Although it was a bit unpredictable for those giant birds that had ignored Li Fuyao during the mountain climbing, Li Fuyao was wary of the first sight when he saw these giant birds. Now when these giant birds really became a test of mountain climbing, in fact, after a brief loss of consciousness at the beginning, he was ready.

He has a sword in his arms.

The famous sword Xiaoxue is a family inheritance of Xie's family. There are even rumors that this sword was once the sword of the sword immortal Xie Chen, but Li Fuyao had seen Xie Chen on the mountain road before, so he naturally did not take it seriously. But even so, this Xiaoxue actually has a close relationship with Xie.

However, Li Fuyao was not interested in the origin of this sword. He just felt that it would be enough to have such a sword in his hand.

So when the birds were about to pass by him, he handed a sword at the one closest to him.

There was no so-called rolling sword energy, nor any sword intent that was enough to shock others. It was just a sword that did not even stab the giant bird, but Li Fuyao still cut off one of its wings before the bird swept back.

The sky was getting darker and it was no longer clear before my eyes. In the woods in the distance, Wu Shanhe stared at the guy and said angrily: "Why are you killing? Climb to the top of the mountain quickly, otherwise you will be driven down the mountain later."

The sound was not loud, so naturally Li Fuyao could not hear it. The requirements for climbers on Jianshan were actually extremely strict. If he rushed out now, he told the guy that the giant birds were all illusions and it would be fine if he ignored them. It was hard to say whether he would be severely punished, but Li Fuyao would definitely lose the qualification to climb the mountain.

In this young man's heart, he also wanted to have a junior brother.

Li Fuyao didn't know that there was a boy here who was gritting his teeth and was afraid that he would not climb to the top of the mountain before dark. He was just facing the giant birds. He tirelessly set off his sword again and again, and soon a lot of feathers were piled up around him, and the giant birds also left a lot of blood.

The giant bird seemed endless, but Li Fuyao had limited energy.

When he swung out one sword and took away the qi in the Ling Mansion, his face turned pale and his hands trembled slightly. In fact, if he could communicate with the famous sword Xiaoxue, he would not have squandered the qi so quickly. But after all, the sword was borrowed, so it naturally became the current situation. The shaky Li Fuyao suddenly turned his head and looked at the blood on the ground, and was suddenly stunned.

Each of the bloodstains that fell on the mountain path was extremely similar.

Li Fuyao seemed to understand something.

So the young man stopped drawing his sword and let a bird pass by his eyes. His sharp claws attacked him, but the giant birds passed by Li Fuyao, who no longer drawing his sword, and seemed to be unable to touch him.

"It turns out that if they don't draw the sword, they will be gone. If they keep drawing the sword, they will be exhausted here."

Li Fuyao frowned and tried to take a step forward, but there was still no change.

So Li Fuyao let go and took the second step.

Wu Shanhe, who was in the woods in the distance, frowned and said angrily: "You see through it now, just leave quickly. What's the matter? Damn it, it's going to be dark!"

But no matter how much Wu Shanhe said, he never dared to make the sound too loud, so that Li Fuyao could hear it.

"Thank you, the boy you value really won't be able to climb the mountain, so you won't express anything?"

In fact, Wu Shanhe’s worries are Xie Lu’s worries in front of the dilapidated temple at the foot of the mountain.

Seeing that the sky was about to dim and the night was coming, Xie Lu finally couldn't help it. She stood up and said calmly: "I want to lead Xiaoxue up the mountain and help me."

Liu Yibai stood up and didn't ask how to help. He just shouted to the dilapidated temple, "Senior Brother Xi, you're working!"

Then the middle-aged man in gray clothes in the dilapidated temple walked out, with a fish hiding around his waist, and before he could shed his sword, the sound of swords was heard.

Xi Chunan has never compared his sword with anyone, because in his opinion, he should do what he should do when he draws a sword and kills unevenly. However, now that Xie Lu wants to help the young man climb the mountain, he and Liu Yibai must take action, at least they must compare with the last sword.

If the old swordsman on the mountain does not know what happened on the mountain climbing road, he must make more noise at the foot of the mountain. Only the two swordsmen in the morning and evening realm make the old swordsmen on the mountain who care about the situation on the other side of the mountain climbing road are slightly distracted and can only compete in swords.

Xi Chunan may not agree, but since he walked out of the ruined temple, he had already agreed.

Therefore, he planned to compete with Liu Yibai in the dilapidated temple at the foot of Jianshan.

Liu Yibai held the long sword in his hand, looked at his elder brother, and laughed and said, "Senior Brother Xi, I don't really want to compete with my younger sister, but I'm willing to compete with you, but I'm 10,000 willing to compete with you."

Xi Chunan calmly spoke, "Hurry up, it's going to be dark."

Liu Yibai nodded, and soon the sword intent on his body rose to the top, and soon his fingers passed through the sword body. Then, without saying a word, he just handed out a sword.

The sword light suddenly rises, and the sword energy rushes out like a river and sea.

It instantly swept across the entire top of Menchen Mountain.

Now, Xi Chunan's short sword hidden fish on his waist has not yet been unsheathed.

After a while, Xi Chunan drew his sword out of the sheath, and the hidden fish collided with the weeds. There was no sound, but then the sword energy of the two swords swept away.

Xi Chunan was dressed in gray cloth and froze, while Liu Yibai's long hair was blown to move with the wind.

The two of them competed swords, but they did not leave for the victory or defeat, but instead tried their best to create a big noise. Soon, the swords at the foot of Jianshan began to flow up Jianshan because of the two of them deliberately.

Unlike the mountain road that only has one mountain road, the real Jianshan Mountain is actually much more magnificent than Li Fuyao has seen. When the two morning and evening realms at the foot of Jianshan Mountain were doing their best, at the main peak of Jianshan Mountain, the Sword Immortal Hall that enshrines sword immortals throughout the ages, an old swordsman with a haggard face but a surge in sword energy walked out of the hall and looked at the foot of the mountain with a strange expression.

Not far away, a middle-aged swordsman came to the sword. After coming to the Sword Immortal Palace, he did not dare to continue to fight the sword. There were rules on the Sword Immortal Palace. Before this Sword Immortal Palace, no matter whether it was a swordsman or not, it would be regarded as an enemy of the Sword Immortal Palace. Therefore, after the middle-aged swordsman trotted a few steps to the old swordsman, he said respectfully: "Old ancestor, for some reason, the two uncles at the foot of the mountain are competing swords today."

The old swordsman held his hands behind his back, looking at the stars gradually appearing in the sky, and did not take care of the things at the foot of the Sword Mountain, but just asked, "The boy hasn't reached the top of the mountain yet?"

The middle-aged swordsman was stunned when he heard this and quickly said, "It's almost done, there are a few steps left. Will you bring him into Jianshan?"

The old swordsman shook his head, "Sword Mountain has its own rules. When it comes time, if you can't climb to the top of the mountain, you will consider it a failure to climb the mountain. I don't want to break this rule. You go and let him go down the mountain."

The middle-aged swordsman moved his lips, saying: "Old ancestor, this is the only young man who climbed a mountain in ten years, and he is about to reach the top of the mountain."

The old swordsman turned around and said calmly: "According to the rules on the mountain."

The middle-aged swordsman raised his head and looked at his ancestors, but still said nothing.

He was about to turn around and leave, and he was going to take the climbing boy down the mountain.

The old swordsman suddenly spoke, "I personally sent him down the mountain so that some people would not obey the rules."

The middle-aged swordsman nodded without saying a word.

No matter who it is on the mountain, he has always admired. Before the Jianxian Dynasty, his ancestor had the opportunity to set foot in that realm before the Jianxian Dynasty was in Qingqiu, but when Jianshan was provoked, the ancestor slashed it with one sword. After the Taoist monk who was in the realm of climbing the tower was killed, his spiritual palace was not broken, and he escaped thousands of miles. But the ancestor also had a sword, and his sword energy flew thousands of miles, killing the Taoist monk who had already made a famous name in Liangxi. Therefore, Jianshan and Liangxi were in a feud and almost broke out a big battle. Although it finally calmed down, the ancestor missed the opportunity, which was actually the realm of hopeless sword immortals for life.

However, after Qingqiu reached the top of the dynasty, he went to the Shenxie Mountain with one sword, and no one could stop him.

He could only let this sword immortal with unparalleled combat power block the door of his house, and even the spectator had never come forward. After all, the difference between the half-step saint and a real sword immortal was too big.

If a Taoist saint does not bring a few magic weapons, he may not dare to compete with the sword immortal. If the sword immortal is close to him, even the saint will be helpless.

Since ancient times, the sword immortal's combat power has been the best in the mountains and rivers.

Before the old swordsman decided to throw Li Fuyao down from Jianshan, he stood halfway up and scolded at the foot of the mountain, "Nothing!"

So before Xie Lu could pull his famous sword, Xiaoxue, he vomited blood and collapsed on the ground. Liu Yibai and Xi Chunan looked at each other. Liu Yibai shouted to the mountain: "Master, you really can't go out of the way? That little guy is Chen Sheng's disciple!"

The old swordsman paused, but he still spoke casually, "The rules of Jianshan are still not broken. As the supervisor at the foot of Jianshan, can you and the three of you forget what the rules on the mountain are. It's so stupid."

Xie Lu sat upright and said resolutely: "It was the disciple who forgot to tell the boy that he would climb to the top of the mountain within one day. If there is any mistake, he should punish the disciple. How can he implicate the young man!"

The old swordsman snorted coldly and stopped talking.

With a casual move, Xiaoxue, who was originally in Li Fuyao's arms, had already flew back to the foot of Jianshan Mountain.

Then the old swordsman said coldly: "Wu Shanhe, go back to the sword tomb."

Wu Shanhe, who was on the other side of the mountaineering road, looked pale and said nothing. He left the mountaineering road as fast as possible to go to the sword tomb that he was least willing to go to.
Chapter completed!