Feng Lin remembered clearly that when Cen Caixuan was first trapped in the spirit-breaking formation, Cen Caixuan's strength was very powerful.
As for Su Zishu being stronger, it seems that he has learned some kind of pure physical training method.
Feng Lin took out two swords from the space ring and handed them to the two girls respectively, "Give them to me!"
"I can do it alone."
Su Zishu grabbed the sword tightly, shook his wrist, and walked towards the black shadow in front of him.
Cen Caixuan said nothing, she had no intention of taking action in the first place.
Does anyone know if there are any traps?
brush!
Su Zishu leaned down and suddenly appeared on the side of the black shadow.
The sword was swung out diagonally, and an explosion filled the air.
The black shadow raised his sword and blocked Su Zishu's attack very easily.
Click!
The sword in Su Zishu's hand instantly broke into two pieces.
She immediately retreated to Feng Lin, "Your sword is too useless."
Feng Lin touched his chin and thought. He had experienced Su Zishu's power.
Swinging the sword with all his strength must have been ridiculously strong, but this black figure didn't move at all.
Proved enough to compete with Su Zishu.
"Senior, our weapons are useless, why don't you give us one?"
Feng Lin tried to ask, he did not dare to defeat him with the formation-breaking technique without permission.
The formation breaking technique is to destroy the formation. If there is a chain reaction, all the formations here will be destroyed.
They lost the opportunity.
Finally, I was able to reach the deepest point at the fastest speed.
The black shadow in front of him waved his hand gently, and three long swords fell from the sky and stabbed on the floor.
Feng Lin pulled out his long sword and swung it several times, "Senior, can the three of us come together?"
"It can only be done one on one, and only if your swordsmanship is better than mine, you can pass."
As the shadow spoke, two more shadows emerged from the ground.
After the black shadow appeared, two more swords fell from the sky.
Feng Lin looked at the two people beside him, "There is nothing we can do, one person at a time, come on!"
As he spoke, Feng Lin rushed towards one of the black figures.
Clang, clang, clang...
Feng Lin is suitable for fast attacks. The light of the sword shadow flashes quickly here.
Heiying and Feng Lin were on par, and could block every sword.
When Cen Caixuan and Su Zishu saw this, they could only take action.
Apparently, this is a gate-keeping formation, and no unrelated people can be brought in.
If you want to pass, you must at least prove your proficiency in swordsmanship.
Feng Lin's swordsmanship is more focused on assassination, and there are no so-called tricks.
After fighting against the black shadow several times, he gradually gained the upper hand.
Cen Caixuan was originally a master of swordsmanship and could also fight against black shadows.
But Su Zishu was temporarily at a disadvantage. Without using Qi Jin, her strength and speed were almost overwhelming.
But the shadow seems to have copied her speed and strength.
She lost her advantage and was slightly defeated by her sword skills alone.
Click!
Suddenly, Feng Lin used a strange figure to slash the black shadow's wrist with his sword.
Facing the long sword coming from the shadow, Feng Lin quickly changed the long sword to his left hand.
He held the sword in his backhand and charged forward.
The tip of the sword swiped across the side of the black shadow's neck.
"I lost."
The long sword in the black shadow's hand turned into light. He turned around and grabbed Feng Lin's shoulder, "Follow me."
Under their feet, a group of ripples appeared.
The black shadow took Feng Lin and sank.
"Feng Lin!"
Cen Caixuan immediately rushed to Feng Lin's side, but she found that she could not step into the ripples.
She frowned, it seemed that only by defeating the black shadow could she successfully pass.
…
Feng Lin fell from a height and landed in another palace. This palace was exactly the same as the previous one.
He walked forward cautiously, and the dark shadow from before did not appear again.
"This should be our destination."
Feng Lin looked around and sighed softly.
Passing through the palace hall, there is a sword-shaped opening at the back.
Feng Lin walked in and found himself on a grassy field.
Various swords are stabbed on the grass.
There is a round stone table in the distance, with five stacks of black metal pieces placed neatly on it.
Feng Lin lowered his head and looked at the words on it.
Cremation, water burial, burial, wooden burial, gold burial.
Feng Lin remembered that he had released Cremation when he fought with Wei Zhi before.
He picked up the cremated metal pieces and counted them. There were five pieces in total, that is, five exercises.
Feng Lin looked at the others and found that they were all five.
"Fifty-five twenty-five, a total of twenty-five secret sword techniques. It is worthy of being a top power."
Feng Lin stacked these metal pieces together and put them into the space ring.
He was just about to leave when he suddenly turned around and asked, "Who?"
"So greedy, do you want to take them all?"
Behind Feng Lin, a bald old man with a big white beard appeared.
He was wearing a black robe and stared at Feng Lin expressionlessly.
"Senior, the Earth Sword Sect has been destroyed. Now the people living above are the Ten Thousand Demons Sect who can be killed by everyone."
Feng Lin gently cupped his hands, "I finally came in, so naturally I wanted to take away all the skills. I know some descendants of the Earth Sword Sect. Giving them the skills is much better than being left here in dust."
"I don't understand what you are saying. I just set up the image of the formation. My appearance is just to remind you that the skills in your hands are garbage."
The bearded man smiled, raised his head and pointed into the distance, "Did you see that thatched house? The secret of the Burial Sword Style is inside."
"oh?"
Feng Lin looked at the thatched house in the distance, then looked back at the old man, "Senior, why did you tell me?"
"I said, this is set. The world is lacking spiritual energy. After I die, the Earth Sword Sect will definitely be lonely. No matter who comes here, I will tell him."
The bearded old man suddenly laughed out loud, "It depends on whether you dare or not. If you want to learn the Burial Sword Style, you must have the awareness to be buried."
"Will you die?"
Feng Lin asked in a deep voice. He had roughly guessed who this old man was.
It should be the deceased ancestor of the Earth Sword Sect.
"Yes, my mission is over, you can choose to go back with a pile of garbage."
The bearded old man's body gradually became transparent, "My original intention is still to hope that the sword burial flow will not be interrupted."
After saying that, the bearded old man in front of him completely disappeared.
"Grandma's!"
Feng Lin looked at the thatched cottage in the distance, and this old man affected his heart.
Who doesn’t want to learn the most powerful skills?
"I hope you don't lie to me."
Feng Lin didn't think about it at all, he knew what he was thinking.
This time I came to the Earth Sword Sect just for the strongest swordsmanship.
He dropped a transfer token on a grass field and walked into the thatched house.
As expected, there was a formation inside.
Feng Lin was currently in a cemetery.
There are graves all around. There are no tombstones, but there is a sword on each grave.
It gives people a sense of solemn and awe-inspiring desolation.
Feng Lin first took out the transfer token and tried, but couldn't transfer it.
"Oh, that being said, I can only do my best!"
Feng Lin put the token into the space ring and looked around cautiously.
At this time, a hand suddenly emerged from a grave not far from Feng Lin.
Then, an old man climbed out of the grave.
This old man is the bearded man I met before.
He pulled out the long sword from his grave and pointed it at Feng Lin, "Yes, you still chose to come in."
"Senior, don't be so scary when you appear."
Feng Lin rolled his eyes helplessly.
"In the future, when you step into sublimation and can perform the final form of the Burial Sword style, you will realize how wonderful this scene is."
The bearded old man looked at Feng Lin, "The ancestor who created the Burial Sword Style came from Shenxiang and was an invincible swordsman. The Burial Sword Style is a reflection of his life."
Runes appeared on Feng Lin's body, condensing a sword of light, and he stared at the bearded man warily.
