"Tomb of Jianyun's Tomb, the thirteenth generation leader of Fengyun Sword Sect"
The row of words on the stone tablet exudes an ancient vicissitudes of life, and I don’t know how many years have existed.
This is actually a tombstone!
The thirteenth generation leader of the Fengyun Sword Sect must be a powerful person in the Guiyi Realm.
Even stronger.
Unexpectedly, a strong man of this level could not escape the fate of his death.
The four of them felt an indescribable feeling in their hearts.
But at the same time, the four of them also had some questions.
This is undoubtedly the secret treasure of the wind and clouds, but why is there a tomb here?
Could it be...
Lin Fan frowned slightly, controlling the Samadhi True Fire to circle around.
Wherever Samadhi True Fire passes, the thick fog will be slightly dispersed, and the visibility will be slightly improved.
Lin Fan's pupils contracted twice.
He saw that in the thick fog, there were black shadows standing one by one.
Square.
Judging from the shape and size, it was exactly the same as the tombstone in front of me.
Mao Jianjian widened his eyes and looked around, whispering: "It seems... it's all tombstones."
"Is this so-called Fengyun Secret is actually the cemetery of Fengyun Sword Sect?" Jing Wuya frowned and said.
Lin Fan didn't say anything, but just took two steps forward and bowed deeply to the tomb of Jianyun.
He accepted the baptism of the long river of sword intent of Fengyun Sword Sect, and also accepted the inheritance of the Sword God Seal and Sword Taixu. To a certain extent, he could also be regarded as the successor of Fengyun Sword Sect, so for the senior masters of the Sword Sect, Lin
Anyone still maintains a little respect.
After bowing, Lin Fan wanted to continue moving forward.
But as soon as he stood up, a wisp of blue smoke suddenly floated from the tombstone in front of him, and then the blue smoke condensed into an old man with white hair and white beards and fairy-like spirit.
The old man floated in the air, frowned slightly and looked at Lin Fan, with a little confusion in his eyes.
"You dare to ask if you are Senior Jianyun?"
Lin Fan hugged and asked tentatively.
"No," the old man nodded and asked, "Which generation of sect leader are you? Why are you so weak?"
Lin Fan said: "Senior, I am not the leader of the Fengyun Sword Sect."
“Bold!”
Jianyun was furious, his beard and hair were wide open, and his white robe was dancing wildly without wind. The thick fog around him was also triggered by it, churning violently.
"What a bold crazy man. If you are not the leader of my sect, how can you get the Sword God Seal of the Sect? Do you honestly tell me whether it was stolen or stolen? So what about my disciple Jian Taixu?"
After saying that, a storm of extremely sharp sword intent whistled out of Jianyun's body and crushed towards Lin Fan.
Chi Yue, Mao Jianjian and Jing Wuya were all forced to retreat continuously by this sword intent storm.
Lin Fan's face changed slightly.
He is worthy of being the thirteenth generation leader of the Fengyun Sword Sect. Jian Yun’s sword intent is so terrifying!
He is Jian Taixu's master, and he should be the sect leader of Jian Taixu before. He is so strong!
Although Lin Fan's sword intent has also been greatly improved, it is still much inferior to it.
Under this sword intent storm, the sword god seal that had been integrated into Lin Fan's body actually appeared automatically.
Even the sword gallbladder also penetrates the body.
Lin Fan hurriedly said, "Senior Jianyun! The Sword God Seal was passed to me by Master Jian Taixu!"
"All nonsense! Even if Jian Taixu is old and confused, he will never pass the Sword God Seal to others at will! Moreover, he is still such a weak person." Jian Yun obviously didn't believe it, stared at Lin Fan with his eyes and shouted.
, "You'd better come from the real trick, otherwise I will destroy you!"
The sword intent storm suddenly became even more violent.
Lin Fan gritted his teeth and said, "Senior! Fengyun Sword Sect has become history, and Senior Jian Taixu has only a wisp of residual soul left. It was the power of the Sword God Seal that he passed to me before completely dissipating.
Senior should know that if Jian Taixu had not passed it on his own initiative to me, with my strength, how could he be able to conquer me?"
"What did you say? Fengyun Sword Sect has become history? What does this mean?" Jianyun asked in a deep voice.
Lin Fan informed Jian Yun of the destruction of Fengyun Sword Sect.
Jianyun was immediately hit hard.
"My Fengyun Sword Sect... is actually... the ancient divine court is a bunch of miscellaneous things!!!"
Jianyun roared angrily at the sky.
"Bang bang bang bang bang bang bang..."
The sword intent storm swept towards the surroundings in an instant, causing a series of explosions.
After venting, Jianyun became a little transparent.
"Senior..." Lin Fan said softly.
Jian Yun looked at Lin Fan and asked, "What's your name?"
"Lin Fan."
Jian Yun looked at Lin Fan deeply, raised his head, and said slowly: "Okay, Lin Fan."
"Since Jian Taixu chose you, there must be his reason."
"I am a dead person, only a wisp of residual soul is left. I can't do much, but you can!"
"Lin Fan, are you willing to accept my inheritance?"
Upon hearing this, Lin Fan was overjoyed and immediately nodded.
Jianyun then said, "Don't hurry to agree. Accepting my inheritance means that you have to take responsibility! My Fengyun Sword Sect was destroyed by the ancient divine court. The enemies of the destruction of the sect are irreconcilable!
I know that it is not realistic to destroy the ancient divine court, so Lin Fan, I only ask you to kill a few more ancient divine families when the next big battle comes. Are you willing?"
"I do!" Lin Fan said in a deep voice.
"good."
Jianyun nodded slowly.
Then his eyes suddenly condensed, his right hand raised, his index fingers and middle fingers were joined together, and he pointed at Lin Fan from afar.
Suddenly, a stream of light poured into Lin Fan's eyebrows.
Lin Fan's body trembled slightly, and he felt a huge amount of information pouring into his mind. In this information, there was combat experience, insights into swordsmanship, and even sect management.
There is also a set of sword techniques.
"Fengyun Sword Art" This is a complete set of sword arts. Lin Fan only felt it briefly and was shocked.
This set of sword techniques is very simple, but very powerful.
The wind sword is fierce, vast, and unparalleled. It emphasizes one force to reduce ten goals.
The cloud sword is endless, and it emphasizes the use of softness to break hardness.
If the wind and clouds are combined and integrated, the Fengyun Sword Technique will be considered to be a perfect practice, and the power will be increased countless times with both hardness and softness!
Lin Fan felt like he had found a treasure and bowed quickly 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 my trust!" Lin Fan said loudly.
Jianyun nodded, and a smile appeared on his face.
Then, the smoke disappeared.
Lin Fan bowed deeply to Jian Yun's tombstone again.
Mao Jianjian jumped gently to Lin Fan, looked at Lin Fan with his head tilted, and said, "You seem to be with you, and you have taken all the benefits. I'm a little doubtful, are you too
Like Jue Qianhen and Jin Chanzi, what kind of luck is he a son of luck!"
Lin Fan smiled and said, "Let's keep moving forward."
"Um."
Several people nodded and continued to explore.
Soon, we arrived at the second tombstone.
"Tomb of Jian Taki, the 12th Sect Master of Fengyun Sword Sect"
Lin Fan also stepped forward and bowed deeply to Jianlong's tomb.
He guessed that if he had the sword god seal and bowed to the tombstone, he could awaken the souls of the people in the tomb.
Sure enough, a wisp of blue smoke also floated on the tombstone, turning into a beautiful woman in palace clothes.