When facing the Taiqing Realm at the same time, Li Fuyao could not have any advantage.

Now the cultivation level of ten thousand feet is obviously much stronger than before. Just by looking at the face, it is enough to show a lot.

I even talk about the always powerful pressure.

Li Fuyao's hand holding the sword did not tremble, but was a little helpless.

If the other party is Taiqing, Li Fuyao can fight with him in life and death, but now the other party is in this state, how can he fight?

Wan Chi tore off a cloth strap from his robe, and then casually tied up his long gray hair.

This stillness and movement seem so different.

Wan Chi smiled calmly and said, "Even if you want to delay time this time, there is nothing you can do. I have at least one stick of incense."

Li Fuyao frowned and said, "This is not in line with common sense."

This is indeed unreasonable. A sword immortal who has been dead for six thousand years can exist in this world even if a wisp of residual soul attached to the sword. If he absorbs these sword energy and returns to the sea, it would be too unreasonable in this world.

As if he knew the doubts in Li Fuyao, Wan Chi said calmly: "You younger generation naturally didn't know that I was famous for the many swords that I used to control. Even if other swordsmen in the sea could control thousands of swords, they were just relying on their cultivation. Only I, Wan Chi, could have so many natal swords. Each sword was in line with my heart, and each sword was like an arm instructing me."

"The sword head is the head of a thousand feet long, and the other swords are not far from each other. I led these swords to Liuxiang back then. Do you guess he was also surprised?"

Li Fuyao said mercilessly: "No matter what Liu Jianxian is, the final result is that you are dead, and Liu Jianxian is still alive."

"Yes, I don't deny that Liu Xiangqiang is at all. Only by putting him in the highest position can I convince myself that being defeated by him is not a shameful thing." Wan Chi was not angry, but said very plainly: "Liu Xiang is the strongest swordsman in the world. In your words, the current dynasty who is surnamed Chao cannot match him."

Li Fuyao looked at Wan Chi's eyes seriously and said calmly: "I want to know more about how my seniors can have so many natal swords."

At this point, Li Fuyao is still like a junior of the swordsmanship, completely ignoring his life and death, but instead is still thinking about asking Wan Chi's swordsmanship.

Everyone knows that if a swordsman has a sword around his waist, he can go anywhere. Who would have thought that someone could have so many natal swords like Wan Chi? Doesn’t this mean that the sword can be stronger?

Think about how terrifying the scene when I was ten thousand feet facing the enemy, with a sword in my hand and a sword surrounding me?

Wan Chi paused and said, "No one can let me use so many swords to fight against the enemy, so no one knows that I have so many natal swords, but even if I use so many swords to fight Liuxiang, I still lose."

"Liuxiang is naturally the most outstanding swordsman in this world."

“Whether it was six thousand years ago or six thousand years later.”

Today, Li Fuyao has heard Wan Chi praise Liuxiang more than once, and it is no longer surprising.

But Wan Chi skipped again why he could still return to the topic of half a step in the ocean.

Li Fuyao didn't say anything, just looked at Wan Chi.

Wan Chi smiled and said, "I want to know that I can have so many methods of natal swords? You are not my disciple, so why should I tell you?"

Li Fuyao thought about it and suddenly asked seriously: "Why don't you kill me?"

Yes, since Wan Chi turned back to his youth, he has been talking nonsense with Li Fuyao for a long time. Since time is limited, he naturally should fight quickly, so how could he delay so much?

Wan Chi said calmly: "I haven't seen outsiders for six thousand years, so what's the point of saying a few more words?"

Li Fuyao retorted seriously: "Senior killed me and asked me for my body. When you walk out of here, you will naturally see other people. How could you worry that no one will talk to you?"

When talking about asking for my body, Li Fuyao remembered the brothel for some reason.

Wan Chi was silent for a moment and said, "Maybe you are more interesting."

Li Fuyao said calmly: "Maybe you can't kill me either."

The stories told in the years before Li Fuyao were naturally the villains died of talking too much.

But there is really no villain who has so much to say, and he keeps talking.

When they talk so much, it is naturally because of something else.

For example, nowadays, Wan Chi may be afraid of something.

Hearing this sentence, Wan Chi looked at Li Fuyao with some appreciation, but the following words were still plain, "I now doubt that even if I have your body, can I deceive Liuxiang."

Li Fuyao held the black hair and thought for a while, "Senior, don't you want to give it a try?"

Wan Chi asked with some confusion, "Do you want to die so much?"

Li Fuyao smiled strangely.

...

...

There was a long silence again, until a sigh sounded in the distance.

"Of course you can't deceive me."

Outside the stone gate, the stone statue seemed to be alive, and a man with sword-eyed eyebrows and star-like eyes walked out of the stone statue and stretched.

There is a sword around his waist.

He was in his green robe and was extremely heroic.

Wan Chi turned his head and looked at Liuxiang, his face was dull, as if he had expected this result, but he still asked: "Liuxiang, since there is a sword energy left, why haven't you come out to see me for the past six thousand years?"

Liu Xiang smiled and said, "That's because you are too weak."

Wan Chi frowned, "How do you know that you are still my opponent now?"

Liuxiang did not look at Wan Chi directly, but put his hands behind his head and said with a smile: "Because I am Liuxiang, the unique Liuxiang between heaven and earth."

This sentence seems to make no sense.

But he is Liuxiang, so it seems to make some sense.

Wan Chi nodded, "You are not Liuxiang."

Liu Xiang said: "You are not ten thousand feet either. A sword energy is against a wisp of residual soul. Who do you think can win?"

Wan Chi thought for a while and said softly: "I don't know much, but since you still have your sword energy, it doesn't make much sense for me to go out today. Let's fight another fight."

Liu Xiang glanced at Li Fuyao and smiled calmly, "Although you are a bad person, your sword is indeed the second most powerful one I have ever seen."

The most amazing one is naturally Liuxiang himself.

"Okay, what's the point of pretending to be a ghost? You made that kid think that you were really half a step into the ocean, so he lost his mind and let you take advantage of the situation. But in fact, he has never put down the sword in his hand now."

Wan Chi glanced at Li Fuyao and smiled and said, "He is indeed an outstanding young man. Except for his poor qualifications, the rest are all good."

"The boy Bai Zhihan likes is not much different."
Chapter completed!