Li Fuyao, who had not yet figured out the situation, saw the sword stabbed at him, and after a short period of distraction, he quickly pulled out the wooden sword at his waist, put the horizontal sword in his chest, and picked it up, and stabbed the sword straight away, and then stabbed the sword on the body of the sword to make it sway, as if he was drunk.

Li Fuyao took a few steps back, looking at this strange Lost Sword, not to mention how surprising, he had seen the scene when Chen Sheng picked up the White Fish Sword in the White Fish River when he had not yet walked out of White Fish Town, and that sword even turned into a big white fish at that time, which was much more terrifying than the rusty Lost Sword now.

It's just that the unrelenting sword didn't look like it was going to retreat after the sword was not completed, and after regrouping, it was another sword stab, Li Fuyao dodged sideways, and the wooden sword slapped on the sword body of the sword, making a slight sound, and then Li Fuyao thought about reaching out to hold the hilt of the sword, who knows, the sword quickly galloped away, and after stopping in the distance, he didn't easily take out the sword, but pointed at Li Fuyao with the tip of the sword.

Li Fuyao looked at the sword in confusion, and said helplessly: "Brother Sword, this is a good conversation, why are you in a hurry?"

Li Fuyao didn't speak, but as soon as he opened his mouth, the sword seemed to be eager to try, which made Li Fuyao smile bitterly and really shut up. The bottom of this cliff is weird, and it seems that I can only meet the seniors in the bamboo house.

Li Fuyao raised his eyes to look at the bamboo hut in the distance opposite, and finally walked back into the stream.

As soon as I stepped down, I felt the sword qi in the stream, wisps by wisps, and I couldn't count them.

Li Fuyao walked a few steps, and some blood water surfaced from the stream, and after walking a few steps, those sword qi entered the meridian blood along the opened openings, and at this time, Li Fuyao frowned, some sweat appeared on his forehead, and he took a few steps forward and stepped ashore.

But as soon as the scenery changed, he returned to this shore.

Li Fu was stunned and speechless, if it weren't for the wound under his feet reminding him that this was not a dream, he really wanted to attribute what was happening in front of him to some kind of illusion.

But since he was about to return to this place when he walked to the other side, if he said that there was nothing in this place, Li Fuyao would not believe it.

He turned his head to look at the sword and asked tentatively, "What should I do?"

As if he was still angry, Bu Fu Jian turned around and ignored Li Fuyao.

Li Fuyao touched his head and said with a smile: "Pointing and pointing?"

Bu Fujian reluctantly pointed to the stream, seeing that this was to ask Li Fuyao to go again.

Li Fu shook his mouth, "You didn't lie to me?"

This time, the sword is gone, and there is really no movement.

Li Fuyao looked down at his still bleeding feet, smiled to himself, and then really stepped into the stream for the third time, but this time when he walked to the other bank, he returned to the shore.

Li Fuyao looked helpless, and this time he turned his head to see that he couldn't recover the sword, and the latter ignored him.

Li Fuyao found a big stone at random and sat down, wiped the blood stains for himself, and then said a little helplessly: "This must be some kind of illusion or formation, but how to break it, Brother Sword, you have been here for so long, and you don't say that you will point out the way out, forget it, if you give advice, eighty percent will also tease me." ”

The sword was in the distance, completely ignoring this Li Fuyao, who had been talking to himself.

Li Fuyao continued to sit still, and after looking at the sky for a long time, he suddenly scolded in a low voice.

I sat for almost two or three hours, and there was no sign of the sun moving westward.

It's clearly an illusion.

So Li Fuyao, who seemed to have figured out something, walked into the stream for the fourth time, and then unfortunately returned to the same place when he was about to step on the other side.

This made Li Fuyao a little distressed, he turned his head again to look at the sword that was no longer recovered, then took a breath and stepped into the stream again, and finally returned to the same place without accident.

Li Fuyao was a little desperate.

What does this mean exactly?

Sitting on the shore, Li Fuyao looked down at his feet, and then turned his head to look at the stalk again.

Still no answer.

"What the hell does that mean?"

Li Fuyao looked up at the sky, but he really felt that he couldn't think clearly.

After sitting for another half an hour, Li Fuyao walked the way he had come, went to see the broken sword, and went to see the stone where the sword was lying down, but after seeing it, he felt that it was not beneficial at all, and finally returned to the stream.

If it hadn't been for the uncles who warned him not to use his sword at will before he came down to the bottom of the cliff, he would have wanted to use a sword against this stream a long time ago, but with the way he is now, if he can't go to the other side, it seems that it is impossible to see that sword?

So after not knowing how many times he returned in vain, Li Fuyao stepped into the stream again.

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The bamboo house not far from the other side of the stream, located on the bluestone, is not simple to build a bamboo house in the place where there is no green bamboo at the bottom of the cliff, and now there are two people sitting opposite each other in the bamboo house, not the white-haired hermit master as Li Fuyao thought, but just two young people.

One man and one woman, one gray and one white.

The young man in the gray robe smiled and said: "I originally thought that soon after the sword fell, a disciple of Jianshan should come to take it away, and respectfully enshrined it in that Sword Immortal Palace, but I couldn't wait for a long time, so I gradually thought that Jianshan had forgotten this stubble, but I was a little resentful when I thought about it, Liu Xiang's sword qi was unparalleled back then, and he was the most chic and comfortable sword immortal in the world. But after so many years, no one has come to pick it up, which has made me have some expectations, but now Jianshan has let such a junior come to take it, and after the battle that day I want to come to Jianshan, it will wither more and more. ”

The woman in white laughed softly: "Even so, it is really a bit too much for you to let that young man walk through the sword stream a hundred times before he can get by, you put it in front of the stream to imply that he is infatuated, but is he so stupid?"

The gray-robed man said indifferently: "Don't say anything else, in short, even if you want to see me, at least you have to test him, as for the rest of the matter, that is, I have been here for too long, otherwise how can I pay attention to the swordsman of this realm, the opponent of the year casually brought out a character who could not die anymore by blowing a breath, how can I look down on him?"

The woman in white shook her head and sighed: "If his kendo has a promising future, he is expected to become the second Willow Lane, why not?"

The gray-robed man said calmly: "There is only one willow lane in the world, how can there be a second willow lane?"

The woman in white remembered something from the past, and was quite touched for a while, and after being silent for a while, she stopped making a sound, just looked out the window, although she couldn't see the scenery clearly, but she could probably know through the sword qi that the young man had stepped into the stream again.

She sighed in a low voice: "No matter what, there are so many swords under the cliff, you have to give him one." ”

The gray-robed man was almost stereotypical and impersonal, "If he is not a fellow believer, the sword under the cliff will naturally not be able to take away, no wonder I can't blame you, only himself." ”

The woman in white was dumbfounded and couldn't say anything.

The gray-robed man stood up and said to himself: "Before the First World War, Liu Xiang was able to grow thousands of miles with a sword qi, and was called the most powerful sword qi by the swordsmen in the world, only in ancient times, I don't know how many swordsmen gave up the sword intent swordsmanship they originally studied, and turned to ponder on the sword qi, but what was the result, Liu Xiang, who had the strongest sword qi, faced the enemy in Sword Mountain, and even a big demon was never cut down, even the woman Xie Lu also cut off two, Liu Xiang was said to be unparalleled in the world of sword qi, so unbearable, isn't he slapping himself in the face?" Back then, the four words of high spirits were biased to anyone, but I only think that Liu Xiang can be called, in this case, how can he die on the Sword Mountain?"

The woman in white frowned and said, "Then what do you think?"

The gray-robed man smiled and said nothing, he just walked out of the bamboo hut to see the young man who had spent more than a hundred times walking down the stream to finally come over.

It's hard to say whether he is a fellow practitioner, but at least he feels that he is qualified to talk to him.

Only when he walked out of the bamboo hut.

The sound of swords at the bottom of the cliff was endless, one higher than the other.