Six thousand years ago, there was a sword competition, and the two opponents were two sword immortals.

One is Liu Xiang, who dares to say that "the sword immortals in the world are like stars, and I am the only one who is the bright moon", and the other is the most shining ten thousand feet among those stars.

The two of them are the 10,000 feet who walked the farthest in the way of the kendo 6,000 years ago.

Six thousand years later, the two met again, although both of them died, one left a sword qi behind, and the other only had a wisp of remnant soul.

But after all, it is a sword immortal who has been famous for 6,000 years, and even so, this sword competition is still earth-shattering.

If the two of them were prosperous and still alive in the world, they were afraid that the current mountains and rivers would have already rewritten the situation.

Think about Chao Qingqiu, the first person in the world, standing side by side with Wanqi and Liu Xiang.

The three of them were angry, but they were afraid that not only the saints of the three sects in the mountains and rivers would be afraid, but even the demons and demons would have to avoid their edge.

Liu Xiang glanced at the green silk in Li Fuyao's hand and sighed, "It's been six thousand years in the blink of an eye?"

Wanqi's face was expressionless.

After he saw Liu Xiang's sword qi, he no longer had the slightest yearning for the outside world, and the only thing he wanted to do now was to defeat Liu Xiang, he didn't worry that no one would see the witness, because of Li Fuyao.

He glanced at Li Fuyao and said calmly: "Remember to tell the world that Wanqi will fight with Liuxiang today." ”

There are many deep meanings in this sentence, telling the people of the world that they must say the result of victory or defeat, and Wanqi will not necessarily win, but he doesn't care, because even if he can't win, it's not a big deal, because he has completely dissipated in the world.

If he wins, he can naturally say that he is better than Liu Xiang once, which is the supreme honor.

Liu Xiang has been in the world for a lifetime, except for the one who died in the end, who is really aggrieved, and the rest of the swordsmen, who is really better than the sword in his hand?

Liu Xiang untied the sword on his side, lowered his head and muttered: "The weeping willow alley next to the street is deep, and the sword is not there." ”

Liu Xiang died in Sword Mountain, and the sword fell off the cliff, Li Fuyao had seen it, so he was naturally no longer here.

Liu Xiang stretched out his hand and smiled: "Borrow a sword." ”

Li Fuyao let go of the hilt of the sword, and the green silk flew into Liu Xiang's hand.

Bai Zhihan is his valued junior, although Qingsi is not cast by him, he recognizes the breath of Liu Xiang, so he does not resist.

There was still some excitement.

In fact, if Liu Xiang used green silk against the enemy, Li Fuyao would definitely have some benefits afterwards.

Wan Qi suddenly said: "My method is on that white bone. ”

The method he said was naturally how to cultivate more than one natal sword, Li Fuyao wanted to know about it before, but Wanqi insisted that Li Fuyao couldn't get out alive, so he didn't plan to pass it on.

But now it's different, 10,000 feet know that you will die, so you naturally no longer hide it.

In the final analysis, Wanqi is not the kind of person who is extremely vicious.

If it's really that kind of character, I'm afraid I won't have such a high achievement in kendo.

Kendo goes straight to the heart.

Wanqi suddenly said, "You go out." ”

Now, Wanqi has changed his mind again.

In that battle six thousand years ago, there were no bystanders, because Liu Xiang didn't want to see others look at his sword, and now he didn't let Li Fuyao watch the battle, in fact, he still felt that he couldn't beat Liu Xiang.

Li Fuyao glanced at Liu Xiang.

The latter nodded.

Li Fuyao withdrew from here as he said, and even closed the stone door in the end.

He stood in front of the stone door and looked at the two lines of words on it.

Imagine how high-spirited Willow Lane was back then.

Liu Xiang, who is really merry in the world, is afraid that it is only after he ascends to the peak of kendo that he has not thought about the period before he thinks about pursuing immortal immortal.

At that time, Liu Xiang was cut with a sword when it was unfair, and he would not be afraid of anything.

Chao Qingqiu is the only sword immortal in the mountains and rivers, and he is said to be the first in the world in terms of killing power, but in fact, he is not really romantic.

Because he has a lot to think about.

Chao Qingqiu, who is carrying the swordsman's lineage, is afraid that it is Liu Xiang, and he must also admire.

......

......

Inside the Stone Gate.

Liu Xiang carried the green silk and said with a smile: "Ten thousand feet, fight a thousand times and ten thousand times, you are not my opponent, and there is no one in the world who is my opponent." ”

The gray-haired Wan Qi said calmly: "You look at the sky in Willow Lane, everyone looks at you Willow Lane, and naturally it is destined to fail to reach your height." ”

"But this battle is my heart's desire......"

Wanqi said calmly: "If your sword qi doesn't fight with me, it's not to dissipate between heaven and earth, why bother." ”

Liu Xiang just laughed and didn't speak.

Wanqi sighed: "I heard that the current world is very bad, not like back then. ”

Liu Xiang smiled and said, "You and I can't change it, we can only hope for these young people, that young man is vibrant, I felt it just now, he actually has Jianyu on his body, it can be seen how much Jianshan values him." ”

The sword jade that symbolizes the Keqing of Jianshan, there were not many of them taken out before, and those who could hold a piece in their hands were all sword immortals, and now there is a piece on Li Fuyao's body, in addition to saying that Jianshan has expectations for him, he can also know how Jianshan has decayed now.

Six thousand years ago, no matter how many Sword Sects there were, Sword Mountain was the leader.

Now that Sword Mountain is like this, the other Sword Sects in the world, just think about it, you can know how.

Wanqi frowned and said, "I don't like the way of the world today. ”

Liu Xiang was a little impatient, "This world doesn't belong to us anymore. ”

Wanqi stopped talking, but just reached out and flicked the sword.

The sound of swords rang out

This action is the same as it was 6,000 years ago.

Liu Xiang shook his head, "It's boring." ”

He took his sword and swept away.

Willow Lane's action is not fast, but it is full of beauty.

Ten thousand feet raised their swords to greet each other.

The green silk sword in Liu Xiang's hand slashed across Wanqi's shoulder, but at the first intersection, Wanqi was injured.

Pick up a large piece of flesh.

Wanqi smiled coldly, twisted the sword in his hand, and cut through the green robe of Liu Xiang.

Liu Xiang's toes were lightly tapped, the tip of the sword was pestleed, and he pressed out an arc, and his body swept away, and he carried another sword along the way.

Now that it has been realized, the realm cultivation of the two is almost the same.

It's just one of Willow Lane, and the other is 10,000 feet.

The current realm of the two of them is at most Taiqing Realm, but if they really fight each other, it will be far better than the ordinary Taiqing Realm.

For example, the sword in Liu Xiang easily cut through the shoulder of 10,000 feet, which would never be possible if it were Li Fuyao.

Wan Qi's face was expressionless, he didn't care about the injury at all, raised his sword to block, and after stopping this sword, he castrated with a sword in Liu Xiang.

The tip of the sword was raised, causing a wound that was neither long nor short to appear on Liu Xiang's forearm.

Liu Xiang frowned.

The tip of the green silk sword tapped on the ten thousand zhang length, and Liu Xiang took two steps back and stood with his hands in his hands.

He was silent for a moment, "I don't have much time left. ”

This is a sad story, I don't know if Liu Xiang left a sword qi elsewhere, if it is only this place, this sword qi has dissipated, and Liu Xiang has completely dissipated between heaven and earth.

Wanqi smiled: "So don't stay any longer." ”

Liu Xiang nodded, "Although you are not very good, kendo is really good." ”

Wanqi smiled and didn't say anything, just tossed

Out of the ten thousand zhang long, the countless waste swords that had been absorbed by him before rose into the air one by one, hanging on the side of the ten thousand feet.

Dozens of swords hung quietly in front of 10,000 feet.

It's not that the sword aura is fierce and the sword intent is vigorous, but it's like a bird relying on a human, very docile.

Wan Qi did not touch Wan Zhangchang, but casually stroked another broken sword.

The movements are gentle, as if caressing a woman's skin.

Extra pity.

Wan Qi said softly: "Liu Xiang, I will not be less than you in the way of the sword." ”

Liu Xiang rarely got serious, "We have to do something for kendo." ”

Wanqi was silent for a moment and nodded slowly.

Liu Xiang made a big move, and the stone door opened again.

Li Fuyao stood at the door, looking at the two people inside in some surprise.

Liu Xiang smiled: "Take a good look at this sword." ”

The voice was not loud, but Li Fuyao heard it clearly.

"Liu Jianxian ......"

Liu Xiang didn't turn his head, but said in a voice of remembrance: "Kendo can be higher...... It's just that we're all down the road, and if we have a chance, we may not have a chance. ”

"Just look at it well, and then we stepped into the Taiqing Realm, and it just so happens that we are also in the Taiqing Realm. ”

Willow Lane stopped talking.

But Wanqi opened his mouth again, "Even if I am a wicked person, I still don't lose my heart for swordsmanship." ”

Li Fuyao didn't know what to say, but nodded.

Wanqi was a little helpless, and said with a smile: "You learned my sword method, someone asked, if you don't think I have a bad reputation, you can talk about it, of course, if you can stand at the top of the sword path in the future, it will be better, forget it, you probably don't have that opportunity." ”

If Wanqi didn't say the last sentence, he would still be very much like a senior who had ardent expectations for his juniors, but he just said the last sentence, which made Li Fuyao a little crying and laughing.

Wan Qi naturally didn't care about Li Fuyao's feelings, but said again: "Remember to take my Wanzhang Chang out and find a good master for him, how can he be a sword embryo." ”

This is another stab in Li Fuyao's heart.

Liu Xiang waved his hand, signaling that there was no need to say any more.

Wan Qi retracted his thoughts, and the dozens of swords in front of him began to regain their sword intent, and the sword qi that had been absorbed by him before returned to the sword body again.

Wanchi's appearance began to age, and his gray hair began to turn snow-white.

The arm is back as thin as before.

But there is a lot of sword intent here.

Liu Xiang stretched out his hand and took a step forward.

The sword aura is masterful.

The sword flashed up.

It's too dazzling.

Li Fuyao could only vaguely see this sword.

But it's still not real.

Dozens of swords came in unison, and Liu Xiang raised his sword to greet him.

I don't know how long it took.

Bang bang!

What caught my eye was dozens of swords falling down in unison.

When I looked closely, there was no willow lane, and there were no 10,000 feet.

In the stone gate, apart from the swords, there was only a robe.

It's just that the green silk is inserted into the robe.

The difference between victory and defeat is obvious.

Li Fuyao stood outside the door, stunned.

From the time I went from the cave to the words I saw, and the current battle between the two, did you ever expect something?

Today's events are really like a dream.

After thinking about it, Li Fuyao walked in, picked up the green silk, and hung the sword on his waist by the way, stroking the hilt of the sword, feeling the chill that was not as good as before, and he had a lot of thoughts.

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