Chapter 83: Go hand in hand

After bypassing the bamboo house, I saw a bluestone path leading to the distance. Li Fuyao looked slightly awkward. Just walking on this bluestone path, he felt a biting chill, even though he felt it was sword aura. But compared to before, this sword aura seemed colder, more like a cold wind, with a little bit of resentment.
The countless broken swords under the cliff of Jianshan Mountain are actually similar to the sword mound. It's just that most of the broken swords under the cliff were broken by the monks of the monster race, and there were some grievances and anxiety on the sword body. After falling down the cliff, the gray-robed man gathered here again, and over time, a piece of it was formed. Sword Forest, although there is no full sword energy like the bamboo house in it, walking in it actually has a great impact on Jianxin, and those who are not determined may die here.
Li Fuyao walked slowly along this bluestone path. With every step he took, the strength to hold the wooden sword in his hand increased by a point. After the many swords inserted beside the bluestone path were vaguely visible not far in front, Li Fuyao could only Stopped.
Now that the mist in front of his eyes has completely dispersed, what is greeted is a hilt or without the tip or hilt, or a long sword without any defects but rusty. Inserted on both sides of the bluestone trail.
There are two smells in the air, one is cold and the other is rotten.
Most of these swords have been in the world for more than a thousand years. They were left over from the war that year. What can be left can prove how extraordinary they are, but during this period there are still countless swords that have decayed due to the erosion of time. , So it's not surprising that the air is full of decadent smell.
Only when Li Fuyao really stepped into this sword forest, he began to find that those cold air began to invade from his pores into the blood meridians little by little.
Li Fuyao endured the cold, and now he even misses the hot pot in Baiyu Town. If he can eat some at this moment, it will be very effective in resisting the cold. Even if it is not effective, it will be psychologically. Make him feel better.
After a few steps, he finally saw a long sword with almost no rust on its body, and the cold light was still there. Li Fuyao thought for a while, stretched out his hand, but before he touched the hilt, the latter came out very clearly. A kind of resistance, which made Li Fuyao had to give up.
Choosing a sword is a matter of your choice, maybe even if there is some estrangement, but you will never show this kind of resistance before encountering it.
Li Fuyao wanted to see what the scene was at the end of the sword forest, but as it is now, he would be more cold when he took a step forward. He didn't know if he could go to the end of the sword forest and take this Look at all the swords again.
Choosing a sword requires recklessness.
It's just that this fate character is hard to say.
Li Fuyao was just a little swordsman in the second stage of the swordsman. He came out of the spirit house in a whole body, and could only get rid of the cold a little bit, but it was not as fast as the cold invading.
Some helpless Li Fuyao could only speed up his pace a little, hoping to pick a sword and take it out in a short time, but then he tried to hold several long swords one after another, and none of them did not produce some resistance. Yes, there are even some swords that want to invade Li Fuyao's meridians all the little sword energy remaining on the sword, and let him die here directly.
These swords have been here for a long time, and a lot of bad emotions have already been born.
Li Fuyao speeded up his pace. This time he stopped in front of the unrecoverable sword. It was thrown in by the gray-robed man. It seemed a little out of place. After seeing Li Fuyao, his sword turned, as if he didn't want to look at it. When he arrived at Li Fuyao, Li Fuyao asked cautiously: "Brother Jian, or just you?"
The sword remained unmoved, and even walked some distance inside, unwilling to be held by Li Fuyao.
Li Fuyao was melancholy.
He looked at the depths of the sword forest in front of which there was still no end in sight, gritted his teeth, and walked a few steps forward.
This time, there were all remnants of swords in the eyes, not a complete one.
Li Fuyao sighed, feeling the more piercing chill, he didn't want to go forward easily. After sitting down, he chanted Chen Shengjiao's mantra several times and closed his eyes to run the Qi machine in his body, trying to dispel the cold inside his body.
Until now, Li Fuyao has been a little slanderous about the world of this swordsman, but my attitude is only one sword. If he has some Taoist or Confucian magical tools, he can protect himself in it, no need to be afraid. This so-called chill is just that now that he has embarked on the path of this swordsman, there is really no reason to complain.
After half Zhuxiang, Li Fuyao, who felt better, started again. This time he walked dozens of steps before stopping.
This time they were short swords before his eyes. Li Fuyao thought of the hidden fish on the waist of Uncle Washing, feeling a little stunned. In fact, he didn't like short swords in his heart.
So after seeing it for a few times, I continued to move forward. It seemed that I could not find a suitable sword if I did not go to the end.
At the beginning of this bluestone trail, the gray-robed man and the white-robed woman stood side by side, standing on the spot. The gray-robed man was silent, while the white-robed woman said in a deep voice: "He has already walked halfway, and then Go ahead, those evil swords that you deliberately put at the end should not be suitable for him."
The gray-robed man's expression remained unchanged, after a few steps, he came to the stream and said calmly: "Everything depends on fate. Maybe some evil swords see him, and they are willing to let him take it away. , The last swords, apart from the evil swords I threw over, there may be accidents."
The white-clothed woman frowned, "I saw a young man practicing swords with great difficulty, just like those young people I saw on Jianshan back then. If you let him die here, I won't agree."
The gray-robed man shook his head, did not make any promises, just smiled calmly: "Who knows?"
The white-clothed woman pulled her mouth and shouted: "Do you remember when Liu Xiang was just a down-and-out man holding a sword, he skewered you with a pig intestine and roasted it on the fire? At that time, you were not stained. Little fishy smell, I don’t know how long it will gradually dissipate, I don’t want you to live in my scabbard."
The old man was exposed, and this person was one of the people who experienced the incident firsthand. Everything that he said is well-founded. I am afraid that even if Liu Xiang is still alive, there is no way to refute it, but for the gray robe As far as the man is concerned, this is definitely one of the things he doesn’t want to recall. Now that he is mentioned by others, he also seems helpless,
No matter how you talk about these old things, I won’t take him away The sword brought out, he said very clearly before he went in. He chose the path and walked to death. Is it possible to blame me?"
The white-clothed woman snorted coldly, "Who you are not good at, you have to learn the character of that guy in Liu Xiang, weird, look down at this world, do you know that you are at the bottom of the cliff now? On the mountain!"
The gray-robed man was noncommittal, but walked back to the bamboo house alone. He was unwilling to reason with the woman. After all, it didn’t make sense. In fact, the sword fairy Liu Lane was also the same. If it doesn't work, then using a sword is also excellent.
Liu Xiang’s sword was originally a man in gray robes who didn’t reach his goal when he was unsheathed. With his unparalleled sword aura, not many people dared to reason with him. It is precisely that sword.
On Li Fuyao's side, he finally stopped when he was about dozens of steps away from the end. Now there are many swords in front of him, but he didn't look at the sharp swords, but instead Looking at a rusty long sword, I looked again.
The reason is simple, it's just that he saw that the rusty long sword was almost a foot away from the long swords with the shiny blades.
It seems to be isolated and not gregarious, and it seems to be disgusted by those swords.
Anyway, the final result was that its sword was completely isolated.
Li Fuyao was silent for a while, remembering the situation when a man was struggling to survive that winter night after he was sent to Baiyu Town. He felt uncomfortable thinking about it. He suddenly asked, "How are we together?"