An unknown person has been buried in a grave for hundreds of years, and a sword like Phoenix shocked the world.
Zhanlu Qingtian walks with benevolence, and the night mist alone makes the world peaceful!
Two completely different sword intents frequently intersected. One's famous sword reappeared, with shocking swordsmanship and peerless sword intent, and had the absolute upper hand! The other's benevolent sword glowed, with unbeatable swordsmanship and immortal sword body, and was at a disadvantage, but later
However, in the face of adversity, he gradually broke through the shackles of swordsmanship, and continued to break moves, absorb, learn, and reorganize Fenghui Swordsmanship under the amazing swordsmanship of Mingjian Wuming...
Losing Tang Dao Yin Yue meant losing the self-created ultimate move of "Returning to Origin in One Move". Dongfang Fan thought about focusing his future progress on the integration of Zhan Lu and Fenghui sword techniques.
Zhanlu is a very special sword. Regardless of its strange and uncertain weight, its attributes alone do not exist for attacking at all. The focus of Fenghui Sword Technique is to kill people with breaking moves, and all tricky attacks are
It is based on the desire to kill and the intention of the sword, so the requirements for the sword's edge are very strict - but Zhan Lu is not suitable.
"Once I have thoughts of killing, the sword's heart will waver, and the magic of the sword's heart to control demons will no longer be effective. At the same time, Zhanlu's sword edge is sometimes sharp and sometimes blunt. I still cannot control the changes of this sword. There is still too much time left.
More... Even if you really control it, above the Jian Gang realm, the threat level of sword skills is extremely small. On the basis of sword skills, you must at least derive a set of sword techniques suitable for Zhan Lu.
At this moment, we are dealing with the many things we are about to face..."
Although Dongfang Fan didn't know why Mingjian Wuming suddenly launched a fierce attack, the latter did not have murderous thoughts in his offensive. He was not worried about being killed, so he restrained his murderous thoughts in time, dealt with it, and in the predicament
, the key to finding a breakthrough in swordsmanship.
At this time, the sword slave stepped out of the wooden house, and Dugu Jianmo, who was guarding outside the house, came closer. The two stood side by side, silently looking up at the two shadows fighting fiercely in the sky.
"The lineage of the Sword God is as light as a heavy weight, and the lineage of the Sword Demon is as light as a heavy weight. They have always been the two widely circulated perceptions of swordsmanship among the Nine Swordsmen. And after you were defeated in that battle, Old Demon, you have been obsessed with the 'Sword Heart Control Demon'
"This set of pure concepts of swordsmanship, I didn't expect that this little devil would realize it before you did. I wonder, old devil, what do you think?" the sword slave teased, his eyes full of admiration as he watched.
"This guy has extraordinary talent, which I never thought of when I first saw him. After that, every time we met, he shocked me more... I could even feel it from him sometimes.
The kind of courage that the human emperor had when he came to dominate the world... Taking the sword technique he is currently using as an example, it was originally a set of offensive sword techniques that focused on attack speed and changeable sword paths, but the pure Jun cannot be used, and Silver Moon has
Destruction, a mouthful of Zhanlu was incompatible with the swordsmanship itself, so...he completely dismantled the swordsmanship and took it from his opponent forcibly. This style is very similar to the one in the rumors!" Dugu Sword Demon has no expression on his face.
No matter how unwilling he is, in his opinion, it is only a matter of time before Dongfang Fan surpasses him.
During the conversation between the two kendo masters, Dongfang Fan's sword style changed for the first time: the offensive that focused on the edge of the sword began to be mixed with bludgeoning routines of slapping the side of the blade. After several times, the Wuming Sword was so shocked that he had to avoid and avoid the sword.
The side attack of Zhanlu sword is mostly countered by sword energy and sword gang.
"Clumsy routine... Solid transformation... Extraordinary understanding... This child's qualifications are unique even in the nearly three hundred years of experience between you and me... No wonder even the famous sword Wuming, which has been silent for a hundred years, has been unsheathed.
"It's done." The sword slave exclaimed, and in the midst of his exclamation, Dongfang Fan's sword path changed drastically again - his first attempt from sword technique to sword technique!
"Zhanlu Sword Jue: Thousands of Miles Away from the Dust!"
Dongfang Fan holds the sword with enlightenment, and the sword formula takes shape in his heart, and the formula becomes a single thought!
However, he saw Zhanlu in Dongfang Fan's hand evolve into hundreds of sword swords, and merged into a hundred-meter sword sword falling from the sky. Most of the sword sword's blade sank into the earth. Immediately, it was used as the core to spread all-round pressure of the sword. The famous sword has no name.
Under this strong pressure, he was forced back more than ten meters!
"Zhanlu Sword Jue: Mountains and rivers are missing!"
Only then did the Hundred Meter Sword Gang dissipate, and the second sword technique came out immediately - Zhanlu Sword Yin. The dust-shocked earth began to crack. The next moment, countless sword demons poured out from the cracks. Under the guidance of Dongfang Fan,
Next, all the sword demons seemed to be alive, flying towards the unknown sword, and the sound of sword strikes all over the sky concentrated on the famous sword!
"Zhanlu Sword Technique: Qingtianhoutu!"
The third move comes out! The nameless sword cannot move under the siege of the sword demon group. At the same time, a second batch of sword gangs rise straight out of the ground directly below the famous sword. The sword gangs soaring into the sky are connected end to end, like a rope.
The earth pillar of the sky tightly trapped Ming Jian within it. No matter how Ming Jian tried to escape, he still couldn't do so.
"Zhanlu Sword Technique: A Flash of Light!"
Dongfang Fan quickly swung the nameless sword in the Zhanlu Chong earth pillar. At the moment of swinging, a fleeting sword shadow crossed the nameless sword, and immediately——
"clang!!"
The famous sword Wuming broke with a sound, and a ray of golden sword soul flashed out from the fracture. After the earth pillar collapsed, it turned into pieces of incomplete stone swords and fell, while the nameless sword soul rushed into the Jiuxiao ring behind Dongfang Fan and issued a
Bursts of crisp and melodious sword melody - Wuming, the second most famous sword in the world of swordsmanship, has become the unique sword string worn by Jiuxiao Huanpei!
He created four self-made sword techniques to defeat the power of the famous sword. Dongfang Fan stopped his momentum and returned. The two people who had been watching from the side were speechless and could only watch Dongfang Fan say goodbye and walk away...
"Orthodox Sword Techniques and Sword Intentions, I didn't expect that the Nameless Sword Tomb would complete its mission on the day I least expected... In this way, I can also take off my burden..." The sword slave sighed in his heart, with a bit of relief on his face.
"Let's take off this burden and pick up another burden. If you can't find the Langya sword body in your lifetime, will it damage the reputation of your first-generation sword soul? Or... you have no intention at all..." Dugu Jian
The demon's words were astonishing. The white-haired old man in front of him who claimed to be a sword slave was actually the sword spirit of one of the first nine swords!
"Old Devil, if I say that I left that sword in my dream, would you believe it?" Wang Langya, the first generation sword spirit, smiled calmly, immediately flew up, and executed a few sword techniques. The next moment, the entire nameless sword appeared.
The broken swords and hidden swords in the tomb trembled violently. Finally, the ten thousand swords took off, and Wang Langya, dressed in the spirit of immortality, trampled on the Cambridge constructed by ten thousand swords, and disappeared...
"Dream? If it is really a dream, then that's it!" The Dugu Sword Demon disappeared in a flash, and the nameless sword tomb that once attracted swordsmen from all over the world to gather to discuss swords disappeared between heaven and earth.
…
After leaving the Unnamed Sword Tomb, Dongfang Fan returned to Penglai Kunlun from the Divine Sword Villa, but Chen Jianfeng had been waiting for him for a long time.
"Sword Gang Realm, not bad! In my impression, your qualifications should be at least at the level of the first generation of Nine Swords. Today will be the last time you and I agreed to send the box. After careful consideration, I decided to
I hand over this Golden Wind Sword to you. This sword is not of the highest quality in terms of quality and spirituality. However, I have contained a sword intention in it. As long as you carry it with you, it can block some unnecessary harm for you.
I can even save your life in a critical moment. Don’t get me wrong, I just don’t want something to happen to a partner that I’m cooperating with, causing the entire plan to get completely out of control.” Chen Jianfeng, as the strongest legend of the Nine Swords in the first generation, was surprised by Dongfang Fan’s advancement.
, but he did not lose his composure. At this time, he handed a simple two-foot dagger to Dongfang Fan.
"Since it is your wish, I will accept it. As long as your timing is correct... Then, even if something unexpected happens, I will be sure to at least fulfill our long-cherished wish to cooperate." Dongfang Fan put away the golden dagger.
Then, with the assistance of Chen Jianfeng and the magic ring, he took the Jiuxiao Ring Pendant and left "Transformation of Immortals".
In Villa No. 134, in Dongfang Fan's room, the silent figure woke up from the wheelchair. With one move of his hand, the Jiuxiao Huanpei once again crossed the distance between the two worlds and reappeared in reality!
"This time, I will try my best to deal with the real matters..." Dongfang Fan gathered his energy and walked out of the room...
The area between Qinhuangdao and Huludao, especially the coastal city of Qinhuangdao, is the most severely infested by White Walkers in the Northeast. Therefore, these two cities are basically extinct, with few people inhabiting them. Occasionally, you can still see some.
The sight of White Walkers flying above it.
Dongfang Fan and Yuan Sin Hall's Lin Ran, Ren Fengbo, and Chen Zhicheng landed on a street in the harbor area of Qinhuangdao in Lin Ran's private Xuanguang aircraft. The Xuanguang aircraft is a new aircraft launched by the Chinese Imperial Capital with actinic elements.
The level of noise in the flight was such that after putting down the four Dongfang Fans, the plane ascended to an altitude of one thousand meters. The general flight altitude of the Strangers was within two to three hundred meters, so there was no need to worry about any accidents.
On the quiet and desolate street, a cold and gloomy sea breeze occasionally blew, and they could only hear whining and moaning, but no trace of human beings could be found. Dongfang Fan and the four people looked around. After a long time, there were only signs of strange ghosts, and everyone felt a little relieved.
Come down.
"Okay, from now on, you can show your ambitions. The three of us will hide not far from you and follow you all the time. Your every move is within our sight. However, if you are not capable enough
If you kill the White Walkers by yourself, don't expect us to save you. Your ignorance caused you to misjudge your own strength, thus ruining your own life. You can't blame others." Chen Zhicheng sneered, and there were not many other people.
Said, the three people disappeared from Dongfang Fan's sight one after another, leaving Dongfang Fan alone in the huge seaside area waiting for the opportunity to prove himself.
The loneliness of "being left alone from the world" exaggerates the surrounding atmosphere. Sitting in his wheelchair, Dongfang Fan is like a candle in the wind, flickering in and out, and like a rock in the waves, stable and unshakable!
"The lonely sea surrounds the realm of death..."
"Thousands of waves swallow up all kinds of people...the silence left behind is the cry of the dead, or the vanity of the king..."
"Insignificant people are caught in the gap between ideals and reality, looking for opportunities to survive... The slightest shake will fall into the reality of an infinite loop... or..."
"…the eternal ideal that cannot be looked back upon…"
Dongfang Fan murmured to himself, and the cold sword intent gradually spread out. He seemed to be integrated with this miserable world, and his body and mind were in sync with it. At the same time, seven cruel shadows flew towards him smelling the smell of food...
