Chapter 613: What is Xiaoyuan City?

The Xunxian Sword is the second sharpest sword in this world. It is stronger than many magical artifacts in the world. To a certain extent, this is a quasi-sacred weapon. Except for the saint magical weapon, I am afraid that no other magical weapon can Resist.
Let alone defeated.
Mr. Mu's previous picture scroll was of good grade and it was also a very good magic weapon, but when faced with the Xunxian Sword, it was still vulnerable, and it was lightly pierced by the Xunxian Sword.
There is even no way.
There are really not many monks in this world who can have the cultivation level of Mr. Mu, and there are not many magical tools as good as that picture scroll.
Xunxianjian and the long spear intersected, and a burst of sparks splashed down. After falling on the ground, it did not go out. The sparks on the ground seemed to be a little magnificent. Chen Tianen stood in the distance, always frowning, never paying attention to the situation here. .
Fireman is Mr. Mu's secret method, and there is no real Spring and Autumn Realm power. In front of Xunxianjian, it seems that he can't last long. It seems that he will lose the next moment.
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The Xunxian sword walked through the body of the fire man, and countless sword qi was spilled, making the fire man cope with trouble.
Jian Nineteen and Cao Jianqing's two swords have left a lot of wounds on Mr. Mu's body, making Mr. Mu look very miserable, but this academy monk has no expression. He just looked at Li Fuyao with his eyes Some strange light.
Li Fuyao pressed Qingsi, looked at Mr. Mu, and said sorry.
"You and I are standing on both sides of the river bank, originally we weren't the same person. You want to kill me or I want to kill you. When it is all right, don't be sorry, but I never thought that you could kill so easily. Up me."
Mr. Mu looked a little sigh, he looked at Li Fuyao as if he was looking at the younger generation he admired very much, his eyes were full of warmth.
"You have an immortal sword, with so many swords, and you have taken a road that no one else can think of. But I heard that you still have to have a sword in your hand, and you can go to heaven and earth. You have so many swords, how is your mood?"
Mr. Mu looked at Li Fuyao and asked.
Li Fuyao was silent for a moment, and then said: "There are all kinds of swordsmanship in the world.
Mr. Mu is worried. "
Mr. Mu smiled, "It is like the most brilliant young swordsman underneath today. It is nothing more than choosing one of you, Li Fuyao and Wu Shanhe. Wu Shanhe is already the master of Jianshan, and his mood is different. It can be said that he has already stood. The character on the mountain, how about you, with such swords, and even among them there is a fairy sword. Compared with your senior brother, dare you say that you are able to win the victory now?"
Li Fuyao listened to these words and didn't say much, but he was worried about taking it with Mr. Fuyao.
While he was chatting with Mr. Mu, the Immortal Seeking Sword had penetrated the Burning Man, after beheading it, it passed through the air, and now it hovered in front of Li Fuyao, exuding sword aura.
This sword is full of cracked fairy swords. In this house, it exudes extreme sword aura, even gleaming with white light. After the lights converged into a fireman, and then was pierced by the sword of Xunxian, the fireman If it's gone, the lights will naturally be gone. In the darkness, Xunxianjian is the only light.
Mr. Mu looked at the Xunxian Sword and said calmly: "Back then, a character like Xin Jianxian had to accept the baptism of heaven and earth honestly before he could leave the world. From this point of view, a sword immortal like Chao Qingqiu was only six thousand years old. The biggest alien that came is enough to leave the world, but is unwilling to leave. On the contrary, you have to do something like a sword to open the sky. You swordsmen have no awe of the heavens and the earth, and today's fate is considered retribution. "
After saying these words, Mr. Mu straightened his clothes, looked at Li Fuyao very seriously, and asked, "What are you waiting for?"
What are you waiting for?
Why didn't you kill me?
Sometimes, some straightforward words actually sound good.
Li Fuyao pressed his hand against the blue silk, those sword auras entangled around him, like strands of blue silk, and like small snakes, anyway, these sword auras looked extremely dangerous.
Li Fuyao was wrapped in Jian Qi, with black hair and no wind.
Everyone didn't want to die, and so did Mr. Mu.
The monks took their lives very hard, it was hard to say that they wanted the other party to kill themselves.
So Li Fuyao was extremely cautious.
Around him, Jian Nineteen trembled slightly, but Cao Jianqing was "silent" looking for
After a pause, Fairy Sword swept out without getting any instructions.
Relying on the sharpness of the Xunxian sword, this fairy sword reached Mr. Mu in just a moment. Li Fuyao originally thought that Mr. Mu would make a move, but he didn't expect that Mr. Mu just watched Xunxian pass through his chest.
The sword pierced through the heart, bringing up a thread of blood, but there was a blood line connected to the Xunxian, like a rope, holding this extremely powerful fairy sword.
There was blood flowing from the corner of Mr. Mu's mouth, but after a while he still smiled and said, "Look, your sword, is it really your sword?"
Li Fuyao frowned and said nothing, looking for the immortal sword is the ancient Xin Jianxian saber, that Xin Jianxian is invincible in the world, is a peerless sword immortal, but this sword immortal, a person who will kill for a lifetime, I am afraid he will not In a few, this Xunxian sword has drunk the blood of the great demon, and has no idea how much blood of the saint has been contaminated, and the killing intent is stronger than the sword intent.
Li Fuyao felt this when he first surrendered to this sword, but he never thought that when he first took out this fairy sword to kill, his most worried thing had already appeared.
This fairy sword might really be beyond his control.
At least, in the current view, there should be this trend.
Mr. Mu's vitality began to fade away, but the blood line was still there.
One end of the blood line was the Xunxian Sword, and the other end, without knowing how, floated out of Mr. Mu's body and sank into the darkness.
No trace.
Li Fuyao looked at the dark night, thinking of many things, and felt very uneasy.
Under the bridge, the old Jianxiu held the wine jar and sang a ballad that he and the child knew. He didn't notice a blood line passing through the bridge hole, to the distance, to a certain place.
In the house, the old man standing in the dark suddenly burst into tears and wept loudly.
But Li Fuyao felt a bit of chill.
Between heaven and earth, in this small garden city, snow started to fall.
Snow fell on the river, the surface of the river was frozen, and countless blood came out in the river. It should be the fish that died in the river.
Between heaven and earth, there is a vast and mighty coercion!