Six thousand years, six thousand years of change.

No one has ever known what happened six thousand years later, because no one has ever been fortunate to live six thousand years.

Six thousand years is enough to make the swordsman's lineage so miserable now.

Six thousand years are enough to turn those sword immortals who were famous in the past into dust.

But the old man said he was ten thousand feet tall. If this is true, he has been almost six thousand five hundred years old since the beginning of six thousand years.

But the old man said that he had been dead for six thousand years.

Even the Sword Immortal really can't live for six thousand years.

When Li Fuyao climbed the Sword Mountain, he saw the remnant souls of the female sword fairy Xie Chen and the sword fairy Lu Changyan. He knew that some things could be preserved even if the person died.

I think if this old man is really a thousand feet tall, he can only be a wisp of residual soul or something.

The old man nodded calmly, "I was originally a wisp of soul attached to the sword, but I have been breathing for so many years. If I hadn't tried to figure out something, why would I be like this?"

Li Fuyao thought about the stone statue outside and the news that had been passed down six thousand years ago, and asked in confusion: "What happened to the battle with Liu Jianxian when he was the last one?"

Everyone has such things as curiosity. Even if Li Fuyao is in this situation, he naturally wants to know the result of the decisive battle six thousand years ago. Moreover, what he practiced was a sword, so he wanted to know even more.

The old man did not answer this question immediately, but asked: "How do you talk about Liuxiang and me in the mountains and rivers now?"

Li Fuyao did not hide it and told the old man all the things recorded in the book. After finally speaking, he talked about the place where they are now.

The old man sat in place, listened quietly, smiled sadly, and then said slowly: "The battle between me and Liuxiang should be regarded as the strongest battle at that time. Liuxiang is a genius, but in terms of qualifications, he is not as good as me. I am a sword embryo, and I am suitable for practicing swords when I was born. But although he is not a sword embryo, he has a high understanding and walks so fast that he does not look at others at all, so he is inseparable from that battle."

The old man raised his eyes and looked at Li Fuyao and said, "The sword fairy is so magnificent, but Liuxiang and I don't want outsiders to watch the battle. It's difficult to choose a battlefield. I chose it for three months before I chose it here."

Li Fuyao asked in confusion: "Why is the senior choosing?"

"Liuxiang is above the top. Since entering the sea, he has not taken everyone in the world. In his eyes, there is only one sword flying immortal. He leaves this world. He is so arrogant and naturally doesn't care where he chooses."

Li Fuyao nodded and put himself in his shoes. If he was in Liuxiang's situation, he would not be much worse than that.

"He doesn't care about the outcome of this sword competition because he was extremely arrogant and thought he would not lose, but I am different. I want to win, and I don't want to lose if I have it."

"I made a little arrangement, so I won the first move."

This is not a glorious thing, but the old man told him calmly that after these six thousand years, the old man has lost the persistence of his reputation.

After all, it is normal for people to die for six thousand years.

"But Liuxiang is Liuxiang after all, and even if I have the initiative, I can't beat him in the end."

"I only realized how powerful Liuxiang is after three days of comparing the sword. His sword energy is so sharp and his sword intent are all rare in the world."

Even if the beginning of the story is as you wish, the result may not be what you hoped for.

The old man still remembers the incident that happened back then.

It seems that this is the most tragic battle the old man has experienced and the last battle, so he still remembers it fresh.

Li Fuyao frowned and asked, "Just just compete in swords, is it really a matter of life and death?"

The old man shook his head and sighed: "Liuxiang is extremely proud. Naturally, he will not kill people for the sake of killing. After winning me, he never worried that I would surpass him one day. He put his sword into the sheath and turned slowly."

"I couldn't help it when I looked at his back as he turned around."

When saying this, the old man had some unspeakable emotions in his eyes.

Li Fuyao's expression was dull, and he couldn't help it, so he naturally did something that Liuxiang could not bear.

The old man whispered: "I used a sword to Liuxiang's back."

Six thousand years ago, I was afraid that no one could defeat Liuxiang uprightly. Since Liuxiang could not defeat Liuxiang uprightly, it would be a blessing to defeat Liuxiang.

Li Fuyao said: "Senior did not succeed."

The old man nodded and smiled, "It's a bad thing to not be able to beat Liuxiang, but it's not unacceptable."

"It's just that Liuxiang can't accept someone's sword at him behind his back, so he doesn't want me to leave here again."

This sentence is an understatement, but in fact it was the same six thousand years ago.

Liuxiang's light sword could take his life, but he still showed mercy.

"He left his statue and told me that he would stop when he saw him."

"In fact, in order to prevent me from going back on my word, he killed my cultivation and used the sword formation to trap me here. Even if I didn't keep my promise, I couldn't leave."

"I survived for hundreds of years and finally died, but I tried my best to leave a wisp of residual soul, which was actually because of his words."

Li Fuyao whispered: "What do you mean?"

The old man glanced at him, "Liuxiang said you will come."

This sentence surprised Li Fuyao. The invincible sword fairy Liuxiang lived six thousand years ago. It was definitely impossible for him to see Li Fuyao, but why did he say this?

You will come, who are you?

Li Fuyao remembered the first thing the old man said before, and what he said at that time was, you are really here.

You should be the same person in between.

Li Fuyao felt something was wrong, so he took a step back and asked, "Who is the dry bone outside the stone gate?"

The old man smiled and said, "That's me."

Li Fuyao looked at the old man and asked in horror: "That sword?"

"That sword is called Wanzhanglong. It is my sword, cast from cold iron."

Li Fuyao said afterwards: "Senior has already broken through the sword formation."

The old man smiled and said, "Yes, Liuxiang is so arrogant that he thinks that his sword formation will definitely trap me. Who knew that I broke the sword formation within a hundred years of his departure."

Speaking of this, the old man's voice suddenly became shrill, "Later I realized that the sword formation has never been these broken swords, but this place!"

Hearing this, Li Fuyao no longer planned to listen. He pressed the hilt of the sword and rushed outside.

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