Chapter 314: 10,000 feet six thousand years ago

There was a soft bang.
It's like someone calmly pierced a small bubble with a sword.
Even the sound may not be that loud.
But it is enough to make people hear clearly.
Li Fuyao, covered in blood, opened his eyes. The four meridians and eight veins were full of majestic sword auras wandering around his body. Occasionally, the sword aura leaked from his body, causing these dozens of swords to slightly A meal.
The chirping of the Qingsi sword was higher than that for a while, and he seemed excited.
This Qingsi has hardly ever acted like this in previous rivalries. This is not difficult to understand. Qingsi's previous owner is Sword Embryo Bai Zhihan, a swordsman who has reached the summit of the ascent. , I don't know how many amazing swordsmen have been seen in his life. Li Fuyao was just a little swordsman in the Qingsi realm before today. How can Qingsi see him.
The sword has its own bones, or it is approachable, or it can be overpowering.
Qingsi undoubtedly belongs to the latter.
The old man stood in the distance and looked at Li Fuyao like this. The old man didn't have the slightest fear, but said with a chuckle: "How about entering Taiqing from Qingsi today? I will beat you back again."
The voice fell, and the old man's figure disappeared in a flash.
As a sword immortal who was only weaker than Liu Xiang, the old man's judgment was rare in the world. Knowing that Li Fuyao was about to break through, the old man had to hold his sword to stop him.
The swordsman breaks the realm, and the spiritual mansion is always the focus.
Thinking of the term Lingfu, the old man smiled and remembered that this term only appeared six thousand years ago, earlier, should it be called Jianfu?
This is the essential difference between the swordsman and the three religious monks.
Putting away his thoughts, the old man's sword hit Huanglong.
Under the cover of these dozens of swords, the old man's sword was about to smash Li Fuyao's spiritual palace.
Murderous!
The sword that the old man handed out was just right in terms of timing, strength or angle.
In fact, for such a former sword fairy, Li Fuyao was the first person to study so many things when he produced his sword.
Entering the ocean, you can naturally ignore all enemies in the world.
But now, Li Fuyao tells him, no!
With a sword stabbed, Li Fu frowned, but soon the Qingsijian stopped.
He stopped this extremely dangerous sword.
The old man didn't hesitate, and if one sword failed, the second sword slashed at Li Fuyao's head.
There was another sound of gold and stone intersecting.
Qingsi appeared where it should appear.
Regarding the material, I really don't know whether the Qingsi sword is better than the ten thousand meters long, or the ten thousand meters long is better.
The long material is cold iron, what about blue silk?
Li Fuyao didn't know.
Anyway, since the sword was raised, no matter what happened to the Qingsi sword, it had never left a trace on its body.
This time the two swords intersected, although the Qingsi Sword stopped, but the sharp sword aura still caused Li Fuyao's neck to appear small blood mouths.
Sword Qi filled the sky.
I don't know if it is Li Fuyao's sword aura, or the sword aura of Wanchi once a sword fairy.
Ok?
A muffled hum.
Qingsi was pressed down by the length of a thousand feet to Li Fuyao's shoulder, and the sharp blade quickly sank into the flesh.
The blood instantly dyed the sword body red.
Li Fuyao's face turned pale, he just broke the boundary, it was the moment when the old qi was exhausted and the new qi had not yet emerged.
This sword is so aggressive.
There is this sword in front of him, and dozens of swords are staring at him by his side.
This is the Jedi.
Li Fuyao gritted his teeth and raised his sword.
Keep the Qingsi sword away from his shoulders.
But soon I saw the old man picking up his sword and swiping the Qingsi sword. It turned out that this sword was still a spiritual palace.
Li Fuyao's face was pale, and Qingsi could not get back enough.
If this sword stabbed the Spirit Palace, he would 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 dripping with blood in just a moment, he still grabbed the sword and stopped it.
With the power of a long sword, he cut off the long sword Li Fuyao casually grabbed.
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 Jian Nine out.
After stopping this sword, the sword aura in the Ling Palace reunited like a river, and after a while, the sky full of sword aura burst out from Li Fuyao's body.
If the previous breakthrough was only a symbolic breakthrough, then the breakthrough at this time symbolized Li Fuyao's real step in kendo.
I don't know how noble kendo is, but I have to walk around step by step.
The old man was expressionless, "What about Taiqing?"
He raised the sword and pierced it out.
Li Fuyao stepped back a few steps, just to withdraw from 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 plain words made the old man frown slightly.
Yes, until now, Li Fuyao didn't know that he was old.
Even though he has been dead for six thousand years, even for this, there is still a remnant soul attached to the sword.
This allows him to exist in this state long enough.
Yes, it can only be said to exist, but not to be alive.
The two remnant souls of sword immortals on Jianshan can survive for six thousand years because of the swords of the entire mountain of Jianshan, and because of the accumulation of the heritage of Jianshan, they can exist for such a long time.
What does Wan Chi have?
I am afraid it is nothing.
So even if you can live to the present, you will grow old and die.
It can be seen in his old face.
It's just that Li Fuyao had been tired of dealing with those swords before and didn't notice.
Until the next few swords.
He saw it.
His hands were shaking.
Shaking hands.
Which old man who is going to die will not shake his hands?
It suddenly became very silent here.
It was so quiet that only Li Fuyao's breathing was slightly rapid.
After a long time, the old man looked down at his thin arms. When he was fighting against Liu Xiang, he was full of energy and he was in his prime of life. How could he ever think that he would be like this one day?
How can a person who can become a sword immortal be without his own pride?
The old man's voice still stern, "It's Liu Xiang, if it's not Liu Xiang, why am I here? If it's not Liu Xiang, I will kill several great monsters in the following battle!"
Li Fu shook his head and said, "It's yourself."
It's that you are four words, but they have many meanings. You are getting old because of yourself, and you are here because of yourself. No one can blame anyone from beginning to end.
The old man smiled coldly, "Even if it's me, what about?"
Li Fu shook his head and didn't speak. He knew that even if some truths were true, some people would disdain them when they were spoken out. In that case, they would say why.
According to the teacher's uncle Liu Yibai, that is a truth that the world can't make sense, just use the sword.
Let's talk about it with a sword.
Li Fuyao squeezed the Qingsi sword, took a deep breath, and said with a smile: "If you are lucky enough to kill senior today, no matter what, it will be of great benefit to my kendo."
For the benefit of kendo, it does not necessarily require any sword scripture or experience. For example, Li Fuyao, if he can really kill ten thousand feet, it will be a great increase in his confidence.
The man who killed the sword fairy?
Does it sound overbearing?
The old man was silent for a moment, and then suddenly asked, "I'm resting?"
Li Fuyao didn't find it strange. Ever since he decided to speak, both parties knew that this was just a drag on time. Wan Chi is so old that he was trembling after a few swords before. Naturally, he had to take a break before Li Fuyao broke. , Naturally also take time to get familiar with this body.
The old man sighed, "Who would have imagined that Wan Chi would one day care about like a junior in the Qingsi realm."
Li Fuyao seriously corrected: "No, it's Taiqingjing."
What does it matter? It seems to have a lot to do.
When the voice fell, Li Fuyao handed out the Qingsi sword.
Now, like the old man, he is in Qingjing, fighting life and death, never known.
It is even more arrogant to say that Li Fuyao still has a holy pill, which is equivalent to one more life.
This sword was handed out, and Li Fuyao was holding the idea of ​​exchanging injuries for injuries.
The old man looked tired and raised his eyelids, but after a while, Li Fuyao felt something was wrong.
There were dozens of sharp sword auras suddenly appeared here.
Respectively from those swords.
Sword Qi began to rush into the old man's body frantically. From a distance, it seemed that dozens of swords were piercing the old man.
Li Fuyao's sword was abandoned halfway.
After countless sword qi madly poured into the old man's body, the old man's face began to gradually change. The original wrinkled face, wrinkles began to fade away, and his thin arms began to become full again.
Except for the long gray hair that has not changed, everything else is changing.
Li Fuyao watched the old man change from an old man to a young man.
Maybe this is the sword fairy six thousand years ago.
Countless swords gathered, and dozens of swords fell all together.
Some broke on the spot and became a pile of scrap iron.
The robes that had looked a bit wide before now became fitted.
Wan Chi looked down at his body, with unexplained emotions in his eyes.
Li Fuyao suddenly felt that a majestic and boundless coercion was born.
The Wan Chi in front of him was not only a swordsman, but also a sword.
He held the long handle in one hand, with one hand behind him, and his expression was flat.
"Although I could not return to the sea for a short time, half a step is enough."
A young face of Wan Chi just appeared before Li Fuyao.
Li Fuyao clenched Qingsi tightly, his face turned pale, and blood was running down his arm.
Dropped on the ground.
Shortly returned to the sea of ​​Wan Chi?
How short is this shortness?
Li Fuyao kept complaining, I'm afraid that even if he eats that sacred pill now, there is nothing to do, right?
Wan Chi sighed softly, "So it's been six thousand years."
Six thousand years of vicissitudes of life, six thousand years of world changes.
For six thousand years, Wan Chi could only face these swords and the stone statues in Liu Xiang.
What a boring thing.
Li Fuyao looked at Wan Chi, Wan Chi looked at Li Fuyao.
Outside Shimen, someone looked at them.