Super Elation Under the Sun Chapter 81: Take the sword (five)

lnmao.org, the fastest update of the latest chapters in the world!

Li Fuyao, who had not yet figured out the situation, saw the sword stabbed at him. After a brief loss of consciousness, he quickly drew out the wooden sword around his waist. Fu Jian flew straight ahead, and then pierced the Fu Jian Jian again to make it sway, as if he was 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 handle in the Baiyu River before he walked out of Baiyu Town. The scene of the White Fish Sword, that sword even turned into a big white fish at the time, was far more frightening than the rusty unrecoverable sword nowadays.

It's just that the unrelenting Sword of No-Recovery didn't seem to retreat even after a sword failed. After regrouping, it was stabbed with another sword. Li Fuyao dodged sideways, and the wooden sword was no longer slammed on this handle. There was a slight noise from the sword of the sword, and then Li Fuyao thought about reaching out to hold the hilt of the inexorable sword. Who knows, the inexorable sword quickly galloped away, and after stopping in the distance, He didn't take the sword easily anymore, but pointed at Li Fuyao with the tip of the sword far away.

Li Fu shook his head and looked at the sword confusedly, and said helplessly: "Brother Jian, this is a good chat, why are you so anxious?"

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

Li Fuyao raised his eyes to look at the bamboo house on the opposite side, 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.

Li Fuyao walked a few steps, and some blood floated out of the stream. After a few steps, the sword qi followed the cut openings into the blood of the meridians. At this time, Li Only after Fu Yao frowned, some sweat broke out on his forehead, and he took a few steps forward and stepped ashore.

But as soon as the scenery changed, he returned to the shore.

Li Fuyao was speechless. If it weren't for the wound on his feet reminding him that this was not a dream, he really wanted to attribute what happened in front of him to some kind of illusion.

But since I walked to the other side, I have to return here. If there is nothing laid out in this place, Li Fuyao would never 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, ignoring Li Fuyao.

Li Fuyao touched his head and said with a smile: "Pointing and pointing?"

Fufujian pointed to the stream reluctantly, and it seemed that Li Fuyao was going to walk again.

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

There is really no action this time without resuming the sword.

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

Li Fuyao looked helpless, this time he turned his head back and couldn't regain the sword, the latter ignored him.

Li Fuyao found a big rock and sat down at will, wiped off the blood for himself, and then said helplessly: "This must be some kind of illusion or formation, but how can it be broken? Brother Jian, you are here. It’s been a long time and I don’t want to point out the way out. Forget it, if you point out, 80% of them are teasing me."

The No-Recovery Sword was in the distance, completely ignoring this Li Fuyao who had been talking to himself.

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

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

This is clearly 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 the **** 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 elusive handle.

There is still no answer.

"What the **** does this mean?"

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

After sitting withered for another half an hour, Li Fuyao walked along the way when he started to come and went, went to see the broken sword, and saw the stone on which the dead sword was lying, but after seeing it, I didn’t think there was any. With the slightest benefit, he 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 wanted to shoot a sword against this creek, but as it is now, if he can’t walk Going to the other 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.

——

The bamboo house not far from the stream 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 facing each other in the bamboo house. And sitting, it was not the white-haired hermit expert 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 Hall, but I couldn’t wait for a long time. I gradually thought that Jianshan had forgotten this, but I was a little bit angry. Liu Xiang was the most unrestrained sword spirit in the past, and he was the most unrestrained and comfortable sword fairy in the world. After the death of Jianshan, no one came to pick him up. The relic, isn't it disrespectful to him. But no one has come to pick it up for so many years, so I have some expectations, but now Jianshan has let such a younger generation come to pick it, and I want to come to Jianshan after the battle, 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's a bit too much. You put it in front of the stream just to imply He is so obsessed, but is he so obsessed?"

The gray-robed man said indifferently: "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 How can I care about a swordsman in this realm? 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 calmly said: "There is only one Willow Lane in the world, why is there a second Willow Lane?"

The white-clothed woman remembered something old, and felt very emotional for a while. After a long silence, she stopped speaking. She just looked out the window. Although she couldn't see the scenery there, she probably knew that the boy was another time through the sword energy. Step into that stream.

She whispered with emotion: "In any case, with so many swords under the cliff, you must give him a handle."

The man in the gray robe 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 can't blame you, but only himself."

The woman in white is 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 instead focus on sword energy. But what is the result, Liu Xiang, the strongest sword spirit, confronts the enemy in Jianshan, and even a big demon has never been killed. Even the woman Xie Lu also cut off two of them. Liu Xiang was said to be unparalleled in the world with sword energy. Isn’t it slapped in the face with such an embarrassment? Back then, the four words of high spirits were used on everyone. I am biased, but I only think that Liu Xiang is worthy of it. In that case, how can he die on Jianshan?"

The woman in white frowned and said: "Then what do you think?"

The gray-robed man laughed and said nothing. 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.

Just when he walked out of the bamboo house.

The sound of the sword at the bottom of the cliff was endless, and the sound was louder than once.