Li Yanhui's bronze knife was very lethal, making it a little difficult for Li Fuyao to deal with it.

I don't know what the specific effect of the Daomen's method of beheading three corpses is, but the most obvious and direct effect is that Li Yanhui's cultivation has skyrocketed compared to before, and the qi in the Lingfu does not know how much more majestic than before.

Li Yanhui in such a state can no longer simply be regarded as a Taiqingjing.

When a Confucian monk begins to kill people by means of casual cultivation, this is an extremely absurd thing, but behind the absurdity, it often means many other things.

Murder was rife in the city.

It's spring, and the wind is somewhat comfortable, but at night, it's a little chilly.

It's just that both of them are monks, so they shouldn't feel this.

But what about something else in the wind?

Whether it's sword qi or sword qi.

can make the wind in this spring night have something else.

Sword qi is the most headache in this world, of course, this sentence has to be added to Chao Qingqiu's four words, so that there is no logical error.

Li Yanhui had a robe of unknown quality, so that Li Fuyao's sword could not pierce it, thinking it was a good robe, but this did not mean that he couldn't feel the sword qi that filled it between heaven and earth.

It's so sharp.

From time to time, strands of hair were cut by the sword qi and then fell.

The bronze blade in Li Yanhui's hand shone brightly, and there were some strange runes on it, and he couldn't see what it was.

But it can be faintly seen that it is the runes on some Dao Gate runes.

In that case, this knife is also a Dao Gate magic weapon?

But the method of Taoism is embodied in a Confucian monk one after another, what kind of situation is this?

It's a little weird.

Li Fu shook his sword in his chest, took a breath, and then said, "You are not a Confucian monk. ”

Even if Li Yanhui said something very reasonable before, but now that Li Fuyao thinks about it seriously, he will definitely not be a Confucian monk, because without a Confucian monk, there will be so many Taoist magical powers.

He even looked at the robe he was wearing, and felt that it looked like a Taoist robe.

You don't need evidence to guess this, and after you make your own determination, it's hard for others to change their minds.

It's just that Li Yanhui admitted it very calmly.

Maybe he knows that today is either his death or Li Fuyao's death, and one of the two people must die here, so it is not a secret to tell these secrets.

So he stood there and began to tell a story.

Although Li Fuyao didn't want to hear the story in the middle of the night, it didn't seem to be a big deal to hear it, so he listened patiently.

The story is not very tortuous, but it is said that there is a child, after being led into the Daomen, he taught a lot of Taoism, and even gave a lot of good things, and then one day he was taken by his master to the Shen Xie Mountain, and met the master who was only turning over the road scroll in the Ascending Tower when he was on the mountain.

Guan Zhuliang is also the most famous monk under the clouds.

He is also the most powerful person in the whole world.

Therefore, to be able to see the Lord is the glory of most monks.

Naturally, the Guan Master would not say anything more to a little Taoist, just glanced at him, and after saying a good word, he was taken down the Shen Xie Mountain, and then two years later, Li Yanhui arrived at the gate of a certain academy in Yanling, and he became a scholar, the kind with good qualifications.

It was logical to enter the academy, and in the days to come, what I did was to practice and find out the news.

Confucianism and Taoism have never been allies, they are competitors.

They all want to be the only masters of this mountain and river.

One mountain does not tolerate two tigers, nor can it tolerate three tigers.

So Buddhism was driven out that year.

It is said that Buddhism voluntarily went to the Buddha land in the extreme west, but in fact, he was driven out.

is not as big as the fist of Taoism and Confucianism, so naturally it can only be driven out.

It seems that Li Yanhui was a monk who was inserted into Confucianism by the Taoist sect, I don't know how many.

Of course, there will not be a small number of monks planted by Confucianism in the Taoist sect.

This is a game between the two Taoist systems.

Although it seems a little disgusting.

Li Yanhui was silent for a long time, and then said: "My name is Yanhui, and I want to return to that place one day. ”

Wild geese come from the north to the south in autumn and winter, and return to the north every spring.

However, it has been more than 20 years since Li Yan returned to Yanling, but he has never had the opportunity to return to Liangxi.

It's like a wild goose that can't return north.

So he is miserable.

He wasn't the only one who thought about such pain.

There are many people in this world who do many things, and not all of them do what they like.

So not everyone is happy to live in this world.

Li Fuyao said: "Since it is painful, why not choose to end." ”

The definition of the end is really broad, maybe it is the end of life in Yanling, or it may be the end of life.

Li Yanhui looked at him with a smile, "We all have the responsibility to do something we don't want to do and have to do." ”

Li Fuyao did not agree with this statement, he said: "What you are doing is not just. ”

Li Yanhui said: "If the swordsman wants to reproduce the glorious period of 6,000 years, will you do so? Maybe I put it another way, if this is done to make the swordsman return to the glorious period of 6,000 years, will you choose to do so?" ”

We always hear so-and-so say that you can give up what you want to do.

So what can't the swordsmen give up in order to regain their former glory?

Li Fuyao thought about it carefully.

He hadn't spoken for a long time, and the spring breeze blew beside him, ruffling his hair.

Then he suddenly laughed, "No, because our swords are straight." ”

When he was on Sword Mountain, whether it was the ancestor Xu Lin or the three uncles, they all talked about swords with him.

The swords in their hearts are different, but in the end, it comes down to one sentence, our sword is straight.

Go straight and don't bend.

Even if Chao Qingqiu did something, it couldn't be said that his sword was not straight.

This is the Swordsman.

Because the sword is straight, it is so strong.

Maybe it's because it's so strong, the sword has to be straight?

No one can say clearly, but Li Fuyao is clear, doing something and not doing something.

It's like the story that Chen Sheng told before, will it be because he saves more people and sacrifices that part of the innocent people?

Li Fuyao felt unreasonable.

Thinking of this, he laughed happily.

The monks had an epiphany.

When you have an epiphany, it is always easy to break through the realm, and your cultivation will be higher.

But the swordsman is a little difficult, even if there is a genius like Wei Chunzhi in the world, who enters the morning and twilight, and the twilight is the spring and autumn.

But after all, in the minority.

Li Fuyao definitely does not belong to such people.

Even if he walks faster than ordinary people, it is because of opportunity.

There were a lot of people helping him.

Perhaps there were many hands behind him pushing him.

Those hands are stronger, so let him walk faster.

But pushing a puddle of mud makes it impossible to make the mud go faster.

Sometimes the epiphany is not reflected in making the realm more subtle, but in some other way, anyway, it is very interesting.

Li Yanhui felt that Li Fuyao's mood was much calmer, and he felt that those sword qi were a little sharper, so he frowned, and after a while, he said helplessly: "You are really not an ordinary person, you can calm down in a few words, if you survive today, it will be of great benefit to the realm." ”

Li Fuyao smiled and said, "Thank you." ”

Although they are adversaries, although they want to divide life and death, it does not mean that they cannot talk so well.

Li Fuyao rubbed his wrist, the green silk sword was full of green light, he looked at Li Yanhui seriously, and said, "Please." ”

Li Yanhui didn't rush to make a move, but said: "If I die, bring the knife back to Liangxi, anyway, you go everywhere, anyway, if you pass by Liangxi one day, you can throw it somewhere by the way." ”

Li Fuyao said: "I don't have so many things for you to do, because I don't want to die here." ”

Li Yan thought about it and said with a smile: "Okay." ”

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The victory or defeat between words can only be reflected in the person who is reasonable.

And for unreasonable people like Li Fuyao and Li Yanhui, it seems that it is easier and more direct to do it.

The sword light and sword light in the night reflect each other.

Countless majestic sword qi and sword qi were entangled in the city.

The runes on the bronze sword bloomed again and again, breaking the sword qi and forming a vacuum somewhere in the city.

This bronze knife is one of the few blades in the Daomen, in fact, in terms of fame, it is the same as the peachwood sword, and it is also the product of the Daomen's desire to challenge the swordsman's killing power back then.

It's just that like the peachwood sword, it didn't work out in the end.

But in any case, since it is something that the Dao Sect has spent a lot of energy to come up with, it is not comparable to ordinary spells.

The sword at the head of the city was like the rising tide of the sea.

There is a tide in the East China Sea, and when it rises, it is a monstrous wave, and the heaven and the earth are unrestrained.

Obviously, Li Yanhui has never been to the East China Sea, but this does not prevent his sword qi from being so powerful.

This thing has to do with the realm, with the state of mind, and has nothing to do with anything else.

Li Fuyao wiped his fingers over the blade of the sword, and his fingers swept a bloody mark on the sharp blade of the sword, and some blood fell on the sword.

The blood was especially vivid.

Li Fuyao used an extremely stupid method to raise a sword, and he used this stupid method to raise a sword day after day, and the progress was very slow, but it was very stable.

It seems like every step is well thought out.

Think too much, and sometimes something else comes up.

But more often than not, there are some benefits.

This is the case with Li Fuyao's sword raising, although the progress is slow, but the effect is excellent.

The phrase "slow work and careful work" is not bad at all.

Now after Li Fu shook his fingers and wiped the blade of the sword, the sword qi on the green silk sword was great.

This sword is much more powerful than before.

The swordsmen all know that there is a secret method that is not too advanced, and that is to sacrifice the sword with blood.

The blood must be natal essence blood, and the sword must be a psychic natal sword.

Both are indispensable.

The Green Silk Sword is Li Fuyao's natal sword, although it has not yet reached the point of being completely connected with his heart, but it is almost the same.

After his fingers brushed the blade of the sword, his face turned pale instantly, and the whole person became a little weak.

This secret method is not a good exercise, but it has a function, that is, it can exert great power in a short period of time.

The requirements are not too harsh, too clear, and not available.

Li Fuyao didn't dare to use this secret method in Baiyu Town before, because this secret method could only last for half an hour, and after half an hour, people would be extremely weak and almost no longer have combat power.

So Li Fuyao didn't dare to do this.

Because the opponent is far from just three or two.

As for any other situation, Li Fuyao didn't need to use this secret method, because in the same realm, he hadn't met any really difficult opponents, and Li Yanhui was the first.

Li Fuyao could think that he was not the strongest Taiqing Realm in the world, but he never thought that there would be a Three Sect Cultivator with such great ability to defeat him.

Li Fuyao's face was solemn.

Li Yanhui's method of beheading three corpses made him equivalent to three Taiqing integrated into one, although it must not be as good as the three people of the Daomen who climbed the building into one person to impact the sea, but in fact, in the Taiqing Realm, at least he has the ability to stand out from the crowd.

In other words, even Li Fuyao may not be an opponent.

It's just that Li Fuyao is not too worried.

Because of the previous sentence.

His sword is straight.

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With the sword qi on Li Fuyao's green silk sword, the sword qi at the head of the city began to slowly converge towards Li Fuyao's green silk, and the divergent sword qi was like a falling leaf in the sky, whether it was sword qi or anything else, it hurt people piece by piece.

When the sword qi converges into a line.

It's the most terrifying time again.

A line of swords, unusually sharp.

Li Yanhui watched these sword qi gradually become a line, and he was a little distracted, after he came to Yanling from Liangxi, in those days, he didn't do anything else except reading books and delivering news.

He didn't deliberately do this practice, but walked extremely fast.

This made him a little helpless.

The method of beheading three corpses is a technique that the Daomen doesn't know how many monks can't understand, but he has found another way, if he is in Liangxi, he may become the most brilliant monk in addition to the Dao.

But he arrived at Yanling.

Incognito can't be said.

He can only be a reader, and in order to better listen to the news, he can be brilliant, but not so brilliant.

It was his pain.

In addition to the pain of the North also.

There will be so much pain in the world, but who can face it with a smile.

Li Yanhui clenched the bronze knife, looked into the distance, and laughed in a low voice after a while: "Then look at my knife." ”

A majestic sword aura instantly arose on the city's head.

Boom –

Li Fuyao handed out a sword.

The sword qi converged into a line and swept towards Li Yanhui on the other side of the city.

Li Yanhui's knife was slashed horizontally.

The sharpest thing in this world is sword qi.

The most domineering thing in this world is the knife.

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Suddenly, the city fell into utter silence.

Li Fuyao's face turned pale as he watched the sword from east to west, from near to far.

I don't know if this sword is his strongest sword.

But it must be extremely strong.

The sharp sword qi converged into some, but it didn't make any movement, it was ordinary.

It's like a child who has just begun to learn swords, stabbing a sword crookedly.

It's not a bit loud, but it's powerful.

The sword is in the man, and the man is also there.

An extremely brilliant sword light was born in the night.

Li Yan looked back at the sword light and suddenly smiled.

He knew something in a matter of moments.

His sword is not as good as Li Fuyao's sword.

This is not the reason why the natural lethality of the swordsman is superior to that of the other monks, but something else.

A sword away.

Sword Nineteen and the grass grew green and let out a trembling sound of excitement.

Among Li Fuyao's many swords, the closest to him is the sword nineteen obtained in Beihai, and then the green silk, as for the grass gradually green, it was originally not very close, but later Wei Chunzhi and Cao Wanqing and his wife poured a sword qi into Li Fuyao's body, allowing him to open up another spiritual mansion, and the connection between Cao Wanqing and Li Fuyao was deeper.

That's why these two swords are so excited.

Except for these two swords and green silk.

High-rise buildings and bright moons are almost the same.

It's hard to say.

It was only at the same time that this sword was swung out, and the swords swept out of the sword box.

The snow-white ten miles of the sword body swept around, bringing up a series of sword lights.

The high-rise building hovered beside Li Fuyao, looking very calm.

As for the bright moon.

Angry bullfighting.

This sword is a little arrogant.

Li Yan looked back at these swords, as if he had seen a person.

He smiled and said, "Why are there so many of your swords?"

Although the heavens and the earth are big, I only have one sword.

This is the words engraved on Li Fuyao's sword box.

This is the mantra of many swordsmen.

Just imagine, after a certain swordsman was bullied, he swallowed his anger until one day, he suddenly became a little angry, so he took out a sword somewhere, looked at the person who bullied him with the sword, and said with a sneer, although the world is big, Lao Tzu's sword is enough.

What a scenario this should be.

After Li Fuyao watched the sword come out, he already knew the victory.

He looked at Li Yanhui, who was not dodging or dodging, thought for a while, and then said: "There are not many swordsmen, there are many swords, and some swords are destined to be buried, I don't want to." ”

Speaking of which, it was because of the sword immortal's ten-foot-old sword method that Li Fuyao chose so many swords, but in fact, he still couldn't bear to look at the sword that was fateful, and no one held it.

There are many swords in the world, but there are very few of them.

Li Fuyao smiled and was about to speak.

A moment later, another sword came out of the sword case.

Ten thousand feet long!

This sword is the sword of the sword immortal.

This sword immortal was the only peerless sword immortal who could fight with Liu Xiang back then.

His sword has always been extremely arrogant.

Wan Qi looks down on Li Fuyao, and Wan Zhangchang also looks down on Li Fuyao.

Li Fuyao was also reluctant to use this sword.

In the days before, they said that they "respected each other as guests", and no one was in anyone's way anyway.

When he met a swordsman he liked, he gave the sword away.

He never imagined that one day, he would be like this.

It turns out that this is also an interesting sword.

Li Fuyao looked at Wan Zhangchang, and suddenly smiled: "If you cut three corpses, there will be three Taiqing, I am not so powerful, only these swords, their previous owners are more powerful than me......"

This sentence is not a lie, don't say that the master of ten thousand feet is a sword immortal.

Let's just say that Qingsi is the sword embryo Bai Zhihan.

Ten miles, bright moon, grass getting green, high-rise buildings......

Li Fuyao said: "Although the world is big, I have a sword in my chest. ”

"Just a sword. ”

The voice fell.

The sword pierced Li Yanhui's body.