was built by demon cultivators, so it was naturally much faster, but it was similar in layout, and it was still a lot worse in subtleties.

After Li Fuyao quietly entered the city, he did not make a noise, and settled in a small inn, this small city called Flying Fish City has many Terran monks, and there are three sects and nine streams in the city.

Because the human race has a lot of wild cultivation, it doesn't look like a demon earth city, nor does it look like a mountain sect in the mountains and rivers, but it is really a city between the world and the world.

Li Fuyao calculated, now the mountains and rivers should have begun spring, it is a good season for the recovery of all things, although the demon land is still cold and windy, but in fact it is much better than before.

After a little half a decade, there is a unique festival in the city that belongs to this Flying Fish City, as if it was because a certain high-level demon cultivator took care of the wild cultivators in the city before, and repeatedly repelled the arrogant demon cultivators outside, and the wild cultivators were grateful for their merits and chose to hold a celebration on this day every year.

In the past, the celebration was just an expression of gratitude, but after these decades, new things gradually emerged, such as every year at this time, there will be a martial arts competition in the city, so that this group of monks will compete on the stage, regardless of life and death, only superiority.

In the end, those who stand on the high platform will be rewarded with a magic weapon from the largest sect in the city, the Flying Fish Sect.

It's also strange to say that the city lord of Flying Fish City is a certain demon cultivator with a gentle temper, but he is almost absent from the city all the year round, but this Flying Fish Sect is completely a human monk, and there is no shadow of a demon cultivator.

When the Flying Fish City Lord was away, the major matters in the city were also solved by the Flying Fish Sect.

Over the years, fortunately, there has never been a major incident, and it is very peaceful.

Today's celebration is organized by the Flying Fish Sect, and this year's Caitou is a good sword that sharpens iron like clay.

Now the sword hangs over the castle tower, and whoever has the last laugh will be the sword.

In fact, this year's color head,It's also quite controversial,Most of the color heads in previous years are some good quality,Not used to kill the enemy's magic weapons,There are many wild repairs in Flying Fish City,But in comparison,There are really not many wild cultivators who learn swords。

After all, no matter how close to the mountains and rivers is, it is still the territory of the demon land.

This sword seems to be an unpopular thing.

In previous years, the color head was hung behind the castle tower, which was bound to attract a lot of people to come and watch, and the crowd was mostly coveting it, but this year, there were not many monks who appeared on the side of the castle tower, most of them came to see the excitement, and in fact, there was no interest in this sword.

There is a wine stall not far from the city tower, the stall owner is an old monk, and the realm is only before Qingsi, which can be said to be very low.

Wine is not a good wine, but it can be guaranteed that it is not mixed with water.

The price is also cheap.

It's just that even so, it is often said that the wine is bland and tasteless.

In fact, there are many people in the world like this, even if your price is fair and the drink is good, there will always be a few people who will pick bones in eggs.

The old monk who sold wine was a good-natured old fellow, perhaps because he suffered a lot when he was young, and when he was old, he no longer had the slightest temper, and he was happy to see everyone.

No, there is a strange guest here at the wine stall today, and others drink either a jar or a pot, but this one is good, as long as a bowl, who is this reasonable?

If you meet some bad-tempered bosses, maybe even if you have to turn your face, don't say that the wine is not sold, and maybe you will have to make the guests look good.

The old monk had a good temper, and when the young man smiled and asked if a bowl of wine was sold, the old monk already smiled and brought a bowl of water and wine, which was not good in the first place.

Water wine and wine, but he really didn't mix water in this wine.

After the young man with a large package on his back sat down, he took a sip of wine, neither scolding that the wine was probably a bowl of wine and half a bowl of water, nor complimenting a good wine against his will.

But his eyes were always on the sword on the castle tower.

The business of the wine stall is deserted, and now there is only one customer, young people.

Seeing that he should be a good-tempered offspring, the old monk smiled and chose a bench to sit next to the young man, and asked disrespectfully, "Childe is not from Flying Fish City, is he?"

The young man nodded and smiled, "I traveled around and happened to encounter a big event in the city, so I thought I would stay and take a look." ”

The old monk smiled, "Childe has an idea about that sword?"

It's straight to the point, and it couldn't be more straightforward.

The young man was stunned for a moment, and then asked in hindsight, "What do you say?"

While questioning again, the young man drank all the wine in the bowl in one gulp and said with a smile, "Another bowl." ”

The old monk's wrinkles seemed to be smoothed out, and he felt that this young man was really very good.

It's not like a chick who has just entered the rivers and lakes.

There are rivers and lakes in the rivers and lakes under the mountain, so there are no monks on the mountain?

Clearing his throat, the old monk smiled and said: "In this previous year's competition, the winner can certainly get a magic weapon, but you must know that everyone has different ideas, and the Tao of cultivation is different, not every monk has an idea about that color head, so if you win the end but have no idea about that magic weapon, what should you do? That is naturally a change of hands, there are so many monks in this city, there are always one or two who like but are not good." ”

The young man took a sip of wine, ordered other food by the way, and said with a smile: "Then the old man means that I have to spend money to buy this sword?"

The old monk smiled unabatedly, "Like us wild cultivators, the sword practitioners are the most unpopular, the combat power of these guys is often higher than other monks in the same realm, but compared to the orthodox swordsmen, it is 108,000 miles behind, and they are poor, this time Caitou is a sword, but there are a few wild cultivators who practice swords in Flying Fish City? Will they really be taken by those few wild cultivators who practice swords? At that time, the swords will still be those monks with good backgrounds in the city, but they have a fart to use the sword, and they don't have to sell it?"

"Can those poor guys afford it?"

"When the time comes, if the son wants, he can get it at a relatively fair price. ”

The young man put down the wine bowl, looked at it with a smile and reminded: "The old man seems to have forgotten one thing, if I am interested in that sword, then isn't it a sword practitioner?

The young man's reasonable words made the old monk embarrassed for a while, especially since he had bluntly belittled Ye Xiu who practiced swords before.

Those guys, although they haven't learned the killing power of a swordsman, really don't have a good temper.

But soon the young man laughed again, "I happen to be the guy who doesn't practice swords, but has ideas about swords. ”

The old monk breathed a sigh of relief, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and said with palpitations: "Childe's big pant is scared to death. ”

The young man smiled and asked, "If you pay for it, what is the fair price?"

The old monk thought for a moment before he said: "According to the temperament of the Flying Fish Sect, in the past, those magic weapons were worth at most one Taiqing Realm Demon Pill, but now there are not many people who want this sword, I'm afraid a few Green Silk Realm Demon Pills can be won." ”

Compared with the mountains and rivers, the demon land is much simpler, and the demon pill is the most direct and simple thing.

The value of magic weapon trading is reflected in the demon pill.

Li Fuyao nodded, after entering the city, he had basically heard about the things in the city, the largest sect, the Flying Fish Sect, was also a number of wild cultivation sects, and the exercises practiced in it could be described as varied, the sect master was a wild cultivator of Taiqing Realm, the second of the top ten masters in Flying Fish City, except for the elusive city lord, no one was his opponent.

Since the sect masters are only in this realm, the things that can be taken out are naturally not much better.

The old monk sighed: "In this year's competition, those Taiqing Realm monks will not make a move, Wu Wu in the Qingsi Realm has won the championship last year, and it should not end this year." ”

"Those guys who are considered famous should not be able to stand up to the pressure. ”

"Those who practice swords are destined not to win the championship, as long as the son prepares the demon pill, the sword can reach the son's hand. ”

The young man knocked on the table and asked, "Is there a way?"

The old monk was amazed and said, "Childe really has a heart?"

The young man didn't say much, but took out a small cloth bag, and when he threw it on the table, he made a lot of noise.

The old monk trembled and opened the bag, revealing the demon pill inside.

Colorful.

A full six demon pills.

The young man drank the last sip of wine, smiled and said, "Please bring the sword to the senior." ”

Then get up and leave on your own.

The old monk held the six demon pills in his hand and muttered in a distracted manner, "It's time to look away." ”

The event in Flying Fish City was held as scheduled a few days later, and since this year's Caitou was a sword, there were a lot more sword cultivators participating in this year's meeting.

Many people covet that sword.

It's just that who this sword fell to in the end, everyone is speculating, anyway, they think that it is those who practice swords and win the championship, less!

The conference was held for three days, and the last one to win the championship was a monk who had already been optimistic, it was Wu Wu's younger brother who won the championship before, Wu Duyun, after winning the championship, Wu Duyun shot the color head as usual, but no one thought that this time it was unusually smooth.

The sword was hung out, and someone immediately offered to take it away, and the five Green Silk Realm Demon Pills were not ambiguous at all.

No one cares who is bidding, anyway, when the money arrives, the sword is sold.

So the sword was easily taken away.

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The young man reappeared at the wine stall at the city gate after half a month.

This time, when he appeared, the old monk poured a bowl of wine and brought it up, and said in a low voice, "The sword that the son wants is done." ”

Although the voice is low, there is a lot of emotion in it.

The young man took a sip of wine, rubbed his hands and said, "Show me." ”

The old monk took out this sword from somewhere in the stall and said with a smile: "This sword has five Green Silk Realm Demon Pills. ”

How much demon pill was originally spent, and how did he get it, he shouldn't tell this young man, but since this young man is also open, he doesn't bother to hide it.

A Green Silk Realm Demon Pill, if the young man is cheeky and wants to go back, let him go back, he can't do this business in vain, anyway, it can be regarded as recognizing a person's face, but it is not bad.

If the young man continued to be frank, the old monk didn't mind making a real deal with him.

The young man drew his sword out of its sheath and saw the two words engraved on the sword.

"Shade the clouds. ”

The young man flicked the blade of the sword slightly, and then smiled: "It's a good sword." ”

The old monk said honestly, "The sword is good, that is, I think it is good when I like it, otherwise the five demon pills are a little unmarkable." ”

Li Fuyao said casually: "The demon pill that didn't go out was given to the seniors." ”

Then the young man hung his sword at his waist and was about to get up and leave.

Is it to do such a sword journey?!

The old monk hesitated to speak up about the business.

The young man who got the sword and didn't mind being the wronged leader had already gotten up, and he didn't have the heart to stay at all.

Before the old monk could open his mouth, the young man had long since disappeared.

Leaving Flying Fish City, the young man tore off the strip of cloth from the sword box behind his back, and dozens of miles out of the city, the young man stopped by a small stream.

The scenery here is excellent, it is sparsely populated, and it is a good place to kill people and sell goods.

The young man stood by the stream, looked into the distance, and suddenly smiled: "Since you have come, if you don't come out, you won't be able to take the sword from hiding." ”

As soon as the words fell, several sword-wearing monks appeared not far away.

The leader was a middle-aged man with a gloomy expression, he looked at the young man in a green shirt, "The sword stays, and people can go." ”

His expression was flat and his voice was cold.

All the sword-wearing monks looked at this side in unison.

The young man in such a situation actually looked at them leisurely, stretched out his hand and counted: "Seven people, seven swords, just right." ”

The middle-aged monk sneered, this guy really thought he was some kind of hermit master?

How dare you put on such a posture.

But before he could speak, the young man untied the sword box behind him, revealing the seven swords inside.

The sharp sword qi spread out between them.

Ten miles, bright moon, tall buildings, grass greening, sword nineteen, cloud-shading and the last green silk.