Chapter 48 Eternal Sad Sword, Peerless Desolate Man
"Do I have to be defeated? Hahahaha!" Huang Quan laughed for a while and stared at Lin Fan coldly. "Do you think that breaking through to the realm of the four elephants is enough to compete with me? Do you think that the mystery of the eternal sad sword is only a short three? Lin Fan, it seems that the name of the Heavenly Sword seems to have confused your reason!"
The arrogant voice resounded on the snowtop of Cangshan Mountain, showing his arrogant nature. However, in the words of Huangquan against the water, the most surprising thing is that Lin Fan broke through the realm.
Just now, the sword light was wrapped, bright and dazzling. No one saw what happened in it. Lin Fan is now standing in the air, with a strong momentum all over his body, which is indeed in line with the characteristics of the realm of the Four Elephants, but this speed of cultivation is still a little exaggerated and terrible.
A few people who know Lin Fan have this idea.
Especially Long Xiang, who is strong in strength, but is already in the twilight, he can see that Lin Fan has really entered the realm of the four elephants, and his face can't help changing violently and sighing.
"The younger generation now is really amazing, amazing." He shook his head and smiled bitterly. Long Xiang couldn't help but look into the air, like Lin Fan, who was born as a demon god, and muttered, "A year ago, he was still a child who had just broken through the soul master. Now he has grown into a strong man who can compete with Huangquan in the early stage of the four elephants. Is this God's will or go against the sky?"
At this time, no one cares about Long Qian's self-talk, and everyone is immersed in Lin Fan's magnificent sword spirit.
"If Mr. Shui looks down on my fourth type of sword, he can use the third type of sad swordsmanship to resist it."
The black sword floats up from Lin Fan's hand and can actually bring the wind and snow of the animation sky. A vast uprightness fills the world, and there is an invincible pride.
The people who use swords in the world are by no means the vein of the heavenly sword, but this sword meaning is also mixed. For example, Lin Fan, a freak who has mastered four kinds of sword meanings, is not a few. However, no matter how the sword spirit changes, no matter how strong the power of the swordsmanship is, the real sword cannot lack arrogance, the grand righteousness of the king in the army, and the unyielding arrogance of Ning.
And when Lin Fan's father Lin Ruoyu walked on the mainland with a sword, he relied on this righteousness, killing evil spirits and shocking Xiaoxiao. Now Lin Fan's fourth-hand sword is also a return to the clan, and there is nothing wrong with it.
Gang!
Hearing only a crisp sound, Lin Fan flicked the black fire burning sword, and the destructive murderous intention in his eyes gradually faded. His whole body was immersed in the sword spirit, and his whole body was full of the arrogance and righteousness that the swordsman should have.
Brush!
He stepped in the air, with virtual points under his feet. Lin Fan's figure flashed, but he had been cut out with a sword. He saw the black fire covering the square circle all over the sky and the earth, and immediately condensed at the top of the tip of the sword. With Lin Fan's light pace, the sword was also sent directly to the place where the yellow spring was.
"Good luck!"
Huangquan laughed sneer against the water, and the three feet of autumn water waved casually. His face was no longer sad, but he was full of arrogance and disdain. It's really ironic that a sword full of great righteousness is used by people like you who are full of evil spirits and kill people without blinking an eye!"
He squivered, but his hand didn't stop at all. The silver three-foot autumn water instantly turned into a touch of silver light, almost several times faster than Lin Fan's sword. It cut Lin Fan's arm first and filled in a blood mark.
"Ereme sad sword, peerless desolate man!"
The blade of the sword turned around and whispered in Huangquan's mouth against the water. The sword, which was almost so sad that it made people want to cry, cut through the righteous sword created by Lin Fan's painstaking efforts.
"Puff!"
The sword move was broken, and Lin Fan's face was like dead ashes. The sword that was originally held tightly in his hand also flew out in an instant. The whole person flew out with the sword and spewed out a mouthful of blood.
Huangquan, who broke Lin Fan's sword, was also injured. The arm holding the sword couldn't help trembling, and he vomited blood.
This confrontation turned out to be a loss for both sides?
No, it's not.
Huangquan wiped the blood from the corners of his mouth and suddenly showed a sneer: "The four types of Tianjian are really strong, even stronger than my sad swordsmanship. If you and I stand at the same height today, maybe I would have died long ago.
"It's a pity that such peerless swordsmanship has been greatly reduced by you, and it has no power at all. But I'm different. I'm already standing at the peak, the highest peak of the Four Elephant Masters!"
"Sad swordsmanship will only become stronger and stronger in my hands, and the name of the heavenly sword can only belong to me, which belongs to me!"
"You are just a loser that no one will remember."
The silver sword in his hand was dazzling, and he said to Lin Fan word by word against the water.
"You're just a loser!"
The sword fell, and the silver light arc was like a broken bamboo, cutting the snow and the earth, and going straight to Lin Fan who fell into the snow. If you are hit by this light arc, even if it is the physical realm of Lin Fan's immortal body, I'm afraid it will be intact.
"Xiao Fan!"
Seeing the cruel scene in front of him, Xiaoxiao finally couldn't help being shocked. Before he could cry, he fainted in Long Xue's arms.
Seeing that the silver light arc was about to be cut on Lin Fan's body, Xiao Xuzi and Han Rusheng finally couldn't help taking action. Lin Fan, who fell to the ground, suddenly turned over and flew up. His long black hair was completely fluttering up. Black arcs crossed his body. The silver light arc was like ice and snow, which had never been touched. Lin Fan himself has been torn to pieces by the black arc.
"The dragon has changed!"
Lin Fan snorted coldly, slowly floated to the place where the sword was, pulled it up casually, and then looked at the yellow spring against the water, "Do you still have the power to fight?"
"Haha, you'd better take care of yourself!" The sword light of the yellow spring against the water is like a wave, sweeping over the earth. This large snowy roof of Cangshan Mountain can't hold some sword shadows like waves. It can be seen that at this moment, the yellow spring against the water is real.
A wave of wave-like sword light rolled all over the sky, and all the snow was swept into it. Suddenly, it was constructed into a world with boundless sword light.
"This sea of sadness, you can pick it up and have a try!"
The yellow spring against the water poured almost all the star source power into this sword light. The original power of water suddenly burst away, and more than 90 sub-star maps appeared in the air, forming one mysterious array after another, which raised the power of the sword light to the extreme, and quite a taste of destruction.
I'm afraid this kind of power can't be said to smash the whole snow top of Cangshan Mountain. That is to say, if Lin Fan can't take this sword light now, more than a thousand spectators behind him will be the first wave of unlucky people!
"Struggle and despair under the devour of the sea of sadness!"
Seeing Lin Fan's solemn face against the water, Huangquan suddenly roared ferociously. Is it painful to see the person you cherish die in front of you? Now you can choose whether you die or the girl will be buried with you!" After saying that, he pointed to Xiao Xiao, who fainted in Long Xue's arms, and asked fiercely.
Boom!
The sword light slammed on the snow three feet away from Lin Fan, and it was really like a tide, like a huge wave, but it implied unexpected killing and power.
At this time, no one dares to continue watching. Most people have long chosen to retreat from the snow. Even those who are a little bolder will inevitably retreat dozens of feet, for fear that Lin Fan will affect himself when he can't stop this sea of sword light.
On the top of this snowy mountain, there are still Xiao Xuzi, Han Rusheng, Lin Yanyu, Long Xue and the unconscious Xiaoxiao left. Then there are Yu Wuxin and the five masters of the realm of the four elephants, who can be promoted to this realm. How many of them will be greedy and afraid of death? Moreover, the sword moves performed by Huangquan against the water are really beyond their understanding. Even if it is just for this amazing sword, they will stay!
"Huang Quan is really crazy. I'm afraid this sea of sadness has taken away his mind." Long Xiang sighed and looked at the yellow spring against the water. At this time, he had no demeanor and chicness at all. He just stood behind a sea of sword light and laughed crazily. On his white clothes, there was also the blood stains left by Lin Fan when he injured him, which made him look more crazy.
"Lin Fan, you will die, and the people you cherish will also die! I want to make you the most desolate and miserable person in the world!" Huangquan laughed crazily against the water, and the three-foot autumn water in his hand kept crying. A thousand-year-old sad sword, a peerless desolate person, this combination is also particularly tragic in people's eyes.
"Dead! You are all going to die! Kill! Kill it!"
Now the backwater yellow spring does not look like a winner at all. Instead, it is like a loser who has lost all. After using the sea of sadness, he waved three feet of autumn water crazily, and tears flowed in his eyes.
Just when he was crazy, Lin Fan silently raised the sword in his hand with a solemn and serious look.
"I respect you as a good opponent, but I didn't expect you to be controlled by the sword. What can the eternal sad sword do? The sword still needs to be held in your own hand, otherwise it is just a waste weapon.
"It's unfortunate that my sword is different from yours."
Speaking of this, Lin Fan took a breath of cold air, and the black arcs flashing all disappeared. Two completely repancy breaths rose in his body and perfectly conveyed to the 'one sword', to the 'one sword', always silent broken sky!
"My sword is used to protect the people I should protect - as long as this sword is not broken, I, Lin Fan, will live for a day, whether you are against the water and yellow spring, or anyone in the future."
"I don't want to hurt the people standing behind me!"
The voice was cut off, and the sea of sadness has devoured Lin Fan.
However, this sea of sword light can't stay in place, as if Lin Fan's words just now really blocked it. No matter how it jumps in, there seems to be a sway in front of it, which can't be any more.
When the only people left thought that the sword move was over and Lin Fan died, the sound of waving the sword through the air was extremely harsh and sounded in the sword light.
Wo, sw!
I saw that two black sword lights suddenly emerged from the sea of sadness. The waves completely composed of sword light seemed to be boiled by the fire and were smashed and dissolved at a speed visible to the naked eye.
And this black sword light is not slow, and the ancient breath of secretly rebirth and destruction of reincarnation is continuous, greed devouring everything it can devour.
"What is this? How is this possible! Do you still have a trick? This is impossible!"
The crazy color in Huangquan's eyes was slightly relieved, but after seeing two sword lights, he fell into that crazy state again and kept roaring loudly.
Unfortunately, no one paid attention to him at this time. The two black sword lights were a trace of life and death condensed by Lin Fan's countless days and nights. Although it was not yet mature, it was still at this critical juncture, turning into a sword move that broke the mystery of the sad swordsmanship and saved Lin Fan's life.