There was a soft thud.

It's like someone calmly piercing a small blister with a sword.

It's not even that loud.

But it's enough to be heard.

Li Fuyao, who was covered in blood, opened his eyes, and there were majestic sword qi wandering all over his body in the four meridians and eight veins, and occasionally sword qi leaked out of his body, which made these dozens of swords pause slightly.

The sound of the green silk sword was louder and louder, and he seemed excited.

This green silk, in the past against the enemy, almost never had such a move, this is not incomprehensible, the previous owner of the green silk is the sword embryo Bai Zhihan, is a swordsman who has reached the peak of the climbing realm, I don't know how many amazing and gorgeous swordsmen I have seen in my life, Li Fuyao was just a little swordsman in the green silk realm before today, how can he be seen by the green silk.

The sword has its bones, or it is approachable, or it is arrogant.

Qingsi undoubtedly belongs to the latter.

The old man stood in the distance, looking at Li Fuyao's appearance, the old man was not afraid at all, but chuckled: "What about stepping from Qingsi to Taiqing today, I will beat you back again." ”

The words fell, and the figure of the old man flashed away.

As a sword immortal who was once only weaker than Liu Xiang, the old man's judgment is rare in the world, and he knew that Li Fuyao was going to break through the realm, so the old man had to raise his sword to stop him.

Swordsmen break through the realm, and it has always been the spirit of the house.

Thinking of the saying Lingfu, the old man smiled and remembered that this statement only appeared six thousand years ago, and earlier, it should be called Sword Mansion, right?

This is the essential difference between a swordsman and a monk of the three sects.

Putting away his thoughts, the old man's sword smashed straight into the Yellow Dragon.

Under the cover of these dozens of swords, the old man was going to smash Li Fuyao's spiritual mansion with one sword.

Killing is everywhere!

The sword handed out by the old man, whether it was timing, strength or angle, was just right.

In fact, let such a former sword immortal have to study so many things when he comes out of the sword, and Li Fuyao is the first person.

When you enter the sea, you can naturally ignore all the opponents in the world.

But now, Li Fuyao told him that no!

A sword stabbed out, Li Fu frowned, but soon the green silk sword stopped down.

He stopped this extremely dangerous sword.

The old man did not hesitate, and if he failed to make one sword, the second sword slashed at Li Fuyao's head.

There was another sound of gold and stone intersecting.

Green Silk appeared where it was supposed to be.

In terms of material, I really don't know if the green silk sword is better than Wanzhangchang, or Wanzhang Chang is better.

The material of 10,000 zhang long is cold iron, but what about green silk?

Li Fuyao didn't know.

Anyway, since the sword was raised, no matter what the green silk sword encountered, it had never left any traces on its sword.

This time, the two swords intersected, and although the green silk sword stopped them, the sharp sword qi still made small bloody cuts appear on Li Fuyao's neck.

The sword aura filled the sky.

I don't know if it's Li Fuyao's sword qi, or the 10,000-foot sword qi that used to be a sword immortal.

Well?

A muffled snort.

Qingsi was pressed down on Li Fuyao's shoulder, and the sharp blade quickly sank into the flesh.

Blood instantly stained the sword body red.

Li Fuyao's face turned pale, he had just broken through the realm, and it was the moment when the old gas was exhausted and the new gas was not yet born.

This sword is so imposing.

There was this sword in front of him, and there were dozens of swords on his side.

This is the Jedi.

Li Fuyao gritted his teeth and raised his sword.

Keep the green silk sword away from your shoulder.

But soon I saw the old man lifting the sword, and swept it on the Qingsi sword, it turned out that this sword was still Lingfu.

Li Fuyao's face was pale, and Qingsi had no time to sweep back.

If you are stabbed by this sword, you will naturally die.

In a hurry, Li Fuyao suddenly stretched out his hand and grabbed the blade of a sword not far in front of him.

Although the palm of his hand was already drenched in blood after only a moment, he still grabbed this sword and stopped it from being ten thousand feet long.

With the power of a sword, he directly cut off the long sword that Li Fuyao grabbed casually.

But this also bought precious time for Qingsi, and the next moment Qingsi appeared in front of Li Fuyao again.

Li Fuyao began to regret why he didn't bring Sword Nineteen out.

After stopping this sword, the sword qi in the Lingfu was like a great river rushing, reconverging, and after a while, the sword qi in the sky burst out from Li Fuyao's body.

If it is said that the previous breakthrough is only a symbolic breakthrough, then the breakthrough at this time symbolizes that Li Fuyao has really taken another step forward in the way of the sword.

I don't know how noble kendo is, but I have to take it step by step.

The old man's face was expressionless, "What about Taiqing?"

He raised his sword and stabbed it out.

Li Fuyao took a few steps back, just in time to exit the situation surrounded by dozens of swords.

After standing still, Li Fuyao looked at the old man and said calmly: "You are old." ”

The three words made the old man frown slightly.

Yes, until now, Li Fuyao didn't know that he was old.

Even if he has been dead for six thousand years, even if he still has a remnant soul attached to the sword for this.

This allows him to exist in this state long enough.

Yes, it can only be said to exist, not to be alive.

The two remnant souls of the Sword Immortals on the Sword Mountain were able to survive for six thousand years because they had the sword of the entire mountain of Sword Mountain, and because of the accumulation of the heritage of the Sword Mountain, they could exist for such a long time.

And what does Wanqi have?

I'm afraid it's nothing.

So even if you live until now, you will grow old and you will die.

You can see it in his old countenance.

It's just that Li Fuyao had been tired of dealing with those swords before, and he didn't notice it.

Until these swords in the back.

He saw it.

His hands were shaking.

Trembling hands.

What old man who is dying doesn't shake his hands?

Suddenly there was silence.

It was so quiet that only Li Fuyao's slightly rapid breathing could be heard.

After a long time, the old man looked down at his thin arm, when he was competing with Liu Xiang for a sword, he was full of blood and energy, and he was in the prime of life, who would have thought that he would become such a ghost one day.

How can a person who can become a sword immortal not have his own pride?

The old man's voice was still bitter, "It's Liu Xiang, if it weren't for Liu Xiang, why would I be here? If it weren't for Liu Xiang, in the next big battle, I would have killed several big demons!"

Li Fu shook his head and said, "It's yourself." ”

It is you yourself is four words, but there are many meanings he expresses, you want to grow old because of yourself, you fell into this field because of yourself, and no one is to blame from beginning to end.

The old man smiled coldly, "Even if it's me, so what?"

Li Fu shook his head and didn't speak, he knew that even if some truths were true, if they were said, some people would disdain them, so why talk about it.

According to Uncle Liu Yibai's statement, that is the truth that doesn't make sense in the world, just use the sword to talk about it.

Let's talk about it with a sword.

Li Fuyao clenched the Qingsi Sword, took a deep breath, and said with a smile: "If I am lucky enough to kill my predecessor today, no matter what, it will be of great benefit to my sword path." ”

For the benefit of swordsmanship, it is not necessary to have any sword scripture or experience, for example, Li Fuyao, if he can really kill ten thousand feet, it will be a great boost to his confidence.

The man who killed the Sword Immortal?

Doesn't that sound overbearing?

The old man was silent for a moment, and then suddenly asked, "Have you rested?"

Li Fuyao didn't feel strange, since he decided to speak, in fact, both sides knew that this was just delaying time, Wan Qi was so old, and he was trembling after so many swords before, so he naturally had to take a break, Li Fuyao broke through the realm, and naturally took time to familiarize himself with this body.

The old man sighed, "Who would have thought that one day, Wanqi would be so calculating with a junior in the Green Silk Realm." ”

Li Fuyao corrected seriously: "No, it's too Qingjing." ”

What does it matter, it seems to have a lot to do with it.

When the words fell, Li Fu shook the green silk in his hand, and a sword was handed out.

Now he is as clear as the old man, fighting for life and death, and he never knows.

Not to mention that Li Fuyao still has a holy pill, which is equivalent to an extra life.

The sword was handed out, and Li Fuyao had the idea of exchanging injuries for injuries.

The old man looked a little tired and raised his eyelids, but after a while, Li Fuyao felt that something was not right.

Dozens of fierce sword qi suddenly appeared here.

Respectively from those swords.

The sword qi began to pour madly into the old man's body, and from a distance, it seemed as if dozens of swords were stabbing at the old man.

Li Fuyao's sword gave up halfway.

After countless sword qi frantically poured into the old man's body, the old man's face began to change gradually, the wrinkles began to fade from the original wrinkled face, and the thin arms began to become full again.

Except for the long gray hair, which has not changed, the rest is changing.

Li Fu watched as the old man changed from an old man back to a man with a young face.

Maybe this is the sword immortal from 6,000 years ago.

Countless sword qi swept away, and dozens of swords fell in unison.

Some of them broke off on the spot and became a pile of scrap metal.

The robe, which had been a little wide before, now fits well.

Wanqi looked down at his body, and there was some indescribable emotion in his eyes.

Li Fuyao suddenly felt that there was a majestic and boundless coercion.

The 10,000-foot in front of him is not just a swordsman, but more like a sword.

He held the handle in one hand, and with one hand behind him, his expression was flat.

"Although I couldn't return to Canghai for a short time, half a step was enough. ”

A young face appeared in front of Li Fuyao's eyes like this.

Li Fuyao clenched the green silk, his face turned pale, and blood ran down his arm.

Dripping on the ground.

Briefly return to the sea of 10,000 feet?

How short is this short?

Li Fuyao was bitter in his heart, but he was afraid that even if he ate that holy pill now, there was nothing he could do, right?

Wanqi sighed softly: "It turns out that it's been six thousand years." ”

6,000 years of vicissitudes, 6,000 years of world changes.

Ten thousand feet can only be here for these swords and the stone statues in Liuxiang for six thousand years.

It's really boring.

Li Fuyao looked at 10,000 feet, and 10,000 feet looked at Li Fuyao.

Outside the stone gate, someone looked at them.