Chapter 316: Dead

There was a sword match six thousand years ago, and the opponents were two sword sages.
One is Liu Xiang, who dares to say that "the sword immortal in the world is like the stars, but I am the moon", and the other is the shining ten thousand feet among the stars.
Two people are the farthest ten thousand feet in the kendo 6,000 years ago.
Six thousand years later, the two people met again, although both of them were dead, one left a sword aura, and the other only had a ray of remnant soul.
But after all, he is a 6,000-year-old sword fairy who has moved mountains and rivers. Even so, this competition is still earth-shattering.
If the two of them were in full prosperity and were still alive in the world, I am afraid that the current situation has long been rewritten.
Think of Chao Qingqiu, the world's first person, standing side by side with Wan Chi and Liu Xiang.
The three of them were angry, afraid that not only the saints of the Three Religions in the mountains and rivers would be jealous, but even the great demon of the demon land would avoid their sharp edges.
Liu Xiang glanced at the Qingsi in Li Fuyao's hand and sighed, "It's been six thousand years in a blink of an eye?"
Wan Chi has no expression on his face.
After he saw Liu Xiang's sword spirit, he had no longer yearning for the outside world. The only thing he wanted to do now was to defeat Liu Xiang. He didn't worry that no one would see the testimony because of Li Fuyao.
He glanced at Li Fuyao, and said calmly: "Remember to tell the people of the world, Wan Chi will fight Liu Xiang today."
There is a lot of meaning in this sentence. To tell the people of the world, it is necessary to say the outcome of victory or defeat. Wanchi may not win, but he does not care, because even if it is impossible to win, it is not a big deal, because he has completely disappeared. In the world.
If he wins, it can naturally be said that he beat Liu Xiang once by 10,000 feet. This is the supreme honor.
Liu Xiang has been in the world for a lifetime, except for the aggrieved ones who died in the end, who is really better than the sword in his hand for the other swordsmen?
Liu Xiang untied the sword beside him, lowered his head and muttered, "The alley is deep with weeping willows beside the street, and the sword is not there."
Liu Xiang died in Jianshan, and his sword fell down the cliff. Li Fuyao had seen it before, so naturally he is no longer here.
Liu Xiang stretched out his hand and smiled, "I borrow the sword for a use."
Li Fuyao let go of the hilt, and Qingsi flew into Liu Xiang's hands.
Bai Zhihan is a junior he valued. Although Qingsi was not cast by him, he recognized the breath of Liu Xiang, so he did not resist.
Faintly still a little excited.
In fact, if Liu Xiang used Qingsi against the enemy, Li Fuyao would definitely have some benefits afterwards.
Wan Chi suddenly said, "My method is on that white bone."
The method he was talking about was naturally how to cultivate more than one natal sword. Li Fuyao wanted to know before, but Wan Chi insisted that Li Fuyao could not go out alive, so he didn't plan to pass it on.
But now it is different. Wan Chi knows he will die, so naturally he no longer hides it.
After all, Wan Chi is not that kind of vicious person.
If it is that kind of temperament, I am afraid that he will not have such a high achievement in kendo.
Kendo is straight to the heart.
Wan Chi suddenly said, "You go out."
Now, Wan Chi has changed his mind again.
In the battle six thousand years ago, there were no bystanders because Liu Xiang didn't want to see others watching his sword. Now that Li Fuyao is not allowed to watch the battle, he still feels that he can't beat Liu Xiang.
Li Fuyao glanced at Liu Xiang.
The latter nodded.
Li Fuyao withdrew from here, and even closed the Shimen in the end.
He stood in front of the stone gate, looking at the two lines on it.
Imagine how spirited Liu Xiang was back then.
The true romantic Liu Xiang in the world can only be regarded as true romantic after he reached the peak of kendo and before he even thought about seeking to become a fairy.
At that time, Liu Xiang cut all injustices with a single sword, and would not be afraid of anything.
Chao Qingqiu is the only sword fairy in the mountains and rivers, and is said to be the most powerful in the world, but in fact he is not a true love.
Because there are a lot of things he has to consider.
Chao Qingqiu, who is carrying the swordsman's line, is afraid that Liu Xiang should also admire it.
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Shimen.
Liu Xiang held the blue silk and said with a smile: "Ten thousand feet, hit a thousand times and ten thousand times, you are not my opponent, no one in the world is my opponent."
Wan Chi, with gray hair, said calmly: "You will see the sky in Liu Lane, and everyone will see you in Liu Lane. Naturally, it is destined to not reach your height."
"But this battle is my wish..."
Wan Chi said calmly: "Your sword qi won't fight this fight with me. It's not about dissipating in the world, why bother."
Liu Xiang just laughed, not talking.
Wan Chi sighed: "I heard that the current world is very bad, not like it used to be."
Liu Xiang smiled and said, "You and I can't change. I can only hope that these young people are energetic. I just felt that he still has sword jade on him. It shows how Jianshan values ​​him."
The sword jade that symbolizes the guest of Jianshan, there were not many that were taken out before, and one that could be held in one's hand was a sword fairy. Now there is one on Li Fuyao, except that Jianshan has expectations of him. In addition, I can also know how Jianshan has declined now.
Six thousand years ago, no matter how many sword sects there were, Jianshan was the leader.
Now Jianshan is like this, the other sword sects in the world, think about it, and you know how.
Wan Chi frowned and said, "I don't like the world today."
Liu Xiang was a little impatient, "This world doesn't belong to us anymore."
Wan Chi stopped talking, just reached out and flicked the sword.
Sword sounds
This action is exactly the same as six thousand years ago.
Liu Xiang shook his head, "boring."
He lifted his sword and swept away.
Liu Xiang's movements are not fast, but they are full of beauty.
Wan Chi raised his sword to greet each other.
The Qingsi sword in Liu Xiang's hand crossed Wan Chi's shoulder, only to make Wan Chi injured the first time he met.
Bring up a large piece of flesh and blood.
Wan Chi smiled coldly, twisted the sword in his hand, and cut through Liuxiang's green robe.
Liu Xiang tapped his toes, his sword pointed to the ground, pressing an arc, and his body swept away with another sword.
Its realization now, the realm cultivation of the two is almost the same.
Only one is Liu Xiang and the other is Wan Chi.
The two people's current realm is at best the Taiqing realm, but if they really meet each other, they will be far better than the general Taiqing realm.
For example, Liu Xiang's sword pierced Wan Chi's shoulder easily, which would be impossible if it was replaced by Li Fuyao.
Wan Chi had no expression on his face, and he didn't care about the injury at all.
The tip of the sword was picked, causing a wound that was neither long nor short in Liu Xiang's forearm.
Liu Xiang frowned.
The tip of the Qingsi sword was lightly on the ten thousand zhang long, and Liu Xiang stepped back two steps and stood with his hands behind.
He was silent for a moment, "I don't have much time."
This is a sad story. I don't know if Liu Xiang left his sword aura elsewhere. If there is only this one, this sword aura dissipates, and Liu Xiang has completely dissipated in the world.
Wan Chi smiled and said, "So don't stay any longer."
Liu Xiang nodded, "Although you are not very good at being a human being, kendo is really good."
Wan Chi laughed and didn't say anything. He just threw out the long, countless spent swords he had inhaled before, and a handle was lifted into the air again, hanging beside Wan Chi.
Dozens of swords hang quietly in front of Wan Chi.
It's not that the sword spirit is fierce and the sword intent is booming, but it is like a bird who is in the same way, very docile.
Wan Chi didn't touch the Wanzhang long, but casually stroked another broken sword.
The movements are gentle, like touching a woman's skin.
Especially pity.
Wan Chi whispered: "Liu Xiang, I will not lose a point to Kendo than you."
Liu Xiang said, "We have to do something for Kendo."
Wan Chi was silent for a moment and nodded slowly.
With Liu Xiang's big sleeve, Shimen opened again.
Standing at the door, Li Fuyao looked at the two people inside with some surprise.
Liu Xiang smiled and said, "Watch this sword well."
The sound was not loud, but Li Fuyao could hear it clearly.
"Sword Fairy Liu..."
Liu Xiang didn't turn his head, but said in a nostalgic voice: "Swordsmanship can be higher... It's just that we are all down on the road. If there is a chance, nothing else, maybe there is no chance."
"Just watch it carefully before stepping into the Taiqing Realm. It just so happens that we are also the Taiqing Realm."
Liu Xiang stopped talking.
But Wan Chi spoke again, "Even though I am a villain, Wan Chi still has my heart for Kendo."
Li Fuyao didn't know what to say, but just nodded.
Wan Chi was a little helpless, and smiled sadly: "You learned my imperial sword technique. Someone asked, if you don’t think my Wan Chi’s reputation is notorious, you can talk about it. Of course, if you can stand in the sword in the future. The summit is better, forget it, you probably don't have that chance."
If Wan Chi didn't say the last sentence, he would still look like a senior who had great expectations for his younger generation. Only the last sentence made Li Fuyao a little bit dumbfounded.
Wan Chi naturally wouldn't take into account Li Fuyao's feelings, but he just said: "Remember to take my Wanzhangzhang out and find a good master for him. How can he be a sword embryo."
This was another stab at Li Fuyao's heart.
Liu Xiang waved his hand, motioning that there is no need to say anything.
Wan Chi retracted his thoughts, the dozens of swords in front of him began to renew their sword intent, and the sword aura he had absorbed before returned to the sword again.
Wan Chi's appearance began to grow old, and his gray hair began to turn white.
The arms became as thin as before.
But the sword intent here is great.
Liu Xiang stretched out his hand to lift up his green robe and took a step forward.
Sword spirit masterpiece.
Jian Guang suddenly started.
It is too dazzling.
Li Fuyao could only vaguely see this sword.
But it is still not real.
Dozens of swords came together, and Liu Xiang raised his sword to greet him.
I don't know how long it took.
There was a loud bang!
What caught your eye was dozens of swords falling all together.
Taking a closer look, there is no Liuxiang, no Wanchi.
In Shimen, apart from those swords, there is only one long robe.
It's just that the blue silk is inserted in the robe.
The victory or defeat is obvious.
Li Fuyao stood outside the door, stunned.
From the time I went from the cave to seeing those words, and the battle between the two nowadays, was there one thing I expected?
What happened today is really like a dream.
After thinking about it, Li Fuyao walked in, picked up the green silk, and hung the handle over his waist by the way, stroking the hilt of the sword, feeling the chill that was not as good as before, and thoughts.