"The Tomb of Jian Yun, the Thirteenth Generation Master of Fengyun Sword Sect"
This row of words on the stone tablet exudes a sense of ancient vicissitudes, and it is unknown how many years it has existed.
This is actually a tombstone!
The thirteenth generation leader of Fengyun Sword Sect must also be a strong person in the Guiyi Realm.
Even stronger.
Unexpectedly, a strong man of this level could not escape the end of his fall.
All four of them felt an indescribable feeling in their hearts.
But at the same time, the four of them also had some questions.
There is no doubt that this is Fengyun’s Secret Treasures, but why is there a tomb here?
Could it be...
Lin Fan frowned slightly and controlled the Samadhi True Fire to circle around.
Wherever the Samadhi True Fire passes, the dense fog will be slightly dispersed and the visibility will be slightly improved.
Lin Fan's pupils shrank twice.
He saw, in the thick fog, black figures standing one by one.
Square and square.
Looking at the shape and size, it is exactly the same as the tombstone in front of me.
Mao Jianjian looked around with wide eyes and whispered: "It seems... they are all tombstones."
"Could it be that this so-called Fengyun Secret Treasure is actually the Fengyun Sword Sect's cemetery?" Jing Wuya said with a frown.
Lin Fan did not speak, but took two steps forward, bowed deeply towards Jian Yun's tomb.
He accepted the baptism of Fengyun Sword Sect's Sword Intention Changhe, and also accepted the Sword God Seal and the inheritance of Jian Taixu. To a certain extent, he can also be regarded as the successor of Fengyun Sword Sect. Therefore, for the senior masters of Sword Sect, Lin
Fan still maintains some respect.
After bowing, Lin Fan continued to move forward.
But as soon as he stood up, a wisp of green smoke suddenly floated above the tombstone in front of him, and then the green smoke actually condensed into the appearance of an old man with white hair and white beard, and an immortal spirit.
The old man was floating in the air, frowning slightly and looking at Lin Fan with a bit of confusion in his eyes.
"May I ask if you are Senior Jianyun?"
Lin Fan fisted his fist and asked tentatively.
"That's right." The old man nodded and asked, "Which generation of sect master are you? Why are you so weak?"
Lin Fan said: "Senior, I am not the master of Fengyun Sword Sect."
"Be bold!"
Jian Yun suddenly became furious, his beard and hair spread out, his white robe danced wildly in the wind, and the surrounding dense fog was also triggered by it, causing it to billow violently.
"What a bold madman. You are not the leader of our sect, so how did you get the divine sword seal of our sect? Tell me honestly, did you snatch it or steal it? What happened to my disciple Jian Taixu?"
As soon as he finished speaking, a fierce storm of sword intent roared out of Jian Yun's body and crushed Lin Fan.
Chi Yue, Mao Jianjian and Jing Wuya were all forced to retreat continuously by this storm of sword intent.
Lin Fan's expression changed slightly.
As expected of the thirteenth generation master of Fengyun Sword Sect, Jian Yun’s sword intent is so terrifying!
He is Jian Taixu’s master, and he should be Jian Taixu’s previous sect master. He is so strong!
Although Lin Fan's sword power has also been greatly improved, it is still much inferior in comparison.
Under this storm of sword intent, the Sword God Seal that had been integrated into Lin Fan's body unexpectedly emerged automatically.
Even the gallbladder of the sword also came out of the body.
Lin Fan hurriedly said: "Senior Jian Yun! The Sword God Seal was passed down to me by Master Jian Taixu!"
"That's nonsense! No matter how stupid Jian Taixu is, he can't pass the Sword God Seal to others at will! Moreover, he is still such a weak person." Jian Yun obviously didn't believe it, staring at Lin Fan with his eyes, and shouted.
, "You'd better recruit them for real, otherwise, I will destroy you!"
The storm of sword intent suddenly became more violent.
Lin Fan gritted his teeth and said: "Senior! Fengyun Sword Sect has become history, and Senior Jian Taixu only has a remnant soul left. It was he who passed the Sword God Seal to me before it completely dissipated. The power of the Sword God Seal,
Senior should know that if Jian Taixu hadn't been passed on to me on his own initiative, how could I have conquered it with my strength?"
"What did you say? Fengyun Sword Sect has become history? What do you mean by this?" Jian Yun asked in a deep voice.
Lin Fan then informed Jian Yun about the demise of Fengyun Sword Sect.
Jian Yun was immediately hit hard.
"My Fengyun Sword Sect...actually...this bunch of bastards from the Ancient Divine Court! Ah!!!"
Jian Yun looked up to the sky and roared angrily.
"Bang bang bang bang bang..."
The storm of sword intent swept away in an instant, triggering a series of explosions.
After venting his anger, Jian Yun actually became a little more transparent.
"Senior..." Lin Fan said softly.
Jian Yun looked at Lin Fan and asked, "What's your name?"
"Lin Fan."
Jian Yun took a deep look at Lin Fan, raised his head, and said slowly: "Okay, Lin Fan."
"Since Jian Taixu chose you, there must be his reasons."
"I am a dead person, with only a trace of my soul left. I can't do much, but you can!"
"Lin Fan, are you willing to accept my inheritance?"
Hearing this, Lin Fan was overjoyed and was about to nod.
Jian Yun then said: "Don't rush to agree. Accepting my inheritance means that you have to bear a responsibility! Our Fengyun Sword Sect was destroyed by the ancient divine court. The hatred of destroying the sect is irreconcilable!
I know that it is unrealistic to destroy the Ancient Divine Court, so Lin Fan, I only ask you that when the next great war comes, you can kill a few more bastards from the Ancient Divine Court. Are you willing?"
"I do!" Lin Fan said solemnly.
"good."
Jian Yun nodded slowly.
Then his eyes suddenly condensed, he raised his right hand, put his index and middle fingers together, and pointed towards Lin Fan.
Immediately, a stream of light poured into Lin Fan's eyebrows.
Lin Fan's body trembled slightly as he felt a massive amount of information pouring into his mind. Among the information, there was combat experience, insights into the way of the sword, and even sect management.
There is also a set of sword techniques.
"Wind and Cloud Sword Technique" is a complete set of sword tactics. Lin Fan only had a rough perception of it and was shocked.
This set of sword techniques is very simple, but very powerful.
The wind sword is fierce, vast, and unparalleled in speed. It is about defeating ten enemies with one force.
The Cloud Sword is endless, emphasizing the use of softness to break the hardness.
If the wind and cloud are combined and mastered, the Fengyun Sword Technique will be cultivated to perfection, with both hardness and softness, and the power will be increased countless times!
As if Lin Fan had found a treasure, he quickly bowed and said, "Thank you, senior!"
The sword cloud is almost transparent at this moment and is about to dissipate.
He looked at Lin Fan and said, "Little guy, please."
"I will definitely live up to the great trust!" Lin Fan said loudly.
Jian Yun nodded, a smile appearing on his face.
Then, it disappeared.
Lin Fan bowed deeply to Jian Yun's tombstone again.
Mao Jianjian lightly jumped to Lin Fan's side, tilted his head and looked at Lin Fan, and said: "You guy, it seems that you have taken away all the benefits of being with you. I'm a little doubtful, are you too?
Just like Jue Qianhen and Jin Chanzi, he is a son of luck!"
Lin Fan smiled and said, "Let's move forward."
"Um."
Several people nodded and continued to explore forward.
Soon, we came to the second tombstone.
"The Tomb of Jian Taki, the Twelfth Generation Master of Fengyun Sword Sect"
Lin Fan also stepped forward and bowed deeply towards Jianlong's tomb.
He speculated that if he carried the Sword God Seal and bowed to the tombstone, he could awaken the soul of the person in the tomb.
Sure enough, a wisp of green smoke also floated from the tombstone, transforming into a beautiful woman in palace clothes.