Emperor Dayu Xu Ya!

This man's name was definitely louder than any of the monks present.

As the master of Dayu Emperor, he is also a sword cultivator in the Spring and Autumn Realm, his own cultivation is brilliant enough, and he is extremely beautiful, in the beauty list that Dayu himself made, he is also ranked in the top three, and in the entire Dayu, only two women can compare with Xu Ya in appearance.

Putting aside the appearance of the word, none of the women in the entire Dayu can compare to this Dayu Emperor.

Therefore, after Xu Ya spoke, the bow of the boat quickly fell silent.

It's not just those scattered cultivators, but the monks of the three sects on the ship are very sensible and keep their mouths shut, they are ordered to sneak into Dayu, waiting for the opportunity, if they inexplicably provoke this Dayu Emperor and be killed by her sword, how much loss should it be?

And this is obviously Xu Ya, as the master of Emperor Dayu, has enough reasons to kill.

A Spring and Autumn Realm sword cultivator is extremely weighty.

No one dares to provoke rashly.

The bow of the boat was as silent as a cicada, Xu Ya didn't bother to bother with these people anymore, holding down Xiuya, who was holding down the long sword hanging from his waist, when he turned around, he saw a young man in a green shirt standing on the bow of the boat.

A sword aura loomed.

Xu Ya stared at the long sword on the young man's waist, his eyes deep.

It was a little surprising to meet a sword cultivator here, even if it was her Xu Ya.

Xu Ya was originally a bold woman, after seeing this young man, she thought for a moment, and then walked over with two pots of wine.

It's not normal for sword cultivators to deal with sword cultivators?

She threw a jug of wine to the young man, and then casually asked, "Are you going to Sword Mountain too?"

At this juncture, the sword cultivator who went to Dayu obviously had no other possibility than to see who would be selected by the Sword Mountain to be the head of the Sword Mountain.

The young man nodded.

Xu Ya looked at the sword at his waist and asked bluntly, "Your sword is good, what's it called?"

Dayu Emperor Xu Ya has a frank temperament, jealousy and hatred, Dayu's wild cultivators all know that she has many monks' souls in her hands, and there are countless enemies, just because she is not only a sword cultivator in the Spring and Autumn Realm, but also a Dayu Emperor Master, and the most relied on courtier of the Dayu New Emperor, it is extremely difficult to kill her.

This time, she left the Imperial Capital Taiping City to chase and kill the imperial court criminals, which should have been the best opportunity to get rid of her, but who would have thought clearly, this Dayu Emperor had reached this high level, and he encountered no less than ten ambushes along the way, but he was unscathed.

By the way, it took the lives of many people.

So when Xu Ya makes up his mind to deal with a person, he is often very straightforward.

The young man smiled, "Mingyue." ”

There are many swords in this world, but there are not necessarily many swords called Mingyue.

There are many people in this world, but not everyone is named Li Fuyao.

The bright moon on Li Fuyao's waist is something hidden by Qingtianjun, as a big demon, even if Qingtianjun doesn't practice swords, his vision will not be too bad, and the quality of the sword he treasures will not be too bad.

Perhaps the swordsman on the sea who can go from the mountains and rivers to the demon land can't be too weak.

After these thousands of years, the sword that can still survive is even more so.

The Xiuya on Xu Ya's waist is already a good thing, but compared to this bright moon, it is also worse.

When Xu Ya heard the name Mingyue, she frowned, "What a man, why is the name of the sword so gentle?"

Li Fuyao smiled bitterly.

There are a lot of them, and not every one of them is used by men, and the names of some swords are gentle, which is normal.

Xu Ya drank two sips of wine, and saw that the young man had no temperament to talk, so he stopped talking, as a sword cultivator in the Spring and Autumn Realm, it was not easy for her to take the initiative to talk to a young junior, if she was hot and cold, this was something he would never be able to do.

The two sword cultivators stood at the bow of the boat and drank a few sips of wine, and Li Fuyao suddenly asked, "Senior Xu......"

Before he finished speaking, he was interrupted by Xu Ya with his mouth open, "Call me Master Xu." ”

Xu Ya is the master of the Dayu Emperor, and he is the only official in the entire Dayu who exceeds the first grade, according to the words of the new emperor of Dayu, no one in the Dayu government and the opposition can compare with the official position of this emperor.

And Xu Ya, who cultivated in the Spring and Autumn Realm to become an emperor, no one dared to criticize anything.

Who wants to say that it is not only difficult to get along with Emperor Dayu Xindi, but also difficult to get along with Xu Ya's sword.

Xu Ya has a hearty temperament, but the sword is also direct.

As for why she didn't want people to call her Senior Xu, there was actually no other reason, just because Xu Ya felt that this title was very old.

She is a beautiful woman, how can she accept that others call her old?

At this point, the women in the world are all of general temperament.

Li Fuyao changed his title a little helplessly, "Lord Xu, how many sword cultivators are there in Dayu?"

Since Xu Ya is the most famous sword cultivator in Dayu, she must be able to know how many sword cultivators there will be in Dayu.

Xu Ya raised his eyebrows and glanced at Li Fuyao a few times, thinking about his accent before, and then said, "It turns out that you are not a member of the Yu Yu clan." ”

Li Fuyao took a sip of wine, thinking about what makes sense of this?

Xu Ya stretched out his hand, looked into the distance and said, "A hundred." ”

There are few swordsmen in this world, and there are actually more swordsmen than swordsmen, but not all swordsmen dare to show their heads, some of them live in seclusion in the mountains, and it is really normal for no one to know about the sword cultivators.

The number of people Xu Ya knows is a hundred, which is already a large number.

Li Fuyao asked, "Will they go to Sword Mountain?"

This is what Li Fuyao is concerned about.

Li Fuyao never thought that the sword cultivation in the world was all the same qi, just like the three sects, there would be some different voices in it, even if the swordsman fell to the present, he would definitely not be really twisted into a rope.

It's just not loud.

It's all relative.

Xu Ya shook his head and said, "There may not be many people who want to go." ”

Li Fu shook his breath, and then didn't say much about these things.

After a while, Li Fuyao began to talk to Xu Ya about those things about kendo.

In a blink of an eye, it was time for the moon and stars to be scarce.

The moonlight sprinkled on the water, on it, looks very good.

Li Fuyao thought that the sword on his waist was called Mingyue, so he laughed.

Xu Ya smiled: "It's a good match." ”

Apparently she thought of it too.

Li Fu sat cross-legged on the bow of the boat, put the bright moon on his lap, and was soon dragged by him to hover in mid-air, the long sword swimming in front of him, or it didn't take long for it to stay on the water.

In the moonlight, the sword body was very bright.

Xu Ya looked at the sword and asked, "Your natal sword has such a poor connection with yourself, how did you do it?"

These things involving one's own cultivation are the only ones that Xu Ya can speak so bluntly in front of such an outsider who meets in the water.

It has to do with her heart.

Li Fuyao listened to these almost straightforward words, and without talking, he couldn't say that it was his pseudo-natal sword.