Chapter 49 The blind Lin Yu!

"How is this possible? My golden wind palm has reached the verge of transformation, and any pat can make the first scene of the nine palaces seriously injured and die. How can you be safe and sound from me? What kind of monster are you?!"

The expression of the thin old man obviously began to change, and his whole body was shocked, and he shouted 'Ah'.

Lin Fan did not answer his words. Instead, he looked at the old man with a smile, which doubled the pressure of the old man. He couldn't help humming coldly and leaning forward. The great anger rolled back the thin old man and scolded, "Isn't it enough to be ashamed of something?"

With this scolding, the thin old man suddenly woke up and knew that he had been hit by the magic barrier. He had a heart demon because of the failure of the golden wind palm. He immediately dared not speak obediently, but when he glanced at Lin Fan, he was full of resentment.

"What a great junior." He Lao ignored the expression of the thin old man. Instead, he stared at Lin Fan, who was standing in the middle of the palm seal, and sighed, "With your talent, if you can worship the heavenly gate, there will be endless wealth, and there will be treatment that you will never think of. How about it, juniors, the hardships of one person's cultivation, must know more than me. Now as long as you kowtow to me and worship me as your teacher, I will introduce you to the ancestors of Tianmen and give you great benefits. How about that?

After saying this, He Lao leisurely picked up a new wine glass, lifted it to Lin Fanxu outside the restaurant, and drank it happily.

However, before his glass of wine could enter his mouth, it was completely frozen into ice. A cold air of frozen space dissipated around him, like a sharp sword, and He Lao's face immediately changed.

Bum!

Mr. He threw his wine glass to the ground angrily, and the ground of the restaurant was smashed into a big hole.

"What do you mean?" Mr. He stood up and pointed to Lin Fan and asked, "Do you think you have a little talent, so you can not pay attention to Tianmen?" Tianmen is a truly upright sect that has been passed down for countless years. Do you, a small master of Jianmen, dare to challenge Tianmen? I think you are impatient to live!"

The voice fell to the ground, and the crane who was still sitting there floated out of the restaurant in an instant. He stretched out his hand indifferently and pressed it with one palm, which was an earth-shaking wave.

No one can imagine the strength of the top master of Jiugong. He is a strong man who has already stood at the peak. Any move can attract wind and thunder and change the color of heaven and earth!

There was once a magnificent and peerless woman. With the absolute strength of the peak of the nine palaces, she danced into one country. Before the invasion of the demons, the notorious big country, the 'Man Dynasty' was destroyed, and tens of millions of demon practitioners turned into flying ash when the woman danced!

Even a few nine palace masters can't resist the power of dancing wind and thunder, leaving no trace of disappearing between the world.

Only this, it is not difficult to see how horrible a master such as the peak of the nine palaces is!

And Na He Lao has stayed in the peak of the nine palaces for decades. The experience of this realm is by no worse than any master at the peak of the nine palaces today. His action is even more amazing!

Lin Fan was the first to take the brunt, his hairband was broken, and his long hair danced wildly with the wind. In the face of Mr. He's shocking palm, there was a trace of sharp disdain in his eyes.

The thin old man didn't want to watch it anymore, because Mr. He took action, it was easy to take down the younger generation. However, when he just turned around and was not in the mood to watch it again, a scene that made him almost scared to death appeared.

Originally, he was so high-willed that he patted Lin Fan fiercely, but somehow he paused, which was so abrupt that it made people want to vomit. The suddenly static picture, even the thinking of the thin old man, is a little unreactless.

I saw He Lao in mid-air. Suddenly, his body burst back, vomited blood, and his sleeves were broken into dust.

With a bang, he smashed into the restaurant at a faster speed than when he went, like a meteorite, destroying most of the restaurant into ruins.

The thin old man couldn't believe it. His eyes were so staring that he almost flew out of his eyes and almost roared, "How can this be!"

In the collapsed building, the crane flew up. I don't know when a wound was cut on his chest, and it was bleeding. But he didn't feel any pain at all. He stared at Lin Fan, his voice was cold, and he was completely angry, "Okay, that's great. I thought you were a talented junior, but I didn't expect that you were still underestimated as the master of Jianmen. The peak of the nine palaces? Very good. You have reached this level at a young age. You are very good. If our ancestors of Tianmen have not come back, I'm afraid I will be soft with you this time, and even make friends with you. But now Tianmen has a stronger existence than Jiugongshi. To kill you is to pinch an ant to death!"

"Oh? A stronger existence than the nine palace masters?" Lin Fan narrowed his eyes, and his long hair spread on his shoulders without care. He looked at the crane and said with a cold smile, "What if he is stronger than Jiu Gongshi? Walking in the world, in addition to strength, you also need to speak a word of reason. Today, even if your ancestors of Tianmen come, you should be reasonable!"

After saying that, Lin Fan was too lazy to talk with the crane. The sword just now has tested his current ability and the strength of the crane. Although this crane is the peak of the nine palaces, he is also the weakest one in the peak of the nine palaces. With his age, he shows off his power there. Such a guy, even Mo Kuang and Haidi, can Kill him easily.

Therefore, Lin Fan didn't say much. He stretched out his hand and pointed, and the space was covered by a faint twist. A pure sword light came out of thin air, a little empty, and went straight to the old crane's eyebrows.

The sword light came quickly and quickly. As soon as the old crane's eyes were blooming, he was hit on his eyebrows by the sword light. The coldness hit his face, and he had a hunch that death was approaching, but his hands and feet were cold, and he had no intention of resistance.

But it was not that he didn't want to resist, but that the sword came too fast. When he reacted, it was already the moment of death.

But just as He Lao was about to become the dead soul under Lin Fan's sword, another sword light shot from the sky, smashing the sword light pointed by Lin Fan, and then scattered in the air.

Seeing this, Lin Fan couldn't help narrowing his eyes and looking into the sky.

There stood a handsome man in a blue ancient robe, a blue jade crown and childlike hair. His eyes were gray and blank, but there was a feeling that he could see through people's hearts. When Lin Fan looked at him, he seemed to feel something. His eyes were slightly deflected, and their eyes collided like this.

"It has been flashy for several years, and the scenery is no more than the shadow in the pool. The pleasure is a false name, accompanied by a three-foot green sword, and the mountains and forests are free."

The man's white hair was neat and meticulous. He sang Lang Lang Lang's poems in his mouth. As soon as he moved, his body flashed. Unexpectedly, he came to Lin Fan and raised his hand to grab his wrist.

"Huh?!" Lin Fan was stricken, and then turned his vertical finger into a sword. The most domineering 'Tianfeng East' from Tianmei Kendo, which had been created for five years, was used. His fingertips were straight to the man's palm. If this was a little solid, I'm afraid that even the chaotic body might not be able to withstand it safely, but the man did not hide at all. He didn't know when the palm was clasped to Lin Fan's wrist. Above.

"Three thousand dusts, if the water flows and shadows, my heart is calm and quiet." The man said loudly, and his palm was like an iron hoop. With Lin Fan's power beyond the nine palace masters, he couldn't break free. Even if he pulled the corners of his mouth, he smiled and said, "Good swordsmanship."

When the man heard the words, he ignored it at all, but if someone observed carefully, he could still see that his fingers were not motionless, but knocked on Lin Fan's wrist with an extremely mysterious law.

"A sword comes out of its sheath!"

Gang!

When the man said this, a long sword appeared in his hand. The blade was dull and rusty, but as soon as the sword came out, the world suddenly became silent. Even the old crane who had the idea of escape was standing on the spot, like being struck by lightning.

Wo!

The man waved the sword in his hand. As soon as the dust shook, it sprinkled all over the ground. The rust on the mouth of the sword seemed to indicate that the sword had drunk tens of thousands of blood, and had condensed into irredable blood, turned into rust, and entangled the sword forever.

However, this man's swordsmanship touched Lin Fan a little. He wanted to say something, but he felt that this kind of kendo could not be described in words. He could only get a glimpse from the man's words.

"The sharpness is falling, no, Ying, Xiong!"

Where the long sword fell, the space was abruptly cut open a wound, as if there was blood ** flowing out of the wound, as if admiring this peerless swordsmanship.

Seeing this, Lin Fan finally saw some clues and couldn't help blurted out: "This... Is this a sword? How is this possible? Who are you?"

"Do you understand?" The man withdrew his sword and stared at Lin Fan with his gray and empty eyes.

"Eight points, three points." Lin Fan looked at him, but also answered truthfully.

"It's not easy." The man also nodded and said lightly, "There are many names. I like the name 'Blind Lin Yu' best. If you have any questions, go to Qianjie Mountain to find me. You don't have to care about this time. Help you, just because I once owed Lin Ruoyu three lives, and today I gave him one more.

After saying that, he turned around and left with his hands behind his back, but after a few steps, he stopped and turned his back to Lin Fan and said, "Being an opponent of this kind of person will only insult your swordsmanship. Always being an opponent of this kind of person will make your talent dust. The greatest sadness of the swordsman is not the sword itself, but that he can't play the value of the sword. Only a good opponent can maximize this value, and he doesn't deserve it!"

As soon as the words fell, the old crane in the sky suddenly screamed, spitting out a sword light with blood in his mouth, and his eyes were full of unbelievable colors.

But then he spit out two sword lights, and his blood coughed fiercely. After a few breaths, a powerful peak master of the nine palaces was turned into dust by countless sword lights inexplicably in his body!