Super Elation Under the Sun Chapter 111: The master is on the mountain, the sword fairy wants to draw a sword
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The ancestor Xu Ji on the mountain has already picked up the old thing about the ancient sword again. Although he has not yet descended the mountain, he is already a sword aura and a bullfight. This kind of aura can only be achieved by a swordsman who has truly become a weatherman. Weather, if this is based on the kendo senior who was proficient in poetry many years ago, it should be described in poems such as "the sword is used by a man, and the book can know the name" to describe the style of the swordsman, but the kendo back then Senior, the cultivation of kendo is really average. Although the poems are very well written, many people do not admire it. Back then, a sword fairy who had already sat high in the clouds said with a smile that if his kendo cultivation could have poetry With half the skill of the text, I don't know how many fans will be added to this mountain and river.
Xu Ji did not rush down the mountain, nor did he rush to pay attention to the things down the mountain. He was just gaining momentum. He hadn’t made a sword in the past few decades. Now if he wants to make a sword, he must die the strongest sword in his body, otherwise. How can I stop the viewer.
Before the ruined temple, the statues of Liu Yibai and Xie Lu were already full of cracks, but Liu Yibai didn't care at all. He stood in front of the ruined temple, climbing to the peak with a sword intent, and his whole body was full of vigor. When pressing the weeds around his waist, the sound of swords rang out from time to time.
He looked at the senior sister Xie Lu beside him, laughing, "Junior sister, this sword is definitely the strongest sword in my life, it's really great."
Xie Lu nodded and whispered softly: "Brother Liu Jianqi is comparable to the sword fairy Liuxiang."
This sentence, whether true or false, is a great affirmation of Liu Yibai.
It's a good thing to be able to compare with the sword fairy Liuxiang, who arrogantly dominates the mountains and rivers back then. In any case, it is a good thing that makes people feel good.
Liu Yibai chuckled, flattering little Junior Sister, very useful.
He turned his head and smiled at Xie Lu and said, "I took this last sword as a gift to Fuyao. What do the younger sisters think?"
Xie Lu nodded, "Although it still seems that the brother is a bit unwilling, but it is also very good."
Liu Yibai was noncommittal, but walked out of the ruined temple, and suddenly said loudly: "Li Fuyao, be optimistic about this sword, your uncle, the last sword I left for you, I'm watching it carefully."
Li Fuyao, who was thinking about the match with the ancestor before the deduction, suddenly raised his head and looked at the ruined temple.
Liu Yibai in Tsing Yi, with weeds out of her waist, suddenly burst into sword energy before breaking the temple, Liu Yibai laughed, and took one step, bringing boundless sword energy, and swept down the mountain.
Li Fuyao frowned, ran forward a few steps, and quickly closed his eyes.
Look at this sword carefully.
Although he still doesn't know to whom this sword was made.
The swordsman Liu Yibai went down the mountain mightily.
After Li Fuyao closed his eyes, he only felt a bright light flashing in front of him, and at the same time some things seemed to be floating beside him, and he wanted to reach out and grab it, but he didn't necessarily catch it.
But it feels dazed, but there is no doubt about it.
This is what Liu Yibai did deliberately.
After Liu Yibai went down the mountain, Xie Lu, who was holding the peach blossoms, walked a few steps, came to Li Fuyao, stood with the boy for a while, and was better than the current boy's height, she clearly remembered , He was about the same height as her when he went up the mountain, but now he is half a head taller than her, so that Xie Lu had to raise his head slightly to speak.
Xie Lu gestured with his hands, and suddenly whispered softly in Li Fuyao's ear, "Little guy, the uncle has gone down the mountain. You will go on the road alone, remembering that no matter what. Take care. If you can really become that kind of sword fairy one day, don’t forget to mention the name of your uncle Liu. He is very stingy. By the way, uncle will ask you again, in your life. , Who is the most beautiful woman you have ever seen?"
Li Fuyao closed his eyes with concentration to observe the sword, without opening his mouth to answer.
Therefore, Xie Lu just smiled to himself: "Then you assume that Shishu is the most beautiful woman in the world you have ever seen."
"The last thing, Li Fuyao, after you see your master Chen Sheng, remember to give me a sword and tell him that if you miss Xie Lu, you miss the best woman in the world!"
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After saying this, Xie Lu suddenly turned his head to look at Ye Shengge, and said a word towards this Taoist species. The Taoist species stood up, thought for a moment, and finally nodded.
Xie Lu is satisfied.
After turning her head, she hugged her sword down the mountain.
The walking is very free and easy.
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On the Menchen Mountain Road, the watcher walked up the mountain for a few steps, and then felt a sharp sword aura in front of the door. This sword, not to talk about the sword intent, just to talk about the sword aura, is enough to be considered The second fierce sword he has ever seen in his life.
As for the first sword, it was naturally the one that was made when he climbed the Shenxie Mountain towards Qingqiu.
That sword, although it was not aimed at Qingqiu, if a sword fairy is really willing to use his hand to cast a sword against these mountain monks, no matter what, it is not a trivial matter.
The sword that year made the Taoist priests on Shenxieshan dare not breathe.
Nowadays, although the sword spirit is still sharp, the sword is still far from the sword. Although it is also due to the realm, most of the swordsmanship of the two people are not in the same way. Online sake.
As for the things in Kendo, in many cases, it is not about realm.
Liu Yibai's sword is like a spring weed. Although it is not as bright and lovely as a flower, it is still vigorous and grows tenaciously.
There is a long colorful river in front of the subject, blocking this sword.
But the sharpness of this sword is still somewhat surprising to the subject.
Only when Jian Qi met this colorful river, he already stunned the river so much. The watcher stood with his hand holding his hand, and calmly said: "Your sword, the sword spirit is fierce, and the rest are counted. It’s not good, but this one is already good."
Liu Yibai laughed and advanced with a sword.
The sword aura is getting stronger and stronger.
But he was also in tattered clothes, and there were a lot of big and small holes.
The watcher stretched out his hand and pushed forward, and the colorful river slowly flowed.
The weeds held by Liu Yibai finally came into contact with this colorful river.
When the wild grass meets the Wucai Longhe, Liu Yibai handed the sword forward with a cold face. This wild grass did not produce a slight arc. After Liu Yibai's tiger's mouth broke, the whole sword broke every inch, and it turned out to be a temperament rather than bending.
The subject's expression remains unchanged.
Liu Yibai went to death peacefully.
The strongest sword in my life has been made, and this life is worthwhile.
The subject whispered: "Why bother."
It's too late to sigh.
The next sword comes from Xie Lu.
This female swordsman with a ruined temple on the foot of the mountain dominates with swordsmanship, her sword is like a bright moon on the horizon, a peach blossom in front of her, and a little snow yesterday.
It's dazzling.
The subject calmly responded and drove the colorful river to stop these dazzling sword moves. After seeing the sword in Xie Lu's hand, he smiled helplessly: "Sheng Ge, what? I can give it away."
Xie Lu ignored these things, just handed out one sword after another.
As for the end, I was still pierced by the colorful river.
Xie Lu smiled helplessly, and folded his sword.
The subjective mentality is normal. Both of them can be regarded as brilliant swordsmen, but in fact they are not very powerful, and they are in front of him Liang Yi.
Today Jianshan, the strongest sword still comes from that old ancestor.
The subject is very clear about this.
So he kept walking and kept going.
In the ruined temple at the foot of the mountain, after the two statues were shattered, the entire ruined temple collapsed with a bang.
Since then, there are no three uncles at the foot of the mountain, and this ruined temple that Li Fuyao has never entered.
Li Fuyao has burst into tears before opening his eyes.
He suddenly turned his head, looked at Ye Shengge, and asked, "Who is coming up the mountain?"
Although Ye Shengge has no affection for this young swordsman, he still patiently said: "My master, Liang Yi, the subject of Shen Xieshan."
He didn't talk about the first person under the saint, obviously he was afraid of frightening Li Fuyao.
Li Fuyao was silent for a long time and asked a question, "What is he doing up the mountain?"
Ye Shengge tilted his head, "Maybe I just want to go up the mountain to see the scenery."
Li Fu shook his brows and frowned deeply. He took out the blue silk in the sword box and asked softly: "I want to fight you, how about it?"
Ye Shengge was not stupid. Looking at Li Fuyao like this, he figured out exactly what he was going to do for a moment, "Want to vent my anger?"
Li Fuyao did not answer this question, but just asked: "Can you fight or not?"
Ye Shengge originally wanted to refuse, but remembered what Xie Lu said to her before, she chuckled softly: "I want to beat you into a pig's head."
Li Fuyao was noncommittal, holding his sword in battle.
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At the bottom of Jianshan mountain cliff, in that bamboo house, the two sabers from Jianxian Liuxiang and the scabbard are playing against each other. The three and two in a gray robe are suddenly very angry, and the four and two are Liu Meiwei. Yu, obviously not in a good mood.
In two cold voices: "If Liu Xiang is still there, this little Taoist priest, I will cut off his past and present life without even a single sword."
Siliang did not dismantle the platform this time, and echoed: "No one can afford your sword."
Three two angrily said: "Where did Chao Qingqiu go, when did Jianshan let these people provoke at will?!"
The two of them were silent. Although the two of them were under the cliff, they actually knew very clearly about the things on the mountain. They knew what Jianshan was like now, so now they are only complaining, but they are definitely not. Without any psychological preparation.
Three by two overthrew the chessboard, got up angrily, "Fuck, fuck, fuck!"
He scolded three times in a row, which shows how angry he really is.
The chess pieces rolled down from the board, ticking around in the bamboo house, a mess.
Quietly, she bent down to pick up those black and white chess pieces. She didn't say a word, but she was not calm.
Three or two in a gray robe suddenly spoke: "I'm going to Jianshan Mountain."
Turning his head in fours and twos, he asked in confusion, "How do you get up?"
In two bets: "Climb up!"
This time, Siliang really stopped paying attention to him.
After packing up the chess pieces, Siliang sits back to the original position, replays the game with his memory, and then speaks indifferently, "Before someone wanted to take you up, you didn’t want to, now I want to Go up, what's the use, you can't go up."
Sit back to the original position in twos and threes, with a weird and solemn expression.
The two stopped talking nonsense, they just restarted the game.
After a long time, two and three whispered softly: "One day, I want to let these Taoist priests know that between heaven and earth, the last thing that should not be offended is us stupid swordsmen!"
Siliang knew that when it was not the excited three and two that said these words, it became more obvious that he had that idea.
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Before the Guanzhu walked to the top of Menchen Mountain, an old Confucian student came down the mountain carrying a bookcase and passed by the Guanzhu. The old Confucian angrily pointed at the Guanzhu and cursed: "Liang Yi, you really are It's not worthy of being called your own demeanor!"
The watcher ignored it, just looked at the mountain, where there was a sword intent, which became more frightening.
Behind Guanzhu, a bright moon gradually emerged.
The subject of this is to do everything possible.
The old scholar said solemnly: "Liang Yi, do you have to go up the mountain?"
The viewer smiled calmly, "Naturally."
The old scholar shook his head, "Then pass the old man first!"
The watcher's expression is as usual, just pointing to the distance, and calmly said: "I'm afraid that person is not willing."
The old scholar raised his head, feeling the more and more intense sword intent, frowning and cursing: "The old man doesn't know what is good or bad!"
The watcher passed him, not talking nonsense, just heading up the mountain.
It’s just that the sword is finally "long overdue"
The bright moon behind him and the long river in front of him welcome this sword.
A white-haired Xu Ji, carrying old things in his hand, slammed into the master on the mountain road, with a strong sword spirit.
The watcher's expression finally fluctuated, and he spoke softly: "Xu Ji, how does this sword compare to the sword you used to kill me and Shen Xie Shan Keqing?"
Xu Ji was condescending and laughed boldly, "This sword is naturally better than the same day."
The subject frowned, "What's the point?"
Xu Ji replied with a sword, "Something is enough!"
The sword energy was overwhelming on the mountain road, and the trees on both sides were disturbed by the sword energy, like a strong wind blowing, so that countless trees on both sides of the mountain road were cut off.
The ancestor Xu Ji has studied kendo for many years, and the realm is no longer comparable to ordinary people. Therefore, no one can fault this sword. Even if it is a subject, it is inevitable and can only be hard. anti.
So this colorful river meets this sword.
The Wucai Longhe is finally not as strong as before. After a sword, it didn't even take advantage of it, and the watcher even took a half step back.
It's just that the bright moon behind me is getting brighter and brighter.
The master made a seal with both hands, and said words in his mouth.
The colorful river is full of light, and it turns out to be an old story of an ancient sword full of sword aura. Xu Ji's expression remained unchanged, and the sword was still handed out. The sword light flashed, but it was a pity that he couldn't cut off the subject's head. , Just made the viewer frowned.
The two people, one is the ancestor of Jianshan, and the other is the first person in the Taoist school. In comparison, they have not yet decided the winner.
If this is placed outside, I don’t know how many monks will remember the power of these swordsmen again.
The ancestor failed with a single sword, and after two steps back, he swung a second sword abruptly.
This time, on the sword body, all the blue aura entangled, and the rest of the cultivators were afraid that they would die in the slightest.
But this sword slashed on the long colorful river, only temporarily slowing the flow of that long river.
The bright moon behind the subject is so bright that people can't open their eyes.
Xu Ji looked up and looked calm.
Whether a sword can be achieved, in fact, has already had an idea in my heart, but it is also an extremely important thing to be unable to produce a sword.
Sword Mountain must not be insulted.
If there are countless sword sects in the world, this mountain of swords will be boarded by the master. It can be said that the master climbed this mountain but not all the swordsmen in the world are under their feet. , But nowadays, the place where the swordsman is inherited, how can the watcher go up the mountain in such a place?
Xu Ji smiled helplessly, if it was the same year, if it was the same year.
If it was back then, where would the current situation happen?
It’s just not back then.
The ancestor said coldly: "Liang Yi, even if you climb this mountain today, there will be a swordsman walking up your Shenxie Mountain one day."
The watcher looked plain, "Maybe there will be, but it won't be you."
Xu Ji frowned. "Back then, my swordsman believed that killing was the number one in this world. Although it is now declining, using a sword is not bad at all, and killing is not difficult."
Guanzhu's expression remained unchanged. He didn't have the intention of killing people. He just wanted one purpose after the journey, and that was to make the swordsmen in this world have no energy.
Just a moment later, he suddenly frowned and raised his head. The sky was clear and no one was seen, but the bright moon became a little dim.
After a while, a voice came from afar, "Liang Yi, you really think you are the number one in this world, are you afraid that Chaomou will go up to Shenxian Mountain and break your orthodoxy?"
Liang Yi looked complacent, "If Chao Jianxian is willing to face down, I will naturally wait for Liang Yi."
Chao Qingqiu's voice is erratic, "It's fine, you have to go up to Jianshan, and Chao will behead a saint today."
This sentence is shocking, like a huge boulder rolling down a river, causing countless waves.
Liang Yi originally had no waves in the ancient well, but after a moment, he watched a colorful scene in the distant sky, with a huge yellow crane flying into the sky.
Liang Yi was silent. As stated in the three thousand scrolls of the Ascending Heaven Tower, the immortal rides a crane and sits high in the clouds. Now there are no immortals in the mountains and rivers. Naturally, those who can sit high in the clouds are only saints.
The saint riding a crane, apart from Taoism, there is really no other possibility.
What Liang also couldn't see was that at the bottom of the yellow crane, there was a man in white robe.
Walking into the air, the man in the white robe had a cold tone, "Du Gong, are you going to die for your disciple today?"
Among the mountains and rivers, the only person who dared to call the saint’s name is Chao Qingqiu.
The middle-aged Taoist sitting high on the back of the yellow crane, with a calm expression, holds a mirror of the universe and gossip.
Looking at Chao Qingqiu, he just spoke indifferently: "Today you die and I die, there is no conclusion yet."
Chao Qingqiu didn't speak, but the long sword at his waist was unsheathed. It was just a sword. Before it was swung out, a towering giant sword could be seen for thousands of miles around, and the sword was rolling. Just letting people see it makes me feel terrified.
Although Chao Qingqiu had fought two great monsters one after another, but now he is not afraid of the Taoist saints in their heyday.
He stood in the air, his expression indifferent, and countless stars were shining in his eyes.
If anyone else sees this scene, they will know that the sword fairy is really furious.