Lin Fan's face froze. He could feel the person dressed in the middle-aged swordsman in front of him.

The middle-aged swordsman was wearing a hat and holding a sharp sword in his hand. His eyes were cold and he looked at Lin Fan below, and his strong sword energy was emitted.

Lin Fan looked at the middle-aged swordsman in surprise. He did not expect that there were humans in this city, and the strength that this person burst out was not weak at all, at least he was a strong man in the real world.

"Die!" The middle-aged swordsman jumped up, and a huge sword energy surged out of his body, and shot towards Lin Fan.

Lin Fan's face was shocked.

Oh shit.

Lin Fan couldn't help but curse in his heart, what a sin he had done, he could meet such a powerful middle-aged swordsman in this place where no birds could poop and no one else.

He didn't dare to be too arrogant, and hurriedly activated all the magic power on his body, and recited: "The sword is an iron, and it is spiritual because of the holding, it is moved by the heart, it is alive because of the blood, and it is dead because of the non-thought. The technique of controlling the sword is to regulate breathing, hold the essence and guard oneness, and let the five spirits of the sword be united, and it will be recurrent and endless!"

"Sword Decision!"

A powerful sword energy appeared in front of Lin Fan, and a sword energy that had almost condensed into a solid body appeared in front of Lin Fan.

The middle-aged swordsman's face changed: "Sword Decision!"

A bang!

This small sword flew towards the middle-aged swordsman.

Logically speaking, Lin Fan's strength is only a first-class Taoist priest, and the strength shown by this middle-aged swordsman has reached the real human realm.

But the middle-aged swordsman did not collide with the sword energy of the sword judging at all.

He easily avoided Lin Fan's sword.

The middle-aged swordsman's face became solemn, and his murderous intent towards Lin Fan gradually dissipated. He looked at Lin Fan's eyes and became much more serious: "Yu Jian Jue? Are you the descendant of Shushan?"

Lin Fan looked at the middle-aged swordsman in front of him and felt quite surprised. This guy was very powerful and came for his life just now. Why did he lose the intention of killing after using the sword control?

He was confused, but there was no expression on his face.

The middle-aged swordsman took a deep breath: "The descendant of Shushan actually returned here, interesting, interesting."

After saying that, the middle-aged swordsman looked at Lin Fan deeply, turned around and left, without any intention of continuing to fight with Lin Fan.

What's the point of making a fuss?

Lin Fan also had a question on his face, not understanding what the situation was.

This guy is obviously much stronger than himself, but after seeing that he uses the sword ruling, he turns around and leaves.

And what does the meaning of his words just now mean?

Lin Fan frowned, but the strength shown by the middle-aged swordsman was extremely powerful, and even Lin Fan could not catch up.

What's more, even if I can catch up, I don't have the courage to do so.

I declare in advance that it is not because I am afraid of it. The strength of this middle-aged swordsman is at least the strength of the real person realm.

This is not someone you can afford.

Lin Fan also vaguely felt that this place seemed to have some secrets that he didn't know.

At this moment, suddenly, Lin Fan suddenly looked in the middle of the city.

In that direction, it seems that something is calling for you to pass.

Lin Fan frowned. This city was wrong, or the entire forbidden area of ​​the sword domain, actually gave people a strange feeling.

At this time something seemed to call him over, but he couldn't be sure whether it was a good or a bad thing.

The gate behind him was closed, and there was no way back anyway. Lin Fan gritted his teeth and continued to walk deep into the city, wanting to find out.

At the center of the city, there is a palace.

This palace was built quite brilliantly, but over the years, the entire palace seemed a bit dilapidated, and a sense of history came from this palace.

Lin Fan came to the gate of this palace.

The closer you get to this palace, the stronger the call sound.

With a creaking sound, the gate of the palace was slowly opened.

An old voice came from Lin Fan's ears: "You are finally here."

"Who are you?" Lin Fan hurriedly looked around.

"Come inside and you can see me."

When Lin Fan heard this, he thought for a while, and walked in with great strides.

He was careful along the way and finally arrived in the main hall of the palace.

And this feeling that calls oneself comes from this hall.

After Lin Fan came in, he looked around and shouted, "Who is it? Who is calling me?"

The hall was very peaceful.

Lin Fan continued to shout, "Since I have called me, why don't I come out to meet again after that?"

Bang.

Bang.

Bang.

Suddenly, a white sword appeared in the hall.

Lin Fan looked carefully and found that this was not a real sword, but a sword condensed by the vain energy.

But it emits a white light, and a powerful feeling comes from it.

"Is this, sword spirit?" Lin Fan looked at the sword emitting white light.

I couldn't help but reach out to touch the white light.

Suddenly, tremors came from the entire hall.

"What's going on?"

Lin Fan was shocked.

There were countless roars in his ears.

"Help! Save me."

"My Shushan is dead!"

"Go and find someone who can save me."

An old reputation came to Lin Fan's ears: "You heard it."

Lin Fan felt a burst of energy all over, looked at the white sword light in front of him, and asked, "You, who are you?"

"I am the sword spirit of the head of Shushan."

The sword emitting white light said slowly.

Lin Fan was shocked, what an international joke is this?

I was just wandering around and could I meet the sword spirit of the head of Shushan who wore a sword?

The sword spirit said slowly: "Shushan has perished! It has been perishing for many years. I don't remember how many days and months I have been waiting here."

Lin Fan said: "What are you waiting for here?"

"Wait for you."

"Maybe you are the hope of saving Shushan."

Lin Fan smiled awkwardly: "Senior is joking. What kind of virtue can a first-class Taoist priest be able to... "

Jian Ling said: "I didn't ask you to save Shushan now. I can feel your purpose. You carry Jianxun and Xuantian Divine Iron on your body. You want to forge your natal flying sword."

Lin Fan nodded.

"I'm afraid there are few sword spirits in the world who can be stronger than me." The sword spirit said: "A ordinary sword spirit can at most make your natal flying sword a heavenly level magic weapon, but if I integrate into your natal flying sword, your natal flying sword can become an existence beyond the heavenly level magic weapon."

When Lin Fan heard this, he couldn't help swallowing. What's so good about this.
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