After walking around the bamboo house and coming behind, he saw a bluestone path leading to the distance. Li Fuyao looked slightly cold. Just walking on this bluestone path, he felt a bit cold. Although he also felt it was sword energy, it seemed even colder than before, and it looked more like a gust of cold wind, with a little resentment.

The countless broken swords under the Jianshan cliff are actually similar to the sword tomb. However, most of the broken swords under the cliff are broken by demon cultivators, and there is still some resentment and uneasiness on the sword body. After falling off the cliff, the man in gray robe gathered here. Over time, a sword forest was formed. Although there is no full sword energy like the bamboo house in front of the bamboo house, walking in it actually has a great impact on the sword heart, and people with weak will may die here.

Li Fuyao walked slowly along the bluestone path. Every time he took a step, the power of holding the wooden sword in his hand became greater. After vaguely seeing the many swords inserted next to the bluestone path not far ahead, Li Fuyao stopped.

Now the mist that blocked his eyes had all dispersed, and what caught his eye were the swords that had no sword tips or hilts, or the swords that had no flaws but were rusty were inserted on both sides of the bluestone path.

There were two smells in the entire air, one was cold and the other was rotten and decaying.

Most of these swords have been around for thousands of years. They were left behind during that war. What can still be left behind can prove how extraordinary it is. However, during this period, countless swords still rotten due to the erosion of time, so it is not surprising that the air is full of decay.

However, when Li Fuyao really stepped into this sword forest, he began to find that the cold air began to invade his pores into the blood meridians little by little.

Li Fuyao endured the cold air. Now he even missed the hot pot in Baiyu Town. If he could eat some at this moment, it would be very effective in resisting the cold air. Even if it was not effective, it would make him feel better on a psychological level.

After walking a few steps, he finally saw a long sword with almost no rust on the body and cold light was still there. Li Fuyao thought about it and stretched out his hand, but before he could touch the hilt, the latter clearly felt a sense of resistance, which forced Li Fuyao to give up.

Things like choosing a sword are all about your love and your will. Perhaps even if there is some gap, you will never show such resistance before you even encounter it.

Li Fuyao really wanted to see what was happening at the end of the sword forest, but with the current situation, he would be more cold to the bone after taking one step. He didn't know if he could go to the end of the sword forest to look at all the swords.

When choosing a sword, you need to follow the circumstances.

But the word "联" is hard to say.

Li Fuyao is just a little swordsman in the second realm of the swordsman. He has a body of energy coming out of the Ling Mansion and can only remove the cold air bit by bit, but it is far less fast than the invasion of the cold air.

Li Fuyao, who was helpless, could only speed up his pace, hoping to choose a sword in a short time and take it out. But then he tried to hold several long swords one after another, but none of them did not feel any resistance. Some swords even wanted to invade all the sword energy that was left on the sword into Li Fuyao's meridians and let him die here directly.

After staying here for a long time, these swords have already developed a lot of bad emotions.

Li Fuyao accelerated his pace. This time he stopped in front of the sword. It was thrown in by the man in gray robe, and it seemed a little out of place. After seeing Li Fuyao, it turned its sword and seemed to be reluctant to see Li Fuyao. Li Fuyao asked carefully: "Brother Jian, why are you the only one?"

The sword was unmoved and even walked a few distances inside, unwilling to be held in Li Fuyao.

Li Fuyao was very sad.

He looked at the depths of the sword forest where there was still no end in sight, gritted his teeth and walked several steps forward.

This time, I could see the broken swords, and there was no complete one.

Li Fuyao sighed, feeling the increasingly biting cold air, and did not want to walk forward easily. After sitting down, he silently recited the mantras taught by Chen Sheng several times and closed his eyes and ran the qi in his body, hoping to use this to dispel the cold air in his body.

Until now, Li Fuyao has a little bit of complaining about the swordsman's world, although I have only one sword attitude. If there are some Taoist or Confucian magic weapons on him who can protect himself, there is no need to be afraid of the so-called cold air. But since he has embarked on the path of this swordsman, there is really no reason to complain about anything.

After half a stick of incense, Li Fuyao, who felt better, set off again. This time he walked dozens of steps before stopping.

This time, there were some short swords in front of him. Li Fuyao thought of the hidden fish on Uncle Xi’s waist, and felt a little sad. He actually didn’t like short swords very much from the bottom of his heart.

Therefore, after a few glances, I continued to move forward. It seemed that I didn't walk to the end and thought I couldn't find a suitable sword.

At the beginning of this bluestone path, the man in gray robe and the woman in white stood side by side, standing in place, the man in gray robe remained silent, while the woman in white said in a deep voice: "He has walked halfway and walked forward. Those evil swords that you deliberately put in the last one should not be suitable for him."

The man in the gray robe remained unchanged. After walking a few steps, he came to the stream and said calmly: "Everything depends on fate. Perhaps some evil swords were willing to take him away when they saw him. Besides, the last swords, apart from the evil swords I threw, may have accidents."

The woman in white frowned, "I finally saw a young man practicing swordsman, who looked like the young people I saw on Jianshan back then. If you let him die here, I would not agree."

The man in gray robe shook his head, not making any promises, but just smiled calmly, "Who knows?"

The woman in white shouted, "Do you remember when Liuxiang was just a down-and-out man holding a sword, skewed you on a pig intestine and roasted it on the fire? At that time, there was a lot of fishy smell on your body. It didn't know how long it took to dissipate gradually. I don't want you to live in my sword sheath."

The truth was revealed, and this man was one of the personal experiences of that incident back then. Everything he said was well-founded. I am afraid that even Liuxiang was still alive, there was no way to refute it. But for the man in gray robe, this was definitely one of the things he was most reluctant to recall. Now that he was mentioned, he seemed helpless. "No matter how you talk about these old things, I would not take action to bring him out of that sword. Before entering, I had already made it very clear that the path he chose was dead. Could it be that he would blame me?"

The woman in white snorted coldly, "Who are you not good at studying? You have to learn the guy in Liuxiang. He is so weird. He looks down at this world. Do you know that you are at the bottom of the cliff now, not on the mountain!"

The man in the gray robe did not argue, but just walked back to the bamboo house alone. He was unwilling to reason with the woman, but it didn't make sense. In fact, the sword fairy Liuxiang was the same. He had never explained the reason with the woman in his life. After all, it didn't make sense. So it was excellent to use swords as well.

Liuxiang's sword was originally unsuccessful until it was unsheathed. With his unparalleled sword energy in the world, not many people dared to reason with him. Now the man in the gray robe who has learned Liuxiang's temperament is exactly the sword.

On Li Fuyao's side, he finally stopped when he was about dozens of steps away from the end. Now there were many swords in front of him, but he did not look at the long swords with sharp swords, but instead looked at a rusty sword and looked at it again and again.

The reason was simple, just because he saw that the rusty long sword was almost ten feet away from the long swords with bright and bright body.

It seems to be isolated and unsociable, but it seems to be disliked by those swords.

Anyway, the final result is that its sword is completely isolated.

Li Fuyao was silent for a while, remembering the scene of struggling to survive alone after being sent to Baiyu Town that winter night. As he thought about it, he felt very uncomfortable. He suddenly asked, "How about we go together?"
Chapter completed!