Super Elation Under the Sun

Ether Qing Jing faced the Wan Chi who was also in Tai Qing Jing, Li Fuyao couldn't get the slightest advantage.

The realm cultivation base of Wan Chi now is obviously much stronger than before, and it is enough to tell a lot from the face.

Even more arrogant about the coercion that the Tao has always been strong.

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

If the opponent is too clear, Li Fuyao can fight him life and death, but now that the opponent is in this state, how can he fight?

Wan Chi tore off a cloth tape from his robe, and then casually **** his gray and white hair.

This static movement makes it so different.

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

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

This is indeed not in line with common sense. A sword fairy who has been dead for six thousand years, even if it exists in this world because a ray of remnant soul is attached to the sword, if he absorbs the sword energy and returns to the sea, this world is too much. Don't make sense.

As if he knew the doubts in Li Fuyao's heart, Wan Chi said indifferently: "You younger generation naturally didn't know that I was famous for the number of swords I used to move mountains and rivers. It's just relying on cultivation. Only I can have so many natal swords. Every sword is connected to my heart, and every sword is like an arm."

"Wanzhang long is the head of the sword, and the other swords are not far behind. I brought these swords to Liu Xiang back then. Guess he was also surprised?"

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

"Yes, I don't deny Liu Xiangqiang at all. Only by placing 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 very much. He said flatly: "Liu Xiang is the strongest swordsman in the world. According to your words, the current surname is not as good as him."

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

Up to now, Li Fuyao is still like a junior in kendo, in the face of life and death, completely ignored, on the contrary, he is still thinking about consulting Wanchi kendo.

Everyone knows that a swordsman has a sword at his waist and he can get it anywhere. Who would have thought that someone could have the same ten thousand feet, and one person could have so many natal swords. Doesn't this mean that swordsmanship can be stronger?

Think about the ten thousand feet against the enemy, with one sword in hand and various swords around him. What a horrible scene?

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

"Liu Xiang is naturally the most brilliant swordsman in this world."

"Whether it is six thousand years ago or six thousand years later."

Today, Li Fuyao has heard Wan Chi praise Liu Xiang more than once, and it is no surprise.

It's just that Wan Chi has skipped the topic of why he can return to half a step.

Li Fuyao didn't speak, just looked at Wanchi.

Wan Chi smiled and said, "Want to know how many natal swords I can use? You are not my apprentice, why should I tell you?"

Li Fuyao thought for a while, and then asked seriously, "Why didn't senior kill me?"

Yes, since Wan Chi turned back to his youthful appearance, he had been talking nonsense with Li Fuyao for a long time. Since time is limited, it is natural that he should fight quickly, how could he be so procrastinated.

Wan Chi said indifferently: "I haven't seen outsiders for six thousand years. What does it matter if I say a few more words."

Li Fuyao retorted earnestly: "Senior killed me, took my body, and walked out of here. Naturally, I can see other people. No one will talk to you."

Speaking of asking for my body, Li Fuyao did not know why but thought of the brothel.

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

Li Fuyao calmly said, "Perhaps you can't kill me either."

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

But there is really no villain who has so many words, forced to talk non-stop.

When they talk so much, it is naturally because of other things.

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

Hearing these words, Wan Chi looked at Li Fuyao with some appreciation in his eyes, but what he said next was still plain, "I now have some doubts that even if I get your body, I can deceive Liu Xiang."

Li Fuyao held Qingsi and thought for a while, "Don't you want to give it a try, senior?"

Wan Chi was a little confused, and asked: "Could you not want to die like this?"

Li Fuyao smiled strangely.

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

"Of course you can't fool me."

Outside the Shimen, the stone statue seemed to be alive, and a man with a sword eyebrow and stars came out of the stone statue and stretched his waist.

He has a sword at his waist.

His cyan robe is on his body and he is very heroic.

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

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

Wan Chi frowned, "Then how do you know that you are still my opponent?"

Liu Xiang didn't look at Wan Chi with his straight eyes, but put his hands behind his head and said with a smile: "Because I am Liu Xiang, the unique Liu Xiang between heaven and earth."

This sentence seems to be unreasonable.

But he is Liu Xiang, it seems there is some truth.

Wan Chi nodded, "You are not Liu Xiang."

Liu Xiang said: "You are not a million feet, a sword aura against a ray of remnant soul, who do you say can win?"

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

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

The first one is naturally Liu Xiang himself.

"Okay, what's the point of pretending to be a god? You made the kid think that you are really half a step into the ocean, so you lose your mind, so you can take advantage of the void, but in fact, he has never put down his sword now."

Wan Chi glanced at Li Fuyao and said with a smile: "He is indeed a brilliant offspring, except for his poor aptitude, the rest is good."

"Bai Zhihan's boy is not far behind."

Wan Chi waved his hand, "Come on, fight a fight, six thousand years later, you may not be able to beat me."