There was a sword contest six thousand years ago, and there were two sword immortals against both sides of the enemy.

One is Liuxiang, which dares to say that "the sword immortals in the world are like stars, but I am the bright moon", and the other is the brightest ten thousand feet among the stars.

The two people are the farthest ten thousand feet on the kendo six thousand years ago.

Six thousand years have passed, and the two people met again. Although both of them were dead, one left a sword energy and the other only had a wisp of residual soul.

But after all, it is a sword immortal who has been famous for six thousand years. Even so, this sword competition is still earth-shaking.

If the two of them were alive and still alive in the world, I am afraid that the current situation would have long been rewritten.

Think about standing side by side with the first person in the world, Chao Qingqiu, Wan Chi and Liuxiang.

The three of them were angry, afraid that not only the saints of the three religions in the mountains and rivers would be afraid, but even the demon earth monsters would avoid their sharp edge.

Liu Xiang glanced at the black hair in Li Fuyao's hand and sighed, "It's been six thousand years in this blink of an eye?"

No expression on his face.

After he saw the sword energy of Liuxiang, he had no desire for the outside world. The only thing he wanted to do now was to defeat Liuxiang. He had no worries about no one seeing the witness because of Li Fuyao.

He glanced at Li Fuyao and said calmly: "Remember to tell the people of the world that Wan Chi will fight Liuxiang today."

There are many profound meanings in this sentence, which tells the world that even if you have to tell the outcome of the victory or defeat, you may not win, but he doesn't care, because even if you can't win, it's not a big deal, because he has completely disappeared in the world.

If he wins, he can naturally say that he is better than Liuxiang once, which is the supreme honor.

Liuxiang is circling all his life. Apart from the fact that he was really a little frustrated in the end, who else the swordsman really beat the sword in his hand?

Liuxiang untied the sword beside him, lowered his head and murmured: "The weeping willow alley next to the street is deep, and the sword is not there."

Liuxiang died in Jianshan and fell down the cliff with his sword. Li Fuyao had seen it before, so naturally no longer here.

Liu Xiang stretched out his hand and smiled, "Borrow a sword and use it."

Li Fuyao loosened the hilt of the sword, and his black hair flew into Liuxiang's hands.

Bai Zhihan is a junior he values. Although his black hair was not cast by him, he recognized the breath of Liuxiang and did not resist.

I was a little excited.

In fact, if Liuxiang uses black hair to fight the enemy, Li Fuyao will definitely have some benefits afterwards.

Wan Chi suddenly said, "My Dharma is on that white bone."

The method he mentioned was naturally how to cultivate more than one natal sword. Li Fuyao wanted to know before, but Wan Chi insisted that Li Fuyao could not go out alive, so he did not intend to pass it down.

But now it is different. I know I will die if I know I will die, so I will naturally no longer hide it.

After all, Wan Chi is not considered the kind of extremely vicious person.

If you really have that kind of personality, you may not have achieved such a high achievement in the kendo.

The sword path directly reflects the original heart.

Wan Chi suddenly said, "You go out."

Now, Wan Chi has changed his mind again.

In the battle six thousand years ago, there were no bystanders because Liuxiang didn't want to see others watching his sword. Now that Li Fuyao is not allowed to watch the battle, he actually feels that he can't beat Liuxiang.

Li Fuyao glanced at Liuxiang.

The latter nodded.

Li Fuyao withdrew from here as he said, and even closed the stone gate in the end.

He stood in front of the stone gate and looked at the two lines of words on it.

Imagine how Liuxiang was so energetic back then.

Liuxiang, which is truly romantic in the world, is probably considered truly romantic after he reached the peak of the sword path and had not yet thought about pursuing the time before he became an immortal.

At that time, Liuxiang was slashed with unfair things with one sword, and would not be afraid of anything.

Chao Qingqiu is the only sword immortal in the mountains and rivers, and is even said to be the number one in the world of killing power, but in fact he is not really romantic.

Because there are so many things he has to consider.

Chao Qingqiu, who was carrying the swordsman lineage, must admire Liuxiang.

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Inside the stone gate.

Liu Xiang held the black hair and smiled and said, "Ten thousand feet, fight another thousand times and ten thousand times, you are not my opponent, and no one in the world is my opponent."

The gray-haired Wan Chi said calmly: "You look at the sky and everyone looks at you, and you will naturally not reach your height."

"But this battle is my wish..."

Wan Chi said calmly: "If your sword energy doesn't fight me, it's going to dissipate between heaven and earth, why bother?"

Liuxiang just laughed and didn't speak.

Wan Chi sighed: "I heard that the world is very bad now, not like it was back then."

Liu Xiang smiled and said, "You and I can't change you, I can only hope for these young people. That young man is energetic. I just felt that he actually has sword jade on his body, which shows how much Jianshan values ​​him."

The sword jade symbolizing the guest of Jianshan was not many before, and all those who could hold a piece in their hands were sword immortals. Now there is a piece on Li Fuyao. In addition to saying that Jianshan has expectations for him, he can also know how Jianshan has declined now.

Six thousand years ago, no matter how many sword sects there were, Jianshan was the leader.

Now that Jianshan is like this, the other sword sects in the world can tell what it is.

Wan Chi frowned and said, "I don't like the world today."

Liuxiang was a little impatient, "This world does not belong to us anymore."

Wan Chi stopped talking, but just reached out and flicked the sword body.

The sound of the sword sounded

This action is exactly the same as six thousand years ago.

Liuxiang shook his head, "It's boring."

He raised his sword and flew.

Liuxiang's movements are not fast, but they are full of beauty.

Thousand-foot-foot-foot-hitting sword to greet each other.

The black hair in Liuxiang's hand slashed across Wanji's shoulder with a sword, but it was only when it first intersected, Wanji was injured.

Bringing up a large piece of flesh and blood.

Wan Chi smiled coldly, twisted the sword in his hand, and cut through Liuxiang's green robe.

Liuxiang lightly tapped his toes, and the sword tip was pressed out of a curve, and his body flew away, and then another sword was heard.

Now that they have achieved their realm, their cultivation levels are almost the same.

It’s just one is Liuxiang and the other is Wanzi.

The current realm of the two is at most Taiqing Realm, but if they really fight, they will be far better than the average Taiqing Realm.

For example, Liu Xiang's sword easily cut through ten thousand feet of his shoulders. If it were Li Fuyao, it would never be possible.

Wan Chi had no expression on his face and did not care about his injuries at all. He raised his sword to block it. After stopping the sword, he followed the sword of Liuxiang.

The tip of the sword raised, causing Liuxiang's forearm to appear with a wound that was neither long nor short.

Liuxiang frowned.

The tip of the blue-haired sword was lightly on the length of the thousand feet, Liuxiang took two steps back and stood with his hands behind his back.

He was silent for a moment, "I don't have much time."

This is a sad story. I don’t know if Liuxiang left sword energy elsewhere. If only this sword energy dissipated, Liuxiang completely dissipated between heaven and earth.

Wan Chi smiled and said, "So don't keep your energy anymore."

Liuxiang nodded, "Although you are not very good at being a good person, the kendo is really good."

Wan Chi smiled but said nothing, but threw out the sword that had been sucked by him before. One by one, he had re-emerged in the air and hung beside Wan Chi.

Dozens of swords hung quietly in front of him.

It is not because of the sharp sword energy and the sword intent is vigorous, but it is like a little bird dependent on others, very docile.

Wan Chi did not touch Wan Chi long, but stroked another broken sword casually.

The movement is gentle, as if you are stroking a woman's skin.

Extremely pity.

Wan Chi said softly: "Liuxiang, I will not be less than you when it comes to Jiandao."

Liuxiang is a rare serious one, "We have to do something for the kendo."

Wan Chi was silent for a moment and nodded slowly.
To be continued...