Fang Lin and Liu Yidong continued to move forward.
Next, the two walked through many scattered rooms.
Without exception, all rooms have been ransacked.
In addition, Fang and Lin also saw a lot of corpses.
However, the circumstances of death were all kinds of strange, and not all of them were killed instantly with a single knife.
From this point of view, the scene should be very chaotic.
Finding nothing, the two had no choice but to move on.
After walking for a quarter of an hour, at a certain moment, Fang Lin's eyes suddenly narrowed slightly.
"Did you feel it?
Front!"
Liu Yidong's face changed slightly, "Spiritual power is fluctuating! Someone is fighting in front!"
Fang Lin grinned, "Let's go!"
The two walked forward quickly.
The further forward, the more obvious the movement ahead is.
Until not long after, a light door appeared at the end of the corridor.
The fluctuation of spiritual power came from behind the light gate! Fang Lin walked to the light gate, and Fang Lin had something strange on his face.
"The fluctuations are very strong, basically at the level of Divine Palace Dzogchen, but I don't seem to feel the murderous aura?"
Liu Yidong frowned slightly, "It seems true! Are there no dead people?"
Fang Lin pondered for a moment, and without hesitation, he took Liu Yidong and took a step forward.
Behind the light gate, a large hall comes into view! Inside the main hall, there is a high throne in front of it that is particularly conspicuous.
Under the high platform, a figure of an old man in white stood quietly fighting, with a long black sword in his hand pointed at the ground.
Very strong! This is what Fang Lin felt at this glance! The old man's whole body was like a sharp sword. He was the only one here, but he seemed to be the absolute center of the entire hall.
This is definitely an extremely terrifying swordsman! Fang Lin's senses are all around him.
Around the main hall, there are figures one after another.
Fang Lin could tell that these people were the same people who were outside before.
Most of these people come from the Four Holy Lands, and only a few are casual cultivators and people from some small sects.
"Junior Brother Fang!"
There was an exclamation from the side, and Fang Lin looked over.
This person has an impression. This person is also from Canglan Tiangong. Fang Lin has helped him before, so the impression is deeper.
"Junior Brother Fang, have you seen Senior Brother Liu and the others?"
Fang Lin was silent for a moment, "Liu Wanlin and the others threatened to kill me!"
As soon as the words fell, everyone in the audience was shocked! Especially the people in Canglan Tiangong, all the faces showed surprise at this moment.
"Joke! Senior Brother Liu is the fifteenth on the evil list, how can he be killed by you?
Although you are a monster, your words are too arrogant!"
Fang Lin glanced at the man lightly and ignored him.
"No. 24 on the monster list, Zhou Fengshuo!"
Liu Yidong beside him spoke.
Fang Lin still ignored him, "What's the meaning of this place?"
Fang Lin noticed that everyone here had sword marks, large or small, on their bodies.
However, these sword marks only scratched their clothes, which also made them look tattered.
"That senior should be the guardian of this hall, and his swordsmanship is superb! But the senior didn't hurt us..." Fang Lin nodded slightly and looked at the old man in front of him.
The old man's figure was a little unreal, and he was obviously just a remnant soul.
When Fang Lin looked at the old man, the old man suddenly looked over, raised the black sword in his hand, and pointed at Fang Lin! "Draw out the sword!"
Fang Lin was stunned for a moment, and his eyes gradually became hot.
The old man will not hurt them! And this old man is a swordsman! Only one person is enough to defeat everyone in the hall. This old man must be extremely powerful.
This is an opportunity! Fang Lin's eyes began to show a strong fighting spirit, and the Emperor's Holy Sword suddenly unsheathed at his waist.
Qiang——Without using Vast Like Smoke, Fang Lin rushed towards the old man on foot.
As he moved forward, Fang Lin's aura was rising steadily, and every step he took was a leap forward.
The momentum is overwhelming! "Huh! Innocent boy!"
The shouting guy next to him sneered.
However, more people have serious expressions.
Fang Lin's aura was very strong at this time, and it was getting stronger! Until he reached a few dozen meters in front of the old man, Fang Lin's speed suddenly increased sharply, and the long sword in his hand slashed down angrily.
Cut the sky! The monstrous pressure seems to have found a vent at this moment. The boundless sword force is like bursting a dike! With one sword, the sky will die! This sword cuts the sky! At this moment, Fang Lin's state has directly reached
Extreme.
This is Fang Lin's strongest sword since he got the Emperor Flame Holy Sword! Under such overwhelming power, the old man's calm eyes showed a slight fluctuation.
The next moment, the old man drew his sword! The old man's movements were extremely simple, he just held the black sword and thrust forward.
However, Fang Lin suddenly changed his color! Danger! Unstoppable! Just this simple sword, in Fang Lin's eyes, was the only sword left in the world.
There was nowhere to hide from this sword! What kind of sword technique was this? Fang Lin was horrified, but he still struck forward without hesitation.
Not only did Fang Lin's momentum not weaken, but it actually got stronger! There was a hint of approval in the old man's eyes, but the black sword in his hand did not pause for a moment.
Until the next second, the black sword finally arrived in front of the monstrous sword light! Under Fang Lin's gaze, the huge sword light fell on the black sword and melted completely.
Such a powerful sword energy did not hinder the old man at all! An ordinary black sword tore through the sword light easily, and then the sword tip touched the Emperor Yan Holy Sword.
Cang - with a crisp sound, Fang Lin exploded back dozens of meters! When he stopped, Fang Lin's eyes were filled with horror.
This sword was simply terrifying! Facing this sword, Fang Lin felt powerless in his heart.
It seemed that all the strength of nine cows and two tigers had been wasted, but not even a wave was stirred up! "Why..." Fang Lin suddenly raised his eyes, staring at the old man's sword.
The old man looked indifferent and stood behind him with the black sword swung.
"My sword skills are good, but in your hands, it's really wasted. You can't bring out its power at all!"
Fang Lin's face darkened.
It’s so heartbreaking! The old man curled his lips and said, “My foundation in swordsmanship is really too weak! It’s a waste of this sword and also a waste of this sword skill!”
As he said that, the old man's eyes fell on the Emperor Flame Holy Sword, and there was some strange movement in his eyes.
Fang Lin was silent for a moment, then suddenly clasped his fists.
"Please give me some advice, senior!"
The old man glanced at Fang Lin, shook his head and sighed.
"Do you know what sword cultivation is?"
"Does a man control a sword, or does a sword control a person?"
"If you lose your sword skills and your sword, wouldn't a sword cultivator cease to be a sword cultivator?"
Boom - Fang Lin's mind suddenly went blank! After a few simple words, Fang Lin's mind went bang, as if something was suddenly opened.
Sword cultivator! What is sword cultivator! If there is no Emperor Flame Holy Sword, no Zhantian, what should I do? Should a person control the sword, or should the sword control a person? Fang Lin's eyes burst out with a brilliant light, and he stood frozen on the spot!
