Chapter 111: The master is on the mountain, the sword fairy wants to draw a sword

Xu Ji, the ancestor on the mountain, has already picked up the old things about the ancient sword again. Although he has not yet descended the mountain, he is already fighting bullfight with sword aura. This kind of aura is the atmosphere that a swordsman who truly becomes a climate can have. If you follow the kendo senior who is proficient in poetry many years ago, you will have to describe the swordsman’s style in poems such as "The sword is used by a man, and the book can know the name." It's just that the kendo senior, kendo The cultivation level is really average. Although the poems are written very well, it does not make many people admire it. Back then, a sword fairy who had already sat high in the clouds said with a smile that if his kendo cultivation level could be half of the poems Skill, I don't know how many more fans there will be.
Xu Ji did not rush down the mountain, nor did he rush to pay attention to the things down the mountain. He was just accumulating momentum. He had not made a sword for decades, and now he must die the strongest sword in this body if he wants to make a sword. Otherwise, how could he stop it? Live the subject.
In front of the ruined temple, the statues of Liu Yibai and Xie Lu were full of cracks, but Liu Yibai didn't care at all. He stood in front of the ruined temple, climbing to the peak with a sword intent, and his whole body was radiant, holding his waist. When weeds, the sound of swords rang out from time to time.
He looked at the senior sister Xie Lu beside him, laughing, "Junior sister, this sword is definitely the strongest sword in my life, it's really great."
Xie Lu nodded and said softly: "Brother Liu Jianqi, comparable to the sword fairy Liuxiang."
This sentence, whether true or false, is a great affirmation of Liu Yibai.
It is a good thing to be able to compare with Sword Fairy Liuxiang, who arrogantly dominated the mountains and rivers with his sword spirit.
Liu Yibai chuckled, flattering the little junior sister very well.
He turned his head and smiled at Xie Lu and said, "I took this last sword as a gift to Fuyao. What do the younger sisters think?"
Xie Lu nodded, "Although it still seems that the brother is a little unhappy, it is also very good."
Liu Yibai was noncommittal. He just walked out of the ruined temple and suddenly said loudly: "Li Fuyao, be optimistic about this sword, your uncle, I will leave you with the last sword, carefully watch it."
Li Fuyao, who was thinking about the match with the ancestor before the deduction, suddenly raised his head and looked at the ruined temple.
Liu Yibai in Tsing Yi, with weeds unsheathed from his waist, instantly burst into sword energy before breaking the temple. Liu Yibai laughed, and stepped out, bringing boundless sword energy, and swept down the mountain.
Li Fuyao frowned, ran forward a few steps, and quickly closed his eyes.
Look at this sword carefully.
Although he still doesn't know to whom this sword was made.
The swordsman Liu Yibai went down the mountain mighty.
After Li Fuyao closed his eyes, he only felt a bright light flashing in front of him, and at the same time some things seemed to be floating beside him. He wanted to reach out and grab it, but he didn't necessarily catch it.
But it feels dazed, but there is no doubt about it.
This is Liu Yibai deliberately.
After Liu Yibai came down the mountain, Xie Lu, who embraced the peach blossoms, walked a few steps, came to Li Fuyao, stood with the boy for a while, and was better than the current boy's height. She clearly remembered that he went up the mountain. She was about the same height as her when she was, but now she is half a head taller than her, so that Xie Lu had to raise his head slightly to speak.
Xie Lu gestured with his hands, and suddenly whispered softly in Li Fuyao's ear, "Little guy, Shishu has gone down the mountain, and you will walk alone in the future. Remember to take care no matter what. , If one day you can really become that kind of sword fairy, remember to mention your name, Shishu Liu. He is very stingy. By the way, Shishu will ask you again, what you have seen in your life Who is the most beautiful woman ever?"
Li Fuyao closed his eyes with concentration to observe the sword, without opening his mouth to answer.
Therefore, Xie Lu just smiled to himself: "Then assume that Uncle Master is the most beautiful woman you have ever seen in the world."
"The last thing, Li Fuyao, after you see your master Chen Sheng, remember to give me a sword and tell him that if you miss Xie Lu, you miss the best woman in the world!"
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After saying this, Xie Lu suddenly turned his head to look at Ye Shengge, and said a word toward this Taoist species. The Taoist species stood up, thought for a moment, and finally nodded.
Xie Lu is satisfied.
After turning her head, she hugged her sword down the mountain.
The walk is very free and easy.

On the Menchen Mountain Road, the watcher walked up the mountain for a few steps, and then felt a sharp sword aura in front of the door. This sword, not to mention the sword intent, just to talk about the sword aura, is enough to be regarded as his life. The second fierce sword I have ever seen.
As for the first sword, it was naturally the one made when he climbed Shenxie Mountain in Qingqiu.
That sword, although it was not aimed at Qingqiu, if a sword fairy was really willing to use his sword to cast a sword against these mountain monks, no matter what, it would not be a trivial matter.
That sword back then made the Taoist priests on Shenxieshan dare not breathe.
Nowadays, although the sword spirit is still sharp, the sword is still far from the sword. Although there is a realm of this sword, most of them also have their kendo attainments, which are not on the same line. reason.
Regarding the things in Kendo, in many cases, it is not about realm.
Liu Yibai's sword is like a spring weed. Although it is not as bright and lovely as a flower, it is still vigorous and grows tenaciously.
There is a long colorful river in front of the subject, blocking this sword.
But the fierceness of this sword still surprised the viewer.
As soon as Jian Qi met this colorful river, he already stunned the river so much. The watcher stood with his hand and said calmly: "Your sword is strong, and the rest is not good. , But this one alone is pretty good."
Liu Yibai laughed and advanced with a sword.
The sword aura became more fierce.
But his clothes were in tatters, and there were many small and large holes.
The watcher stretched out his hand and pushed forward, and the colorful river slowly flowed.
The weeds held by Liu Yibai finally came into contact with this colorful river.
When the wild grass meets the Wucai Longhe, Liu Yibai handed the sword forward with a cold face. This wild grass did not produce a slight arc. After Liu Yibai's tiger's mouth broke, the whole sword broke every inch, and it turned out to be a temperament rather than bending.
The look of the subject remains unchanged.
Liu Yibai went to death peacefully.
The strongest sword in his life has been made, and this life is worthwhile.
The watcher whispered: "Why?"
Too late to sigh.
The next sword comes from Xie Lu.
This female swordsman with a temple on the foot of the mountain dominates with swordsmanship, her sword is like a bright moon on the horizon, a peach blossom in front of her, and a little snow yesterday.
It's dazzling.
The watcher calmly responded and drove the colorful river to stop these dazzling sword moves. After seeing the sword in Xie Lu's hand, he smiled helplessly and said: "Shengge, this child, you can send everything. Shot."
Xie Lu ignored these things, just handed out one sword after another.
As for the end, I was still pierced by the colorful river.
Xie Lu smiled helplessly, and folded his sword.
The subjective mentality is normal, and these two are considered to be brilliant swordsmen, but in fact they are not very powerful, and they are in front of him Liang Yi.
Today Jianshan, the strongest sword still comes from that old ancestor.
The subject is very clear about this.
So he kept walking and kept going.
In the ruined temple at the foot of the mountain, after the two statues were shattered, the entire ruined temple collapsed with a bang.
Since then, there are no three uncles at the foot of the mountain, and this ruined temple that Li Fuyao has never entered.
Before Li Fuyao opened his eyes, he burst into tears.
He suddenly turned his head, looked at Ye Shengge, and asked, "Who is coming up the mountain?"
Although Ye Shengge had no good feelings for this young swordsman, he still patiently said, "My master, Liang Yi, the master of Shen Xieshan."
He didn't talk about the first person under the saint, obviously he was afraid of frightening Li Fuyao.
Li Fuyao was silent for a long time and asked a question, "What is he doing up the mountain?"
Ye Shengge tilted his head, "Maybe he just wanted to go up the mountain to see the scenery."
Li Fu shook his brows and frowned deeply. He took out the blue silk from the sword box and asked softly: "I want to fight you, how about it?"
Ye Shengge was not stupid at first. Seeing Li Fuyao like this, he figured out exactly what he was going to do for a moment.
Li Fuyao did not answer this question, but just asked, "Can you fight?"
Ye Shengge wanted to refuse, but remembered the words Xie Lu said to her before, she chuckled softly: "I want to beat you into a pig's head."
Li Fuyao was noncommittal, holding a sword and waiting in battle.
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At the bottom of the Jianshan cliff, in that bamboo house, the two sabers in Jianxian Liuxiang and the scabbard were playing against each other. The three and two in a gray robe were suddenly extremely angry, and the four and two were frowning, obviously. The mood is not good either.
Three and two coldly said: "If Liu Xiang is still there, this little Taoist, I will cut off his past and present life without even using a sword."
Four Liang did not dismantle the platform this time, and agreed: "No one can afford your sword."
Three and two angrily said: "Where did Chao Qingqiu go, when did Jianshan let these people provoke at will?!"
Four and two were silent. Although the two of them were under the cliff, they actually knew very well about the things on the mountain. They knew what Jianshan was like now, so now they are only complaining, but they are definitely not without any. Mental preparation.
Overturned the chessboard in threes and twos and got up angrily, "Fucking, fucking, fucking!"
He scolded three times in a row, which shows how angry he really is.
The chess pieces rolled down from the chessboard, ticking around in the bamboo house, a mess.
Four and two bent down to pick up those black and white chess pieces. She said nothing, but she was not calm.
Three or two in a gray robe suddenly spoke, "I'm going to Jianshan."
Four and two turned their heads, and asked in confusion: "How do you get up?"
Three and two puffed up: "Climb up!"
This time, Siliang really stopped paying attention to him.
After packing up the chess pieces, Siliang sits back to the original position, replays the game with his memory, and then speaks indifferently, "Before someone wanted to take you up, you didn't want to. Now I want to go up. What's the use, you can't go up."
Sit back to the original position in twos and threes, with a weird and solemn expression.
The two stopped talking nonsense, and just started the game again.
After a long time, they whispered in twos and threes: "One day, I want to let these Taoist priests know that between heaven and earth, the least thing that should be offended is us stupid swordsmen!"
Siliang knew that when it was not the excited Sanliang who said these words, it seemed that he had that idea.

Before the Guanzhu was about to reach the top of Menchen Mountain, an old Confucian student came down the mountain carrying a bookcase and passed the Guanzhu. The old Confucian angrily pointed at the Guanzhu and said, "Liang Yi, you are really not ashamed of it. Known as his own demeanor!"
The watcher ignored it, just looked at the mountain, where there was a sword intent, which became more frightening.
Behind the subject, a bright moon gradually emerged.
Observing the subject is to do everything possible.
The old scholar said solemnly: "Liang Yi, do you have to go up the mountain?"
The viewer smiled calmly, "Naturally."
The old scholar shook his head, "Then pass the old man first!"
The watcher's expression remained as usual, just pointing to the distance, and calmly said: "I'm afraid that person is not willing."
The old scholar raised his head, feeling the stronger and stronger sword intent, frowning and cursing: "Old Pifu doesn't know what it is!"
The watcher passed him, not talking nonsense, just heading up the mountain.
It's just that the sword is finally "long overdue"
The bright moon behind him and the long river in front of him welcome this sword.
Xu Ji, with white hair, carried the old things in his hand, and slammed into the master on the mountain road with a strong sword spirit.
At last, Guanzhu's expression fluctuated a bit, and he spoke softly: "Xu Ji, how does this sword compare to the sword you used to kill me, Shen Xie Shan Keqing?"
Xu Ji was condescending and laughed boldly, "This sword is naturally stronger than the one that day."
The watcher frowned, "Just a few minutes?"
Xu Ji replied with a sword, "A little bit enough!"
The sword energy on the mountain path was overwhelming, and the trees on both sides were disturbed by the sword energy, as if a violent wind blows through, causing countless trees on both sides of the mountain path to be broken.
The ancestor Xu Ji has studied kendo for many years, and the realm is no longer comparable to ordinary people. Therefore, no one can fault this sword. Even if it is a watcher, it is inevitable and can only resist.
Therefore, this long colorful river encountered this sword.
Wucai Longhe was finally not as strong as before. After a sword, it didn't even take advantage of it, and the viewer even took a half step back.
It's just that the bright moon behind him gets brighter.
The master witnessed the formation of seals on both hands and said words in his mouth.
The colorful river of rays of light flourished, it turned out to be an old story of an ancient sword that was more full of sword aura. Xu Ji's expression remained unchanged, and the sword was still handed out. The sword light flashed, but unfortunately, he could not cut off the head of the master, just let The viewer frowned.
These two people, one is the ancestor of Jianshan, and the other is the first person in the Taoist school. In comparison, they have not yet decided the victory or defeat.
If this is put outside, I don't know how many monks will remember the power of these swordsmen again.
The ancestor failed with a single sword, and after two steps back, he suddenly swung his second sword.
This time, on the sword body, all the blue energy entangled, and the rest of the monks were afraid that they would die at the slightest.
But this sword slashed on the colorful long river, only temporarily slowing the flow of that long river.
The bright moon behind Guanzhu was so bright that people couldn't open their eyes.
Xu Ji looked up and looked calm.
Whether a sword can be achieved or not, in fact, I already have an idea in my heart, but it is also an extremely important thing to be unable to produce a sword.
Jianshan must not be insulted.
If there are countless sword sect sword sects under the world, this mountain of swords will be ascended by the master. It can be said that the master climbed this mountain but not all the swordsmen in the world are underfoot. Nowadays, the place where the swordsman is inherited, how can the watcher go up the mountain in such a place?
Xu Ji smiled helplessly, if it was then, if it was then.
If it were back then, where would the current situation happen?
It's just not back then.
The ancestor said coldly: "Liang Yi, even if you climb this mountain today, there will be a swordsman walking up your Shenxie Mountain one day."
Guanzhu's expression was flat, "Maybe there will be, but it won't be you."
Xu Ji frowned, "Back then, my swordsman thought that killing was the number one in this world. Although it is now declining, it is not bad to use the sword at all, and it is not difficult to kill."
Guanzhu always looked the same. He didn't have the intention of killing people, but after this journey, he only asked for one purpose, and that was to make the swordsmen in this world have no energy.
Only a moment later, he suddenly frowned and raised his head. The sky was clear and no one was seen, but the bright moon became a little dim.
After a while, a voice came from afar, "Liang Yi, you really think you are the number one in this world, are you afraid that Chaomou will go up to Shenxian Mountain and break your orthodoxy?"
Liang Yi looked complacent, "If Chao Jianxian is willing to put his face down, Liang Yi will naturally wait for each other."
Chao Qingqiu's voice was erratic, "It doesn't matter, you have to go up to Jianshan, that is, Chao Mou will behead a saint today."
This sentence was shocking, like a huge boulder rolling down a river, causing countless waves.
Liang Yi originally had no waves in the ancient well, but after a moment, he watched a colorful scene in the distant sky, with a huge yellow crane flying into the sky.
Liang also remained silent. As stated in the three thousand scrolls of the Ascending Heaven Tower, the immortal rides a crane and sits high in the clouds. Nowadays, there are no immortals in the mountains and rivers. Naturally, those who can sit high in the clouds are only saints.
The saint riding a crane, except for Taoism, there is really no other possibility.
What Liang also couldn't see was that at the bottom of the yellow crane, there was a man in white robe, with a sword ascended to the sky, full of sword spirit, and white clouds wandered around in shock.
When he reached mid-air, the man in the white robe had a cold tone, "Du Gong, are you going to die for your disciple today?"
Among the mountains and rivers, the only person who dared to call the saint's name was Chao Qingqiu.
The middle-aged Taoist sitting high on the back of the yellow crane has a calm expression and holds a cosmic gossip mirror.
Looking at Chao Qingqiu, he just said indifferently: "Today you die and I die, there is no conclusion yet."
Chao Qingqiu didn’t say a word, only the long sword at his waist was out of its sheath, just a sword, before it was swung out, a towering giant sword could be seen for thousands of miles around, and the sword on the sword was full of energy. When people saw it, they felt scared.
Although Chao Qingqiu had fought with two big demons one after another, but now he is not afraid of the Taoist saints in their heyday.
He stood in the air with an indifferent expression, and countless stars were shining in his eyes.
If anyone saw this scene, they would know that the sword fairy was really furious.