Chapter 444: I only have a sword in my chest

Li Yanhui's bronze sword was very powerful, and it was difficult for Li Fuyao to deal with it.
The Dao Sect’s method of slashing the three corpses does not know the specific effect, but the most obvious and most direct effect is that Li Yanhui now has a soaring cultivation base compared to before, and the energy in the spiritual palace is not known to be more powerful than before. How much.
Li Yanhui in this state can no longer simply be regarded as a clear-sighted person.
When a Confucian monk began to kill people in casual cultivation, this was originally an extremely absurd thing, but behind the absurdity, it often meant many other things.
Murder in the city.
This is spring, and the blowing wind is somewhat comfortable, but at night, it will be a little bit cold.
It's just that both of them are monks, so they shouldn't feel this.
But when the wind carries something else?
Whether it is Jian Qi or Dao Qi.
Can make the wind in this spring night have something else.
Sword Qi is the most troublesome thing in this world. Of course, this sentence must be added with the four words of Chao Qingqiu before it seems that there is no logical error.
Li Yanhui has a robe of unknown quality that Li Fuyao could not pierce with a sword. It is a good robe, but it doesn't mean that he can't feel the sword that fills the space between heaven and earth. gas.
So sharp.
From time to time, hair was cut by sword energy and then fell.
Li Yan returned the bronze sword in his hand to a brilliant light, with some weird runes on it, and I couldn't see what it was.
But faintly you can see that it is the runes on the Taoist talisman.
In that case, this knife is also a magic weapon?
But the Taoist method is manifested one after another in a Confucian monk. What kind of situation is this?
It's a bit weird.
Li Fuyao took a breath, and said, "You are not a Confucian monk."
Even if Li Yan said something very reasonable before, but now Li Fuyao seriously thinks about it, 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, feeling very much like a Taoist robe.
Guessing this thing does not require evidence, and it is difficult for others to change their minds after they have identified it.
It was just that Li Yan admitted calmly back.
Perhaps it was because he knew that it was either him or Li Fuyao who died today, and one of the two people must die here. Then these secrets are not secrets.
So he stood there and started telling a story.
Although Li Fuyao didn't want to hear the story much 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. It just says that there was a child who was led into the Taoist school and taught a lot of Taoism and even gave a lot of good things. Then one day his master took him to Shenxie Mountain and saw it. When he was on the mountain, he only turned around in Dengtianlou.
Guanzhu Liang is also the most famous monk under the clouds.
He is also the most powerful person in the world.
So being able to see the Lord is the glory of most monks.
Observers naturally wouldn’t say anything to a little Taoist priest. He just glanced at him, and after a good voice, he was taken down Shenxie Mountain. Then two years later, Li Yan returned to Yan. At the entrance of a certain academy in Ling, he became a scholar with good qualifications.
After entering the academy logically, what I will do in the days to come is practice and inquire about news.
Confucianism and Taoism are never allies, they are competitors.
They all want to be the only masters in this mountain and river.
There is no room for two tigers or three tigers in a mountain.
So Buddhism was expelled back then.
It is said that Buddhism voluntarily went to the Buddhist land of the extreme west, but in fact was driven out.
Without the fists of Taoism and Confucianism, naturally they can only be driven out.
It seems that Li Yanhui has been inserted into Confucianism by the Taoist monks, but I don't know how many.
Of course, there will not be a minority of monks that Confucianism has planted in Taoism.
This is a game between two orthodoxy.
Although it seems a bit disgusting.
Li Yanhui was silent for a long time, and then said: "My name is Yanhui, I just want to return to that place one day."
The wild goose comes to the south from the north during autumn and winter, and returns to the north every spring.
However, it has been more than 20 years since Li Yan returned to Yanling, but he has never had a chance to return to Liangxi.
It's like a wild goose that cannot return to the north.
So he is suffering.
He is not the only one who wants to be so painful.
There are many people in this world doing many things, 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 it."
The definition of end is really broad. It may be the end of life in Yanling, or the end of life.
Li Yanhui smiled and looked at him, "We are all responsible for doing things that we don't want to do but have to do."
Li Fuyao didn't quite agree with this statement. He said: "What you are doing is not just."
Li Yan replied: "Will the swordsman want to reproduce the 6,000-year glorious period? Perhaps I will put it another way. If this can bring the swordsman back to the 6,000-year glorious period, you will Would not choose to do this."
We always hear so-and-so saying that you can give up on what you say.
So what can the swordsmen not give up in order to regain their former glory?
Li Fuyao thought about it carefully.
After a long time without speaking, the spring breeze blew beside him, picking up his hair.
Then he suddenly smiled, "No, because our sword is straight."
When he was on Jianshan, the ancestor Xu Ji or the three masters had talked about swords with him.
The swords in their hearts are different, but in the end it boils down to one sentence, our swords are straight.
Go straight, not bend.
Even if Chao Qingqiu did something, he couldn't say that his sword was not straight.
This is the swordsman.
Because the sword is straight, it is so strong.
Maybe because it is so strong, the sword must be straight?
No one can tell this, but Li Fuyao is more clear about what he has done or not.
It's like the story that Chen Sheng told before. Will it save more people and sacrifice those innocent people?
Li Fuyao felt unreasonable.
Thinking of this, he laughed happily.
The monks had an epiphany.
At the time of enlightenment, it is always easy to break the boundary, and the cultivation base will be higher.
But the swordsman is a bit difficult, even if there is a genius like Wei Chunzhi in the world, who is in the spring and autumn at dusk.
But in the minority after all.
Li Fuyao certainly does not belong to such a person.
Even if he walks faster than ordinary people, it is because of opportunities.
Many people are helping him.
Perhaps it is because there are many hands behind him pushing him.
Those hands are more powerful, so let him go faster.
But pushing a puddle of mud is impossible to make the mud go faster.
Sometimes the epiphany is not reflected in making the realm more superior, but has some other meanings, anyway, it is very interesting anyway.
Li Yanhui felt that Li Fuyao's mood was much calmer, and he felt that the sword aura became more sharp, so he frowned. After a while, he said helplessly: "You are really not an ordinary person. You can calm down in a few words. If you live today Come down, it will be of great benefit to the realm."
Li Fuyao smiled and said, "Thank you very much."
Although they are rivals, although they have to divide the life and death, it doesn't mean that they can't talk like this.
Li Fuyao rubbed his wrist, and the blue silk sword made a masterpiece of blue light. He looked at Li Yan back seriously and said, "Please."
Li Yanhui didn't rush to shoot, just said: "If I die and bring the knife back to Liangxi, you will go everywhere. Anyway, if you pass by Liangxi one day, you can just throw it somewhere."
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 for a while, smiled and said, "Okay."
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The victory or defeat between words can only be manifested by people who are reasonable.
For people like Li Fuyao and Li Yanhui who are unreasonable, it seems to be a bit simpler and more direct.
The sword light and the sword light in the night reflect each other.
Countless majestic sword qi and sword qi entangled in the city.
The rune on the bronze knife bloomed time and time again, breaking the sword energy, forming a vacuum zone somewhere in the city.
This bronze sword is one of the few weapons of the Dao Sect. In fact, in terms of its fame, it is as good as the mahogany sword. It is also the product of the Dao Sect's desire to challenge the swordsman's blood.
Just like the Taomu Sword, it failed in the end.
But anyway, since it was something that Dao Sect spent a lot of energy on, it was not comparable to ordinary magic techniques.
The sword gas at the head of the city is like rising tide of sea water.
There is a tide in the East China Sea, and there are huge waves from the beginning, and the world is free.
Obviously Li Yanhui had never been to the East China Sea, but this did not prevent his sword spirit from being so powerful.
Momentum is related to realm and mood, and has nothing to do with anything else.
Li Fuyao wiped the blade with his fingers, and his fingers swept a blood stain on the sharp blade, and some blood fell on the sword.
The blood is particularly bright.
Li Fuyao uses an extremely stupid method to raise the sword. Day after day, he uses this stupid method to raise the sword. The progress is slow but very stable.
It seems to be thoughtful every step.
Think a lot, sometimes something else appears.
But more often, there are some benefits.
This is the case with Li Fuyao's Yangjian. Although the progress is slow, the effect is excellent.
The sentence of slow work and careful work is not bad at all.
Now after Li Fuyao wiped the blade with his finger, the sword spirit on the Qingsi sword was overwhelming.
This sword is more powerful than before.
Swordsmen know that a secret technique that is not too advanced is to sacrifice swords in blood.
The blood needs the essence of life, and the sword needs the psychic sword.
Both are indispensable.
The Qingsi Sword is Li Fuyao's natal sword. Although it has not yet reached the point where it is fully connected with his soul, it is still inseparable.
After he wiped Jian Feng with his fingers, his face instantly turned pale, and his whole person became a little weak.
This secret method is not a good technique, but it has one effect, which is to exert great power in a short time.
The requirements are not too harsh, and they are unusable under too clear.
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. After half an hour, people would be extremely weak and almost no fighting power.
So Li Fuyao didn't dare to do this.
Because the opponents are far more than three or two.
As for other situations, Li Fuyao didn't need to use this secret method, because in the same situation, he hadn't encountered any really difficult opponents, and Li Yanhui was the first one.
Li Fuyao could think that he was not the strongest Taiqing realm in the world, but he never thought that there would be a monk of the Three Sects who had such great ability and could beat him.
Li Fuyao's face was solemn.
Li Yanhui's method of slicing the three corpses made him equivalent to three Taiqings and merged into one. Although he must be inferior to the Dao Sect's three real people who climbed the building to attack the sea in one person, he is actually in the Taiqing realm. , At least have the ability to stand out from the crowd.
In other words, even Li Fuyao may not be a rival.
It's just that Li Fuyao is not too worried.
Because of the previous sentence.
His sword is straight.
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After Li Fuyao’s Qingsi sword mastered the sword qi, the sword qi from the head of the city began to slowly converge towards Li Fuyao’s Qingsi. The radiating sword qi was like falling leaves in the sky, sword qi, or something else It's good, the pieces hurt people.
When the sword qi converges into a line.
It was the most terrible time again.
The first-line sword is extremely sharp.
Li Yanhui looked at these sword qi gradually forming a line, a little lost. After he came from Liangxi to Yanling, in those days, he did nothing except reading and passing on news.
He didn't do it deliberately, but walked extremely fast.
This makes him somewhat helpless.
The method of slashing the three corpses is a technique that Dao Sect does not know how many cultivators can't penetrate, but he has found another way. If he is in Liangxi, he may become the most brilliant cultivator except for the Tao.
But he arrived at Yanling.
It's hard to say being incognito.
He can only be a scholar, in order to better listen to the news, he can be brilliant, but not so brilliant.
This is his pain.
Except for the other sufferings besides Beihan.
There will be so many pains in the world, but who can face it with a smile.
Li Yan squeezed the bronze knife back and looked into the distance. After a while, he laughed in a low voice: "Then look at my knife."
A majestic sword aura sprang up on the city head in an instant.
boom--
Li Fuyao handed out a sword.
Sword Qi gathered into a line and swept back towards Li Yan on the other side of the city.
Li Yan's knife was cut horizontally.
The sharpest thing in this world is Jian Qi.
The most domineering in this world is the knife.
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The city head suddenly fell into incomparable silence.
Li Fuyao looked at the sword with a pale face from east to west, from near to far.
I don't know if this sword can be said to be his strongest sword.
But it must be extremely strong.
The sharp sword energy gathered into a few, but it didn't make any movement, it was ordinary.
It was like a young kid who had just started to learn the sword and stabbed a sword obliquely.
There is no momentum, but full of power.
The sword is there and everyone is there.
An extremely splendid sword light was born in the night.
Li Yan looked back at the sword light and suddenly smiled.
He knew one thing in this moment.
His sword is not as good as Li Fuyao's sword.
This is not the reason why the swordsman's natural killing power is better than other monks, but something else.
Sword away.
Jian Nineteen and Cao Jianqing quaked excitedly.
Among Li Fuyao's many swords, the one who is closest to him is the sword nineteen that he got in Beihai, and then the green silk. As for the grass gradually turning green, there was not much closeness at first, but then Wei Chunzhi and the grass gradually greened. After the couple poured a sword qi into Li Fuyao's body and let him open up a spiritual palace for a lifetime, the connection between Cao Jianqing and Li Fuyao deepened.
That's why these two swords are so excited.
Except for these two swords and Qingsi.
The tall buildings are almost the same for ten miles in the moonlight.
Can't say so.
It's just that at the same time that this sword was swung, these swords were all swept out of the sword box.
The snow-white ten miles of the sword flicked around, bringing up a sword light.
The tall building hovered beside Li Fuyao, looking very calm.
As for the bright moon.
Angrily bullfight.
This sword is a bit arrogant.
When Li Yan looked back at these swords, he seemed to see a person.
He smiled and said, "Why do you have so many swords?"
Although the world is big, I have only one sword.
This is the word engraved on Li Fuyao's sword box.
This is the mantra of many swordsmen.
Imagine that after a certain swordsman was bullied, he kept swallowing his anger until one day, he suddenly became a little angry, so he took out a sword somewhere, held the sword and looked at the person who insulted him with a sneer. Said, although the world is big, Lao Tzu is enough.
What a scene this is.
After Li Fuyao watched that sword swept out, he already knew the outcome.
He looked at Li Yan, who was not evasive, and thought for a while, and then said: "There are not many swordsmen, but many swords. Some swords are destined to be buried. I don't want to."
Speaking of it, Li Fuyao chose so many swords because of the sword immortal's ten thousand-foot imperial sword technique, but in fact, he still couldn't bear to look at the swords that were destined to be held by no one.
There are many swords in the world, but very few destined.
Li Fuyao smiled, just about to talk.
After a while, another sword flew out of the sword box.
Long!
This sword is the sword of the sword immortal.
This sword fairy was the only peerless sword fairy who could fight Liu Xiang.
His sword has always been extremely arrogant.
Wan Chi looked down on Li Fuyao, and Wanzhang looked down on Li Fuyao.
Li Fuyao was unwilling to use this sword.
In the previous days, they could be said to be "respect each other as guests." Anyway, no one hindered anyone.
When he met his favorite swordsman, he sent the sword out.
He never thought that one day, Wan Zhang would be like this.
It turns out that this is also an interesting sword.
Li Fuyao looked at the ten thousand feet long, and suddenly smiled: "You cut the three corpses, and there are three Taiqings. I am not so powerful. There are only so many swords. Their previous owners are better than me..."
This sentence is not a lie, don't say that the owner of Wanzhang is Jianxian Wanchi.
Just say Qingsi, it is the sword embryo Bai Zhihan.
Ten miles, bright moon, grass gradually green, tall buildings...
Li Fuyao said, "Although the world is big, I have a sword in my chest."
"Just a sword."
The voice fell.
That sword penetrated Li Yanhui's body.