Chapter 309: Fanxing and Haoyue

When I opened my eyes again, what appeared in Li Fuyao's eyes was a dry stone cave.
It was so dark that Li Fuyao, a swordsman at the Blue Silk Realm, could only see the sight of about ten feet in front of him.
Li Fuyao stretched out his hand and picked up a piece of white wooden stick beside him, and smeared it with the tung oil he had carried before. It was only visible after lighting. Where is the piece of white wooden stick in his hand but a piece of bone, it is in Li Fuyao. There was a white bone beside Li Fuyao's hand. It seemed that it should be his thigh bone.
Li Fuyao didn't rush to look around at the surrounding environment, but squatted down and fixed his eyes to see that there was a long sword with a sheath in the white bones.
There are a few words not far from the sword, and I feel vigorous and powerful when I look at it, but it is difficult to conceal my grief and anger, "I don't know how noble kendo is, I hate that I stopped here!"
There is enough helplessness and grief in the sentence.
Li Fuyao thought this must be a kendo senior, but why did he die here?
After reading this line and thinking of using a sword to carve a sentence, Li Fuyao had to reach out for the sheathed long sword, but his hand stretched out. Before he touched the sword, he felt a chill erodes his palm.
Li Fuyao frowned and retracted his hand, thinking that even the original Xiaoxue didn't have to be like this. What made this sword?
The monks of the Three Sects also have a lot of requirements for their natal magic weapons. Whether they are pen, ink, paper, inkstone, or anything else, they must be connected to their own minds. Although the swordsman uses swords in his line, there are also See if it fits your mind.
There are so many sword scriptures in the world, so many kendos, and the kendos of natural people are different. In this case, some people like cold and others like hot. Therefore, when making swords, swords that are more suitable for oneself need special materials. .
Li Fuyao once heard that there is cold iron overseas, and he used this to make swords. In the hot summer, the sword body can form a layer of frost.
This is the case with the sword on this white bone.
Li Fuyao forced out the cold air in his palm with his sword energy, gave up the idea of ​​picking up the sword, stood up, took the bone in his hand, thought for a while, picked up another bone and pinned it to his waist.
Using bones as a torch, Li Fuyao looked behind him with the help of the light, and he could only see a stone wall, which was smooth and smooth.
It should still be at the bottom of the river, but it should be a stone cave separated out.
Li Fuyao drew out the blue silk from his waist and handed it out, leaving only a string of sparks on the stone wall. Other than that, he could not even leave a trace of the sword.
The Qingsi Sword was not a mortal thing. He was a swordsman in the Qingsi realm. When the two were added together, he couldn't even leave a sword mark. Li Fuyao understood why the kendo senior would die here.
After adjusting his mentality, withdrawing the sword and returning it to its sheath, Li Fuyao walked to the side of the cave, where the fire light could show him the mottled sword marks on the stone wall.
Li Fuyao frowned, drew his sword and tried to hand it out.
The same as the previous stone wall, there is still a bunch of sparks, but nothing else.
Li Fuyao smiled bitterly, this swordsman who can leave sword marks on it, I'm afraid it will also be in the Chaodu Realm?
Li Fuyao lowered his head and glanced at the bones around his waist, and said in a low voice, "Senior, don't blame it."
Along this not-so-wide road, Li Fuyao walked slowly, for fear that there were still organs in this cave. If so, he might not die so easily.
Wan Jian pierced the heart, or was it chopped off by a group of axes?
Li Fuyao took the cut bone from his waist and slowly leaned it toward the ground, not knowing how cautious he was.
After walking a short distance, Li Fuyao saw a few large characters on the wall that looked like a silver hook and iron painting, "My swordsman, a sword spirit is 90 thousand li!"
The sword intent is still there!
Li Fuyao glanced at it, and found that his eyes were tingling, and he had to look away.
The things left by the predecessors vary in strength and weakness over time. It depends on whether the predecessors think of hurting others. For example, the line Li Fuyao saw in the Wanbao Pavilion of Chen Guo before, although it is still extraordinary. , But the Mr. Wang Fugui who left the handwriting did not have too much malice, so he did not hurt others.
The owner of these words didn't want to hurt others, but the sword energy was too strong. After writing, the sword energy overflowed and stayed for a long time.
Li Fuyao smiled bitterly. Before, he felt that this should be a swordsman in the Chaomu Realm if he could leave a sword mark in the cave. But now, when I look at these words, I feel that this should be the Spring and Autumn Realm. So mighty.
After standing here for a while, Li Fuyao really felt that if the senior was still alive, he should be a swordsman who was unbelievably energetic.
So I felt a little guilty.
Sighed and continued to move forward.
At the end of the road, there is a stone ladder.
Li Fuyao walked down the stone ladder and went around, not knowing how long he had been walking.
The front suddenly opened up.
It is no longer a dark scene, but light is faintly visible.
Li Fuyao put out the bones, and then moved forward slowly, resting his hands on the blue silk, waiting for the sword to be released.
There was a pill in his mouth.
His possessions, except for the sword nineteen and the sword box, are all on him.
Li Fuyao suddenly remembered that he didn't have the big red lantern of his ancestor Xu Ji Songxia?
Really confused.
Li Fuyao walked forward and looked up to see that the front was flat and spacious, and there was a simple stone gate at the front.
There is a stone statue in front of Shimen, the man with fluttering clothes, a long sword hanging from his waist, one hand holding the sword, the other hand behind his back, when he approached, the corner of his mouth seemed to be smiling.
Sword eyebrows and star eyes, looking ahead, gazing at the mountains and rivers!
Li Fuyao moved his eyes to Shimen, where there was a line on each side of Shimen.
"The sword fairy in the world is like stars."
"Only I am Haoyue!"
If the line before the bones that I first saw was a sigh of lofty swordsmanship and not being able to go too far, then the line afterwards was about self-confidence in myself, then these two lines here.
The expression is unabashed conceit!
How high does one's kendo cultivation base can be to say such a thing?
Chao Qingqiu, the only sword immortal among the mountains and rivers, could not say such a thing.
It's not because Chao Qingqiu's swordsmanship is not high, but because there is no one beside him. Standing in the ocean, is it possible that he would lower his head and say such a thing to the other swordsmen?
But this one, is this not the Sword Fairy in the world?
Li Fuyao felt his scalp numb for a while, his eyes continued to move down, and he saw the words again not far away.
In just an instant, Li Fuyao was in a daze.
This is Li Fuyao, not only has he seen Chao Qingqiu throw a sword, but he is also lucky to have stood shoulder to shoulder with Qing Tianjun.
Jianshan ancestor Xu Ji took good care of him.
If it is the other swordsman, I am afraid that when they see these two words, they will cry bitterly on the spot.
Because these two words are Liu Xiang.