Super Elation Under the Sun

Li Fuyao, who had not yet figured out the situation, saw the dead sword stabbing at him, and after a brief loss of consciousness, he quickly pulled out the wooden sword at his waist, with the horizontal sword on his chest, lifted it up and straightened the dead sword straight. Pick up and fly, and then stabbed the Unrecoverable Sword with another sword to make it sway, as if drunk.

Li Fuyao stepped back and looked at this weird sword of no resurrection. He couldn’t say how surprised he was. He had seen Chen Sheng picking up the white fish sword in the Baiyu River before he walked out of Baiyu Town. At that time, the sword even turned into a big white fish, which was far more scary than the rusty unrecoverable sword today.

It’s just that the unrepentant sword did not seem to shrink after a sword failed. After regrouping, it was stabbed with another sword. Li Fuyao dodged sideways, and the wooden sword slammed on this unrecoverable sword. There was a slight noise on his body, and then Li Fuyao thought about reaching out to hold the hilt of this unrecoverable sword, who knows, this unrecoverable sword galloped away quickly, and after stopping in the distance, it would not be easy to get out again. The sword just pointed at Li Fuyao with the tip of the sword.

Li Fu shook his head looking at the sword with a confused head, and said helplessly: “Brother Jian, this is a good chat, why are you so anxious?”

It’s okay for Li Fuyao not to speak, as soon as he opened the sword, he seemed to be eager to try it. This made Li Fuyao really shut up after smiling bitterly. The bottom of the cliff is weird, it seems that I can only meet the senior in the bamboo house.

Li Fuyao raised his eyes to look at the bamboo house in the distance, and finally walked into the stream again.

As soon as I stepped on it, I felt the sword aura in the stream, wisps and wisps, unclear.

After Li Fuyao walked a few steps, some blood floated out of the stream. After a few steps, those sword qi flowed into the meridian blood along the cut openings. At this time, Li Fuyao wrinkled. After frowning, some sweat broke out on his forehead, and he took a few steps forward and stepped ashore.

But when the scenery in front of him changed, he returned to the shore.

Li Fuyao was speechless. If it wasn’t for the wounds on his feet to remind him that this was not a dream, he would really attribute what happened in front of him to some kind of illusion.

But since he walked to the other side, he had to return to this place. If there was nothing arranged in this place, Li Fuyao would not believe it.

He turned his head to look at the unrecoverable sword, and tentatively asked, “What should I do?”

He seemed to be still angry and turned around and ignored Li Fuyao.

Li Fuyao touched his head and said with a smile, “Pointing?”

Fu Fu Jian pointed to the stream reluctantly, seeing that this meant Li Fuyao was going to walk again.

Li Fu shook his mouth, “Did you lie to me?”

This time there is really no action in the sword.

Li Fuyao looked down at his bleeding feet, smiled to himself, and then he stepped into the creek for the third time, but this time when he walked to the opposite bank, he returned to the bank.

Li Fuyao looked helpless, this time he turned his head back to see the sword again, the latter ignored him.

Li Fuyao found a big rock and sat down at random, wiped off the blood, and then said helplessly: “This must be some kind of illusion or formation, but how can it be broken? Brother Jian, you have been here for so long. Don’t say pointing out the way out, forget it, if you give pointers, 80% of them are teasing me.”

Forever Sword was in the distance, completely ignoring this Li Fuyao who had been talking to himself.

Li Fuyao continued to sit still, after a long time he looked at the sky, and he suddenly cursed in a low voice.

After sitting for almost two or three hours, there was no sign of the sun moving westward.

This is obviously an illusion.

So Li Fuyao, who seemed to have figured out something, walked into the stream for the fourth time, and then unfortunately returned to the spot when he was about to set foot on the opposite bank.

This made Li Fuyao a little bit distressed. He turned his head and looked at the dead sword again, then took a breath and stepped into the stream again, and finally returned to the place without accident.

Li Fuyao was a little desperate.

What does this mean?

Sitting on the shore, Li Fu shook his head and looked at his feet, then turned his head and glanced at the stalk.

There is still no answer.

“What the **** does this mean?”

Li Fu shook his head and looked up at the sky, really feeling confused.

After sitting down for another half an hour, Li Fuyao walked along the same path when he started to come and went to see the broken sword and the stone on which the sword was originally lying, but after seeing it, he felt that there was no benefit. Finally returned to this creek.

If it hadn’t been for the uncles who had warned him not to shoot swords at will before he came down to the bottom of the cliff, otherwise he would have long wanted to shoot a sword against this stream, but as it is now, if he can’t go to the opposite side , It seems impossible to see that sword?

So after not knowing how many times he returned without success, Li Fuyao stepped into the creek again.

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The bamboo house not far from the river is located on bluestone. It is not easy to build a bamboo house where there are no green bamboos at the bottom of the cliff. Now there are two people sitting opposite each other in the bamboo house. It was not the white-haired hermit master Li Fuyao thought, but just two young men.

One man and one woman, one gray and one white.

The young man in a gray robe smiled and said, “I thought that soon after the sword fell, a disciple of Jianshan would come and take it away. It was respectfully enshrined in the sword fairy palace. But after waiting for a long time, he gradually thought that the sword Shan forgot this, but he was a little bit angry when he thought about it. Liu Xiang was the most unrestrained and comfortable sword fairy in the world because of his sword spirit back then. After the death of Jianshan, no one came to pick up his belongings. It’s not disrespectful to him. But no one has come to take it for so many years, so I have some expectations, but now Jianshan has let such a younger generation come to take it, and after the battle on the day of coming to Jianshan, it is more and more withered.”

The white-clothed woman chuckled softly: “Even so, you let the young man walk through Jianxi a hundred times before passing it. It is a bit too much. You put it in front of the stream to imply that he is not infatuated. Negative, but is he so crazy?”

The gray-robed man said indifferently: “Don’t say anything else, even if you want to see me, at least you have to test him. As for the next thing, that is, I have been here for too long, otherwise I will be in this state. Swordsman, how can I care about it? My opponent at the time picked up a character who could not die anymore by blowing his breath. How can I look at him?”

The white-clothed woman shook her head and sighed, “If he has a promising future in kendo, he is expected to become the second Liuxiang, why not?”

The gray-robed man said calmly, “There is only one Liuxiang in the world, so why is there a second one?”

The white-clothed woman remembered something old, and she felt quite touched for a while. After a long silence, she stopped speaking. She just looked out the window. Although she could not see the scenery there, she could know through the sword energy that the young man stepped in again. In a stream.

She sighed in a low voice, “In any case, with so many swords under the cliff, you must give him one.”

The gray-robed man is almost stereotyped and unkind. “If he is not a fellow man, the sword under the cliff will naturally not be taken away. No wonder I and you, but himself.”

The woman in white was dumb, unable to say anything.

The gray-robed man stood up and smiled to himself: “Before the first World War, Liu Xiang could grow thousands of miles with a sword. It is called the most powerful sword by the swordsmen in the world. Only in ancient times, for a while I don’t know how many swordsmen have given up their original study of sword spirit swordsmanship and focused on their sword spirits. But what was the result? Liu Xiang, the strongest sword spirit, confronted the enemy in Jianshan, and even a great demon never killed him. Even the woman Xie Lu also cut off two of them. Liu Xiang was said to be unparalleled in the sword qi world. Isn’t it slapped in the face so unbearable? Back then, the four words of high spirits were biased in everyone. But I only think that Liu Xiang can be called. If so, how can he die on Jianshan?”

The woman in white frowned and said, “Then what do you think?”

The gray-robed man smiled without saying a word. He just walked out of the bamboo house to see the young man who had walked down the stream more than a hundred times before finally coming over.

It’s hard to say whether he is a fellow in the same way, but at least he feels that he is qualified to talk to himself.

Only when he walked out of the bamboo house.

The sound of swords at the bottom of the cliff was endless, one louder than one.