Super Elation Under the Sun

There was a snowfall in Xiaoyuan City for some reason. The snow was not heavy at first, but soon the snow became heavy. After a while, the entire Xiaoyuan City will be snowed.

Standing in the yard, Li Fuyao felt a bone-chilling chill. He looked up at the snow falling from the sky, his expression a little unpleasant.

Looking for the fairy sword to penetrate Mr. Mu's body, Mr. Mu is dead, but the blood line has been spreading, spreading to somewhere in the night. It is precisely because of that blood line that Xiaoyuancheng can be lost for a while. It was so cold in the time.

Li Fuyao moved his thoughts slightly to return the Xunxian Sword to his sleeve, feeling the bloodthirsty sentiment from the sword body, instilling a sword intent into it for comfort, but soon he felt the vast power Pressing, frowning slightly, the whole person instantly recalled the sword nineteen and Cao Jianqing two swords, the Qingsi sword in his hand, the whole person's aura rose to the top in an instant.

But after a while, an abnormal change occurred!

Xun Xianjian didn't know why it had slipped out of his sleeves. At this moment, it had already slipped into the distance and inserted into the ground where there was already snow.

Li Fuyao picked up Chen Tianen with one hand and went under the eaves. This old man who had not recovered yet was pushed into the room by Li Fuyao. After closing the door, Li Fuyao looked far away and waited.

After a while, Xunxianjian began to tremble.

A distant voice came from the dark night, "This sword was destroyed by us thousands of years ago, why let it see the sky again, are you not afraid to let the world experience another turmoil?"

The voice was extremely cold, just like the world today.

Hearing the sound is like seeing a blizzard.

Li Fuyao held the hilt of the sword, unable to detect where the person was at all, he stood there and asked loudly, "I don't know who the senior is?"

The voice in the dark night did not answer, but the sword intent suddenly became overwhelming in the entire Xiaoyuan City. Swords all over the city rang, and countless sword intent hovered in the midair of Xiaoyuan City. Those sword energy began to flood the streets and alleys.

There is no doubt that this great monk who has never seen his face in Xiaoyuan City should be a genuine swordsman, and just by looking at this mighty power, he is at least a climber.

Although there are many swordsmen in the world today, they are really not too many to count. There are several swordsmen in the sword mountain, and it is really difficult to see elsewhere.

Li Fuyao felt the beginning to spread to

The sword energy in front of him, silently drew out the sword, to drive away those sword energy.

"Chaomu Realm?"

In the night, the voice rang again for some unknown reason.

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Old Jianxiu was under the bridge hole, feeling the chill and sword intuition most intuitively.

No matter how much he drank, no matter how drunk he is now, he should be sober now. Feeling these sword intent, Lao Jianxiu dare not say a word, he stares at the river with the strongest sword intent, and dare not dare asthma.

Old Jianxiu held the wine jar and swallowed, then watched the river separate from both sides.

Originally, after the heavy snow came, the river quickly froze, but now, it seems to have been cut open with a sword, and a man who can't see his face walked out of the river.

He had long snow-white hair, his clothes looked very broken, and there were even two iron chains from his shoulders to lock it, but even so, this tall man is hard to see. A sense of decadence.

There is an invincible aura on him, even if he is locked in by someone, this aura has no effect at all.

There is no sense of vicissitudes on his face, but his eyes can let people see the stars, the sun and the moon. The long snow-white hair means that he is not young, but there is not the slightest oldness on his face. In this way, the man was even imprisoned here.

Those two chains can explain the problem.

He stretched his hand over the blood line that started from the Xunxian Sword. After holding it, the blood line quickly froze and looked very strange. As the ice on the blood line spread to the distance, the man took a deep breath. Breathing out a cold breath, looking at the old Jianxiu under the bridge hole, he said, "Wine."

The voice was cold, but it was much easier than before.

This person doesn't know his identity and doesn't know why the man here looks at the wine jar.

Old Jianxiu didn't dare to hesitate at all, stretched out his hand and threw the wine jar at the man.

The man's shoulders were trapped by chains, but his hands were still able to move. After reaching out to take the wine jar, he raised his head and took a sip, his expression relaxed a lot.

He looked into the distance and his voice was calm, "The city is full of my swords. You are standing there. Why don't you come here to see me."

The voice drifted far, and soon drifted into the courtyard, Li

After Fuyao heard it, he didn't move, and the city was full of sword intent, but after showing such a posture, the man never showed up, I'm afraid there is a problem.

"If you don't see me, I can still kill you, you come to see me, I want to talk to you."

Li Fuyao stood on the spot, holding the sword, but said nothing.

It seemed that the man was hovering in the air and knew all the things that happened in Xiaoyuan City. After knowing that Li Fuyao hadn't moved, the man fell on the freezing river.

He held the wine jar with one hand, and the blood line with the other, walking on the river at will, but every step, there were countless swords sounding.

There are only a few swords in this small garden city.

Old Jianxiu had one handle, and Li Fuyao had a few.

Nothing else.

Therefore, these sword sounds do not know where they come from.

But it is tangible and can be heard.

As the man walked on the ice, Xiaoyuan City’s sword intent became more and more prosperous. Li Fuyao shot his sword in the small courtyard in the distance, but there was nothing he could do. The sword intent was already within ten feet in front of him. .

The Xunxian sword trembling slightly in the snow.

Li Fuyao asked with difficulty, "Senior and Xunxianjian are old?"

The man didn't answer directly, just said: "Now this sword can still be called Xunxianjian?"

The blood line that spread from the Xunxian Sword is now completely frozen, except for the Xunxian Sword, that line is full of chill.

When will there be such a swordsman again in this world, it seems that the realm of this swordsman is far more than just climbing a building.

If it is a sword fairy, why would he act like this?

Li Fuyao was puzzled.

Just incomprehensible, Li Fuyao still didn't have the idea of ​​going out to meet that person. He was extremely uneasy, and there was a voice that kept him away from that person.

Li Fuyao stared into the night, and asked in a deep voice, "Who is Senior?"

The sound is in the wind and snow, and it can't be regarded as fast to travel, but it can still fall into the ears of some people.

After the man heard these words, he just smiled indifferently, and made a storm.

"What is Xiaoyuan City?"

"Xiaoyuan City exists because of me."