What Emperor Sen said was to hold on for ten rounds in Lin Fan's hand.

But what this person said was killing!

As expected by Lin Fan and Emperor You, all the murderous intents were targeted by Lin Fan.

"This is the Blue Shirted Sword Saint!"

The Rakshasa King suddenly spoke, his eyes full of fear!

Then, she instantly sent a message: "Lin Fan, you must be careful. This person is too strong. When I became king, the only opponent was him. He was very strong, outrageously strong."

Lin Fan's eyes suddenly narrowed!

But then, his brows stretched slightly.

It is because this person seems to have suffered heavy damage to his soul and is not perfect.

really--

"You fight with him and you can attack his soul. When I was hit by the soul sea, I thought he would die. I thought it was Emperor Forest who saved him, but I am afraid that even Emperor Forest could not heal him."

This is the transmission of Rakshasa King.

"You'll kill."

Lin Fan smiled, and the three people beside him flew up in an instant, and then each stood on the same ring.

"Buzz!"

Suddenly, between heaven and earth, wind and thunder were shattered, and the sword intent gathered like a dragon, but all the terrifying sonic booms, sword intent, etc. were tied to the fingertips of this blue-shirted sword saint.

"Wind and Thunder Sword!"

As soon as he pointed out, the wind and thunder made a sword, and the mountains and rivers were wills. With a soothing sound, he rushed to Lin Fan's eyebrows.

"Dong!"

Lin Fan's fist shattered the sword, but a crack appeared on his fist finger and a drop of red blood dripped down.

This surprised Lin Fan and was so surprised.

Since entering the Senluo Realm, it seems that no one can make him feel blood in a head-on confrontation with him.

This blue-shirt sword saint is worthy of being respected as the sword saint, and his sword is really sharp.

"good."

The Blue-shirt Sword Saint was still surprised that Lin Fan could block the power of his sword. He seemed to be intriguing. He bounced his two fingers and suddenly the heaven and earth trembled. The gods in Daishan in the distance were pulled by him, and then the two fingers stabbed forward.

"Shanhe Sword!"

Woo woo.

The heaven and earth were ringing together, and they all trembled, as if this painting was like a country, they all turned into a sword and came to Lin Fan.

Lin Fan roared and danced wildly. He pinched the seal and slapped it forward. Silently, everything in front of him became empty. The mountain and river sword suddenly appeared and was swallowed into nothingness.

"Qingshan, what are you doing? Do you want to keep your hands?"

Emperor Sen shouted loudly, looking at the lunar calendar!

What he wants is not to kill him without stopping, but not to kill him!

What he hopes to see is that with a sword under his command, Lin Fan will turn into ashes.

The Blue-Shirt Sword Saint heard the urging behind him and sighed. He looked at Lin Fan and said, "You are very good."

"You are also very good. The condensed sword intent can hurt my battle body. You are the first person." Lin Fan spoke.

"The honor is so great." The blue-shirted swordsman smiled slightly.

He was very mighty, and when he smiled, he turned out to be a different kind of charm.

He took another step forward and said, "I am actually a useless person. I was nailed to a sword by Rakshasa. I was lucky enough to die, but my cultivation was hard to improve. Otherwise, I would not come out today, otherwise I would be bullying the small by the big."

Lin Fan stood quietly, thought for a while, nodded, and said, "If you can achieve the achievements of Rakshasa today, I will probably be inferior to you. This is a fact."

The Blue-Shirt Sword Saint smiled loudly and said, "I can survive, but I am unhappy for half of my life and cannot be free."

Lin Fan did not speak, and the Blue-shirt Sword Saint took another step forward. He stretched out his arms flat, then curled up with two fingers, three fingers forward, and said, "This sword is called freedom."

Lin Fan's pupils suddenly shrank.

The previous sentence he said was not free, but the last name of this sword was called free!

"The last sword?" Lin Fan's eyes narrowed.

The Blue-Shirt Sword Saint nodded and said, "After a sword, you may die, or I may die."

"Come on." Lin Fan's answer was simple and direct.

"Emperor Forest, after I sacrifice my life and sword, no matter whether I live or die, I will be a useless person. It can be considered as a sacrifice to save your life." The Blue-shirt Sword Saint spoke indifferently.

At this time, his whole body was emitting sword intent, even when his hair was fluttering, the sword intent was rippling. As his eyes turned, time and space were cut and collapsed.

Emperor Sen snorted coldly: "Follow this sword, I will let you free."

The blue-shirted sword saint laughed, and his three straight fingers suddenly slashed down!

Lin Fan roared wildly, took out the chaotic slap, and summoned the God-Suppressing Bell as soon as possible and suppressed it.

It is because of this third sword, the Blue-shirt Sword Saint, who treated his deity as the sword!

Terrifying.

Everything is going on silently, whether it is this sword called freedom or Lin Fan's rebellion, it is like a slow-movie play.

When everything returned to normal flow rate, the three fingers of the Blue-shirt Sword Saint were only half an inch between Lin Fan's eyebrows, but Lin Fan's heavy halberd pierced his head.

"After all, I'm not free."

The Blue-shirt Sword Saint sighed, then said, "After all, I'm not free..."

Lin Fan looked quietly and said, "Actually, I have taken the opportunity. If the injury on your soul is so good, I will not die for this sword, but it will be severely disabled, and it will take at least a hundred years to heal."

The dissipated eyes of the Sword Saint in the Blue Shirt suddenly glowed, and Lin Fan said lightly: "Besides, being born with human beings, there is no freedom. Even if there is so-called freedom, it is only relative freedom."

The eyes of the blue-shirted sword saint were brighter and brighter, as if they were looking back: "It's a pity that I didn't know you long ago, otherwise I would have been able to go further in the sword path... It's a pity..."

The light in his eyes faded. He was dead, but he still never fell to the ground.

Lin Fan's eyes were very cold. He used Dao Fire to burn the remains of the Blue-clothed Sword Saint to ashes, allowing it to dissipate with the wind, and then stared at the Emperor Sen gloomy and shouted: "Is this a gentleman who deceived him?"

Emperor Sen snorted coldly.

Lin Fan raised his hand to look at the sky and then roared: "Emperor Forest, please let the horse come over! I will definitely kill you today and hurt you to the bone marrow!"

At the moment when Zhu Tian killed himself in the head of the sword saint in the blue shirt, countless flat images of the sword saints in the blue shirt flew up, and Lin Fan could see clearly and clearly.

The so-called repayment with kindness is probably not enough to describe Emperor Sen’s evil deeds!

This is a true gentleman.

But he was held hostage by the so-called kindness of the Emperor of Forest, and sat down with too many evils. No wonder he sighed at his freedom until his death.

What is not free is not his body, but his soul!

"Go! Go again! If anyone can kill him, I will appreciate a magical skill!"

The Emperor of Forest roared.

"kill!"

There must be a brave man under the heavy reward. As soon as Emperor Sen spoke, someone rushed out of the crowd and slashed Lin Fan's head with a big sword in the air, trying to slash him immediately.

"Sky-breaking style!"

Lin Fan roared angrily and squirted from the sky. With a puff, the strong man who rushed up was cut in half in the air before he could even take the move.

"Who else will come! I will accompany you to the end!"

Lin Fan did not avoid it, and let the pungent pus and blood splashed all over his body, like a big demon who was crazy in blood, shocking people.
Chapter completed!