Chapter 46 Eternal Sad Gentleman's Sword

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The amazing sword full of death slowly spread, raising the snow all over the ground in a fan shape. The cold wind blew on everyone's face, but it was not as cold as this sudden death.

Lin Fan closed his face and raised it casually. He saw the sword inserted diagonally a few steps before the reverse water Huangquan shaking slightly, and then rotated and flew up from the ground and accurately fell into Lin Fan's hand.

The two did not do anything, but anyone can see that they are accumulating momentum and can burst out a destructive force anytime and anywhere.

The silver-white sword, forming a thin light arc, like one small snake after another, wrapped and rotating around the body of the yellow spring against the water. His power is already the supreme of the four elephants, the ultimate peak of 9,990,000 jin, close to tens of millions, and can be cut off with a sword. It is the power that can split the mountain and cross the river. For Lin Fan, it was more than a star stronger.

However, he did not take action, but just accumulated in place, accumulated, constantly brewing and accumulating, waiting for the moment of outbreak.

The snow, falling indomitablely, creates a pure white world on this thousand-foot lonely peak.

The whole world was lonely, as if it were silent for this battle. It was quiet around. No one spoke again, and even the sound of breathing was suppressed to the extreme. Everyone tacitly retreated a hundred feet, leaving enough space for Lin Fan and the anti-water yellow spring.

It's like the dawn before a storm, and it will always be quiet for a while.

"They have already started."

In the crowd, a trace of fine light flashed through Long Qian's eyes, and the two people who stood still in the wind and snow with their eyes slowly opened their mouths.

"Old Dragon, what did you say?" Han Tusheng's gloomy tone was no less than that of ice and snow, but this time, he also put down the hatred of the three families in the past and humbly asked Long Xiang for advice.

Of the five four elephant masters, only Long Xiang is the closest to the realm of the nine palaces, and he is also the one with the weakest gap between the strength of Shui Gongzi. If you have better eyesight, the other four people are naturally not as good as his.

Long Qian nodded gently, looked at the eavesdropping people around him, and couldn't help laughing, "These two people are now compared with swordsmanship. Look at the silver swordsmanship around Huang Quan, it is a phenomenon that a gentleman's righteousness is extremely condensed, but the boy of the Lin family..." Speaking of this, Long Xiang turned his eyes to Lin Fan and saw that he was not surprised. His face was unpredictable, as if he was as firm and comfortable as a bamboo in his chest, which made it difficult for people to figure out what he thought in his heart.

"Xiao Fan..."

The little one standing in the crowd, his face was full of worry at this time. Long Xue next to him was aware of it and couldn't help holding her hand tightly to show comfort.

"No, what's wrong. Did I forget something?

Long Xiang suddenly looked at Lin Fan, and his tone was shocked and looked like crazy, which made the other four masters of the realm of the Four Elephant Masters also startled. Seeing that Long Xiang was so out of shape, he couldn't help looking at Lin Fan with him. In the vast snow, the corners of Lin Fan's mouth, which were covered with bandages, were tilted, and some hidden gray was turning crazily, just like an unyielding sword, with a feeling of loneliness that he would rather break than give in.

"This, this is impossible!"

Long Xiang took a step forward, his expression was crazy, and he shook his head and muttered to himself.

The other four people also seemed to notice something, and they looked a little surprised, but they were not as bad as Long Qian. Because Long Qian is stronger than them, and he also understands what those gray gases represent.

"Canglong, Canglong Nine Changes..."

"The nine changes of the dragon? What are you talking about?"

"Brother Long, is there anything wrong with this? Did you see the clue?"

Hearing Long Qian's muttering to himself, the other four people immediately gathered around and asked one by one.

Long Qian didn't answer. He just stared at Lin Fan, as if he was confirming something.

When the sun disappears in the depths of the clouds, the whole world falls into darkness again.

Lin Fan and Huang Quan still did not move. On the top of the mountain full of ice and snow, the two were like clay sculptures, testing each other with swords. However, unconsciously, the heavy snow had already buried their bodies. In the eyes of many spectators, the two of them had become corpses with no breath.

"It's already dark. Why don't you do it?"

"The ideas of these so-called masters are really hard to guess. Don't you feel tired after standing in the ice and snow for a few hours?"

Although it is already dark, the snow still hasn't stopped. Seeing that they haven't started yet, everyone has been a little impatient for a long time, and now they don't want to wait any longer.

Thousands of spectators had gathered, but because the night was getting darker, there were less than a thousand people left, including the five strong men of the Four Elephants.

"It's about to begin. Look, the silver sword around Huangquan has already reached its peak. It's just that we can't defeat the Lin family. If they don't do it now, I'm afraid this sword fight will be endless!"

Long Qian pointed his hand, and everyone immediately looked at it. Sure enough, the silver snakes hovering around Shui Gongzi suddenly stopped moving and spit out letters to Lin Fan.

"It's starting!"

Finally, Long Qian's expression suddenly changed and said in a low voice to several people around him.

Just before he finished his words, the long sword of Huangquan, which was buried by the snow, shook, and the white snow all over his body was shaken away. In the fluttering snowflakes, a sword shadow with cold light approached Lin Fan.

The sword light reflects the night sky, the silver light is as hot as a flame, and the snow melts quickly everywhere, which seems to prove the power of this sword!

"Sad swordsmanship?"

Among the five four elephant masters, the only woman frowned and saw the extremely sad and sad smell in the blazing sword light.

"Is this the second-generation heavenly sword, the sad sword of a desolate gentleman?"

Several other people also looked at the shocking sword that attacked Lin Fan against the water, and their faces were shocked.

In this sword, it is the extremely hot power of fire. It is a powerful move that combines martial arts and magic into one, and can integrate extremely complex swordsmanship and spells in martial arts. Except for the second generation of heavenly swords, even the first generation of heavenly swords has never been successful.

Genius!

In the hearts of thousands of spectators, they coincidentally remembered this word.

"This is the strength of Mr. Shui! It's terrible, it's terrible!"

Han Rusheng's face was pale. Originally, he had a strong confidence in Lin Fan, but now he can't help but be a little shaken.

In the face of this powerful sword, how should Lin Fan resist?

When everyone looked at Lin Fan expectantly, Lin Fan held the long sword, waved the snowflakes in front of him, and collided with the swords that came against the water. The silver flames suddenly splashed everywhere, and the bandages on Lin Fan's body were also broken into powder.

Is it blocked?

Against the water, Huang Quan sneered, and the swordsmanship in his hand changed again. The originally sad and desolate swordsmanship suddenly turned into a ruthless routine, forcing Lin Fan back more than a dozen steps, and each step shattered the snow on the ground.

"Infatuation is ruthless, and it doesn't hurt people!"

Seeing that Lin Fan's sword move was not exposed, although he was at a disadvantage, it did not hurt the root. The silver sword in Huangquan's hand moved again, sang gently in his mouth, and the ruthless sword with no return was stabbed out casually. The change was endless, almost sealing all the key points of Lin Fan's whole body!

"This time, it depends on how you block it."

The sadness in Huangquan's eyes flashed and turned into a complete coldness without any mercy!

However, this coldness soon turned into surprise. Lin Fan waved his sword, and the black flames were burning. The ice and snow melted within ten feet around him, and the air was dead.

The first type of Heavenly Sword, the Sword of Death!

The long sword burning with black fire hit the ruthless sword of the anti-water yellow spring. The two sword shadows mixed without accident and turned into a chaotic turbid color, and this ruthless sword was also blocked by Lin Fan, but the residual power from the sword was so strong that he flew out and fell on the white snow.

In this collision, there is no doubt that the anti-water yellow spring has the upper hand. But he was not complacent and looked at Lin Fan with a solemn face. "You can take the first move of the sad sword, you, it's good."

"Old Dragon, if you are asked to pick up this sad sword, how sure are you to retreat with your whole body?"

Han Tusheng swallowed his saliva, and the voice coming out of his throat was particularly harsh. He only heard him ask Long Qian in a slightly changed tone.

"Retired all over?" Long Qian smiled miserably, and the white hair fluttering in the wind and snow made him look more old. He looked at Lin Fan with a complicated look and saw him slowly climb up from the snow. Then he said, "If I pick up this sword, I'm afraid even my body will collapse. This is the sword meaning of their heavenly sword, which is known as the first martial arts in the world. "

"The first martial arts in the world?" Several strong people in the realm of the four elephants are all horrified. The existence of their cultivation spells does not look up to martial arts at all. No matter how majestic the rumors of the Tianjian lineage is, and the martial arts are lowly, this is a fact that has never changed. What about even if it is the world's first martial arts? Under the bombardment of magic, the reckless man who practiced martial arts also had to die. It's just that Long Qian's words made them think in silence. Since the martial arts school exists, it must have its meaning. Far from saying, the swordsmanship performed by Lin Fan and Huangquan against the water is enough to be the title of the first martial arts in the world.

With this idea, several people are paying attention to the development of the situation again. They are looking forward to who will be stronger than the heir of the strongest swordsman in the past two thousand years.

"Brother Lin, he has no high chance of winning."

Seeing Lin Fan struggling to get up from the snow, Xiao Xuzi suddenly sighed and said with great regret.

"No, Xiaofan will definitely win, definitely!" When Xiao Xiao heard the words, his frozen red face was full of anger, and he shouted firmly to Xiao Xuzi.

Xiao Xuzi knew that Xiaoxiao was in a complicated mood at this time, and he did not go to his heart. He just shook his head and sighed, and never spoke again.

"You took this first move, but there are still four moves in my sad sword. I don't know if you can still take it?"

Seeing Lin Fan slowly coming towards him, Huang Quan gently waved the long sword in his hand and asked coldly.

When Lin Fan heard the words, he smiled and said in a low voice, "It's a pity that I only have four swords. Since you broke one sword, there are still three swords. However, I want to use these three swords to teach the power of the sad gentleman's sword. Let's do it!"