Chapter 71 Let's wail!

The sun was shining, and the scorching light covered the earth. Under the sun, the person sat on the top of the mountain, like a stone sculpture. The dust covered his face and robe, corroded his body, but could not take away the fortitude and brilliance on his face.

A wind that was not comfortable hit him and blew away the dust accumulated over the years on his body. He opened his eyes, like a sword-like light, shining straight into the sky!

"Ten years, it seems that you haven't set foot here for ten years. Lin Yu, although the feelings of you and my brother have not faded, I know that you are still blaming me.

The man raised his head, and the wind brushed his face and swept away a piece of dust. The strong and handsome face was actually seven points similar to that of the visitor.

"Lin Yao, you are still so self-righteous." Lin Yu, who was opposite, walked to him step by step. His gray eyes looked at the face that could not be seen at all. He said lightly, "Ten years have passed, and the hatred has long dissipated. What's more, the pain you have given me is nothing compared with these ten years of hot sun and the dark earth. Even if you are guilty, you have atonement for your actions. . "

"Real?" The man named Lin Yao grinned, and the dust and dirt shook off with his smile, which looked quite strange.

He sat there for a while, and then stood up with some difficulty. The sound of 'squeaking' kept ringing from his limb joints, and this eternal high mountain also began to shake. Countless cracks spread along the mountain, as if an ancient giant god came here and broke the mountain with one foot. Yue, unparalleled strength.

"Okay, once the unrivaled genius of the Lin family, known as the unbreakable sword master of the mountain, is really as majestic as in those years." Lin Yu was on the top of the rumbling mountain, and her expression did not change at all, and she could still express her calm admiration.

Lin Yao just smiled and banged! The whole person stood up completely, and the mountain peak under his feet was completely destroyed and turned into dust between heaven and earth.

After sitting on the mountain for ten years, once he got up, it seemed that the divine sword was born, which was too sharp. Lin Yu was extremely satisfied with the extra weight. He nodded gently and said, "You have become stronger."

"Stronger? In this way, you are still the madman. Lin Yao laughed and no longer had a simple appearance. The breeze brushed his body and swept the dust all over his body. The light flashed and turned into a blue robe, and there was a huge sword as thick as a mountain behind him.

The epee is like a mountain. Lin Yao, who was once a leader among the new generation of masters of the Lin family, and later became the sword master of the mountain, one of the three peaks of the Lin family. Finally, he broke through the barrier at this time and wanted to show his peerless edge!

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"Boom!"

In the Tianmen, the ugly giant slapped the trembling disciple in front of him and roared, "What does it mean that the damage cannot be counted? You guys!"

Seeing that he was angry, the other disciples were so sad, but they all looked at the dead unlucky ghost with some sympathy. If you provoke this murderous weirdo, death is in vain.

"The casualties must be counted before the other three elders, otherwise the ancestors will definitely blame for a while when they come back!"

The calmed down giant sat there gasping for breath. It was not that he was angry. On the contrary, he gasped because he was afraid. He was afraid of the storm when the ancestors of Tianmen came back, and he was also afraid that his current status would become a series of bubbles.

If the ancestors throw themselves back to that hell...

When the giant thought of this, there was a twitch all over his body. A few years ago, he was not even as good as a dog, which made his ugly face even more distorted as a ghost.

After a short silence, I only heard the giant roaring, "Give you a little more time. If you can't accurately count the losses, just die!"

"This..." Several disciples looked at each other in a bitter way.

It's not that they can't count, but that the peak has collapsed, countless corpses have been buried, and hundreds of miles have become ruins. There is a fierce sword spirit everywhere, and there is an emperor's spirit that forces them to withdraw from the search. Even the masters of the peak of the four elephants enter that range, they feel that it is from their own heart. The fear made the whole body tremble. It was a kind of trembling from the soul. Can the ruins left by the Sword Emperor be compared with leisure?

"Report, elder! That's not good! It's not good!!!"

Just at this time! A man in gold rushed in in a panic and shouted regardless of his superiority and inferiority, "The Han family did it! We have lost two peaks and nearly 100 people have died! And...and..."

"What else?" The giant man didn't react at first, but when he heard the hesitation in his words, he immediately shouted angrily, "If you don't want to die, say it quickly!"

"A man walked up to the main peak with a long sword!"

The man in gold hesitated for a long time and finally said the facts he had witnessed.

At the same time, the same thing happened in the council chambers of the other three elders. They fell silent at the same time, not for the sudden attack of the Han family, but for the man who went to heaven with his sword.

"Are you sure who it is?" The steady middle-aged elder looked at the informant and asked in a low voice.

The man hesitated for a moment and replied with some unsent certainty: "According to my observation, this man is young and extraordinary. He holds a pure black sword. There is a red light flashing on the sword, which is extremely strange. However, he has been scared by his eyes without waiting for me to observe more than..."

Speaking of this, his words were a little paused, but the middle-aged elder had understood the whole story and suddenly sighed, "Retiring the enemy with anger, the sword is shocking - this person should not be underestimated!"

The same judgment also sounded in the mouth of the indifferent woman, but after saying this, the indifferent woman left her parliament hall, holding a pair of beautiful rings, and came to the mountain gate with a flash.

When she saw the figure under tens of thousands of steps, her indifferent face couldn't help moving.

"It's too young."

This is her judgment of that person in her heart.

It's just that his young appearance can't affect his awe-inspiring murderousness. Although she didn't come in front of her, the breath was like an oncoming sword, which made the woman feel cold and felt that she was dead.

The sword is the way to kill!

The person who silently walked to the 'Tianmen' was Lin Fan.

After a few years, he came to this fateful sect, the giant of the southern continent, at this time in front of him, waiting for his slaughter.

This feeling is like a person who needs to look up many years ago. One day he lies in front of him, as dim as a dead dog. The glory and glory of the past have dissipated. No one can understand how happy this feeling is. But at this time, Lin Fan only had peace and a little feeling in his heart.

Holding a cold sword hilt in his hand, he looked up at tens of thousands of steps, which seemed to be able to reach the peak of heaven, showing the majesty of the Tianmen generation.

The woman's figure seemed to be a black dot in Lin Fan's eyes. When Lin Fan saw her, he narrowed his eyes slightly and raised the corners of his mouth with indifference. In this battle of Tianmen, is it up to you to let the sword in my hand drink enough blood?"

"It's a pity that you don't have enough appetite!"

With a sword in Yang's hand, Lin Fan stepped on his step, and tens of thousands of stairs were broken in an instant, as if it had been cut by a sword spirit, revealing shocking deep grooves and cracks.

The strength he stepped forward by step was actually conveyed far away in front of the indifferent woman.

The indifferent woman's heart was cold. She didn't expect Lin Fan's power to be so horrible. She hurriedly raised two rings to resist, but everything was too late!

The sword light is like flying snow. When it rises, it is extremely sad and beautiful.

Lin Fan appeared on the side of the indifferent woman and muttered in a low voice, as if it were a conversation between friends. "Listening to the low sound in the wind is its voice longing for blood!"

Oh!

After saying this gently, Lin Fan raised his foot and left her side. At this moment, the warm blood spewing from her neck was scattered all over the ground like a red flower. The indifferent woman who was still holding the ring in her hand was a little unbelievable, but the fact that the temperature left her body little by little made her a little frustrated.

The woman is also worthy of being the master of the peak of the nine palaces. The fatal wound does not affect her voice. She asked in a low voice with a trace of approval in the stability. What a fast sword - who are you?"

As soon as Lin Fan stopped, his blood-stained sword seemed to tremble and seemed to mourn.

"Tianjian, Lin Fan!"

"Tianjian... So that's it. I'm not wronged." The woman was stunned and said with a wry smile, "It's not wrong to die in your hands!"

The blood flowed out of her wound little by little. Lin Fan no longer delayed and walked slowly to the Tianmen.

Dong!

The woman's body fell on the steps, and the blood slid down the steps step by step. Lin Fan did not look back, but his hand holding a sword became more and more firm. He looked up at the white jade pillar Tianmen and sneered at the corners of his mouth, as if he was laughing at the huge thing that had no threat.

"The boy dares to find the bad luck of Tianmen. Do you think you don't live enough?!"

Suddenly, the ugly giant man flew up in the sky, and the huge hammer in his hand was like two hills, smashing head-on, regardless of Lin Fan's ridicule and sarcasm.

Although the other two elders also rushed out at this time, there was nothing they could do. They could only watch the giant's body turn into several segments under Lin Fan's sword, and the blood was scattered all over the sky!

He didn't even make a scream, and he didn't even have time to show his tricks. At the peak of the nine palaces, he died in the hands of the other party. A strange voice sounded in the throats of the other two elders, and they were so scared that they almost fainted, as if they had seen a devil.

"This sword has been silent for five years, and now it is hungry and thirsty. Your blood is just the beginning. From the time you accepted a person named Bai Mochou, you are doomed to today's dilapidity."

Lin Fan clenched his hand holding the sword. I don't know if it was because of excitement or something, his hand began to tremble slightly.

"Once you thought I was a worthless little person, and you even disdained to kill me. Now I stand in front of you and feel the last trembling in your life!"

"Wail, Tianmen!"