Super Elation Under the Sun Chapter 444: I only have a sword in my chest

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Li Yanhui's bronze sword is very powerful, and it is difficult for Li Fuyao to deal with it.

I don’t know the specific effect of the Dao Sect’s three-corpse method, but the most obvious and direct effect is that Li Yanhui now has a soaring cultivation base compared to before, and the qi in the spiritual palace is not known. Much more majestic than before.

Li Yanhui in such a state can no longer simply be regarded as a clear-sighted person.

When a Confucian monk began to kill people by casual cultivation, this was originally an extremely absurd thing, but behind the absurdity, it often means many other things.

There are murderous opportunities on the head of the city.

This is spring, and the wind blowing is a little comfortable, but at night, it will be a little bit cold.

It's just that both of them are monks, so they shouldn't be able to feel this.

But when the wind carries something else?

Whether it is sword energy or sword energy.

Can make the wind on 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. I think it is a good robe, but it doesn’t mean that he can’t feel the space between heaven and earth. The sword spirit among them.

That's so sharp.

From time to time, the hair was cut by sword energy and then fell.

Li Yan returned to the bronze sword body in his hand with 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 door talisman.

In that case, this knife is also a magic weapon?

The Taoist method is manifested one after another in a Confucian monk. What kind of situation is this?

It's a little weird.

Li Fuyao with a horizontal sword in his chest, 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, and he felt like a Taoist robe.

Guessing this thing doesn’t require evidence, and it’s hard for others to change their minds after they have identified it.

It's just that Li Yan admitted it calmly.

Perhaps knowing that it was either him or Li Fuyao who died today, and one of the two people must die here, so these secrets are not secrets.

So he stood there and started telling a story.

Although Li Fuyao didn't want to hear the story in the middle of the night, it seemed that there was nothing serious about it, so he listened patiently.

The story is not very tortuous. It just says that there was a child who taught many Taoisms and even gave a lot of good things after being led into the Taoist gate. Then one day, his master took him to Shenxie Mountain. , I saw the master who only turned around in Dengtianlou when he was on the mountain.

Guanzhu Liang is also the most famous monk under the clouds.

He is also the most authoritative person in the entire world.

So being able to see the Lord is the glory of most monks.

Naturally, the observer would not say anything to a little Taoist priest. He just glanced at him, and after a good voice, he was taken down Shenxie Mountain, and two years later, Li Yan returned So he arrived at the gate of a certain academy in Yanling, and he became a scholar with good aptitude.

It is natural to enter the academy, and in the days to come, what I will do is practice and inquire about news.

Confucianism and Taoism have never been allies, they are competitors.

They all want to be the only masters in the mountains and rivers.

One mountain does not allow two tigers, nor three tigers.

So Buddhism was expelled back then.

The reason why Buddhism voluntarily went to the Buddhist land of the extreme west was actually kicked out.

Without the big fists of Taoism and Confucianism, naturally they can only be driven out.

It seems that Li Yanhui was inserted into Confucianism by the Taoist monks. I don't know how many.

Of course, there will not be a minority of Confucian monks who have 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 can't return to the north.

So he is in pain.

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 doesn't quite agree with this statement, he said: "What you are doing is not just."

Li Yan replied: "Will the swordsmen want to reproduce the 6,000-year glorious period? Perhaps I will put it another way. If this is done, the swordsmen can return to the 6,000-year glorious period. , Would you choose to do this."

We always hear so-and-so saying that you can give up something for what you say.

So what can the swordsmen not give up in order to regain their former glory?

Li Fuyao thought about it carefully.

I haven't spoken for a long time, and the spring breeze blew beside him, picking up his hair.

Then he smiled suddenly, "No, because our sword is straight."

When I was on Jianshan, my ancestor Xu Ji, or the three masters, all 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.

Perhaps because it is so strong, the sword must be straight?

No one can tell this, but Li Fuyao is a little clearer, doing something and not doing something.

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 have an epiphany.

In the epiphany, it is always easy to break through, and the cultivation base will be higher.

But the swordsman is a bit difficult, even if there are geniuses like Wei Chunzhi in the world, who are in the spring and autumn in the twilight.

But after all, it is in the minority.

Li Fuyao certainly does not belong to such a person.

Even if he walks faster than ordinary people, it is because of opportunities.

There are many people helping him.

It may be said that there are many hands behind him pushing him.

Those hands are more powerful, so let him go faster.

But pushing a puddle of mud, it is impossible to let the mud go faster.

Sometimes the epiphany is not reflected in making the realm better, but has some other meanings, anyway, it is very interesting anyway.

Li Yan felt that Li Fuyao's mood was much calmer, and he felt that the sword aura became more sharp, and frowned. After a while, he said helplessly: "You are really not an ordinary person, you can calm down in a few words. If you survive today, it will be of great benefit to your realm."

Li Fuyao smiled and said, "Thank you very much."

Although they are rivals, although they have to divide birth and death, it doesn't mean that they can't talk like this.

Li Fuyao rubbed his wrists, the blue silk sword was painted with blue light, he looked at Li Yan back seriously, and said: "Please."

Li Yanhui didn't rush to shoot, just said: "If I die, bring the knife back to Liangxi, anyway, you go everywhere, anyway, one day you pass by Liangxi, just drop it somewhere by the way."

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 about it, and smiled: "Okay."

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The victory or defeat between words can only be reflected in people who are reasonable.

For unreasonable people like Li Fuyao and Li Yanhui, it seems to be simpler and more direct.

In the night, the sword light and the sword light complement each other.

Countless majestic sword auras and sword auras 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 swords in the Dao Sect. In fact, in terms of its popularity, it is as good as the peach wood sword. It is also the product of the Dao Sect's desire to challenge the swordsman's killing power.

Just like the Taomu Sword, it failed in the end.

But in any case, since it is something that Dao Sect has spent a lot of energy on, it is not comparable to ordinary spells.

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 unconstrained.

It is obvious that Li Yanhui has never been to the East China Sea, but this does not prevent his sword spirit from being so powerful.

Situation is related to realm, mental state, 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 it is very stable.

This seems to be thoughtful every step of the way.

Think a lot, sometimes something else appears.

But more often, there are some benefits.

Li Fuyao's Yang Jian is the case. 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 his finger across the sword's edge, the sword spirit on the Qingsi Sword was overwhelming.

This sword is much more powerful than before.

Swordsmen all know that a secret method that is not too advanced is to sacrifice the sword in blood.

Blood must be the life essence and blood, and the sword must be the psychic natal sword.

The two are indispensable.

The Qingsi Sword is Li Fuyao's natal sword. Although it hasn't reached the point where it is fully connected with his soul, it is 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 period of time.

The requirements are not too demanding, and they are not available if they are too clear.

Li Fuyao didn't dare to use this secret method in Baiyu Town before, because this secret method can only last for half an hour, and after half an hour, people will be extremely weak and almost useless.

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 doesn't need to use this secret method, because in the same situation, he hasn't encountered any really difficult opponents, and Li Yanhui is 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 with such great ability to surpass him.

Li Fuyao's face is solemn.

Li Yanhui’s method of slicing the three corpses made him the equivalent of three Taiqing blending into one body. Although it must be inferior to the three real Taoist men who went upstairs to attack the sea in one person, they are actually Taiqingjing, at least has 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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As the sword aura on Li Fuyao’s Qingsi Sword became overwhelming, the sword aura on the city’s head began to slowly converge towards Li Fuyao’s Qingsi. The diverging sword aura was like falling leaves in the sky, whether it was sword aura, or No matter what else it is, it hurts every bit.

When the sword energy converges into a line.

It was the most terrible time again.

First-line sword, extremely sharp.

Li Yan looked back 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 doesn't do it deliberately, but walks extremely fast.

This makes him feel a little helpless.

The method of slashing the three corpses is a technique that Dao Sect does not know how many monks can not penetrate, but he has found a different way. If he is in Liangxi, he may become the most brilliant monk except for the Dao species.

But he arrived at Yanling.

Incognito is not enough.

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.

The other pain besides Bei Huan.

There will be so much pain 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 head of the city in an instant.

Boom——

Li Fuyao handed out a sword.

The sword energy gathered into a line and swept back towards Li Yan on the other side of the city.

Li Yan's knife back was cut sideways.

The sharpest thing in this world is sword energy.

The most domineering thing in this world is the knife.

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The head of the city 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 converged into a few, but it didn't make any movement, just normal.

It's like a young kid who has just started to learn the sword and stabbed a sword obliquely.

Not a bit of momentum, but full of power.

The sword is there and the people are 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.

Leave with a sword.

Sword Nineteen and Cao Jianqing quavered with excitement.

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 becoming green, there was not much intimacy at first, but later Wei Chun reached peace After Cao Jianqing and his wife poured a sword qi into Li Fuyao's body and let him open up a spiritual palace for life, the connection between Cao Jianqing and Li Fuyao deepened.

That's why these two swords are so excited.

Except for the two swords and the blue silk.

High-rise buildings are almost the same for ten miles in the moonlight.

I can't speak up.

It's just that at the same time that this sword was swung, these swords were all swept out of the 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.

Fight bullfight with anger.

This sword is a bit arrogant.

Li Yan looked back at these swords, as if he saw a person.

He smiled and said, "Why are there so many swords?"

Although the world is big, I only have 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 and looked at the person who insulted him with the sword. , Said with a sneer, although the world is big, a sword is enough for Lao Tzu.

What a scene this should be.

After Li Fuyao watched that sword flew out, he already knew the outcome.

He looked at Li Yan, who was not evasive, thought for a while, and then said: "There are not many swordsmen, but there are many swords. Some swords are destined to be buried. I don't want to."

Speaking of it, it was because of the sword immortal's ten thousand-foot imperial sword technique that Li Fuyao chose so many swords, but in fact, he still couldn't bear to look at the fateful sword and no one would hold it.

There are many swords in the world, but very few are predestined.

Li Fuyao smiled, just about to talk.

After a while, another sword flew out of the sword box.

Ten thousand feet 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 didn't want to use this sword either.

In the previous days, they could be said to be "respectful as guests" anyway.

When he met the swordsman whom he loved, he sent the sword out.

He never thought that one day, Wanzhang 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, there are three Taiqing, I am not so powerful, only these swords, their previous masters are better than me..."

This sentence is not a lie, don't say that the owner of the ten thousand zhang-long is Jianxian Wanchi.

Speaking of 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.

The sword penetrated Li Yanhui's body.