Demonic Cultivation in a Mountain Village

Fang Lin and Liu Yidong continued to move forward.

Next, the two walked through many scattered rooms.

Without exception, the rooms have all been ransacked.

In addition, Fang and Lin also saw a lot of corpses.

However, the circumstances of death were all kinds of strange, and not all of them were killed instantly with a single knife.

From this point of view, the scene should be very chaotic.

Finding nothing, the two had no choice but to move on.

After walking for a quarter of an hour, at a certain moment, Fang Lin's eyes suddenly condensed slightly.

"Do you feel it? Front!"

Liu Yidong's face changed slightly, "Spiritual power fluctuates! There is someone fighting in front!"

Fang Lin grinned, "Let's go!"

The two walked forward quickly.

The further forward, the more obvious the movement ahead becomes.

Until not long after, a light door appeared at the end of the corridor.

That spiritual power fluctuation came from behind the light gate!

Fang Lin walked to the light door, Fang Lin had something strange on his face.

"The fluctuations are very strong, basically at the level of Divine Palace Dzogchen, but I don't seem to feel the murderous aura?"

Liu Yidong frowned slightly, "It seems true! Are there no dead people?"

Fang Lin pondered for a moment, then without hesitation, he took Liu Yidong and took a step forward.

Behind the light door, a large hall comes into view!

In the main hall, there is a high throne in front that is particularly conspicuous.

Under the high platform, a figure of an old man in white stood quietly, with a long black sword in his hand pointed at the ground.

Very strong!

This is what Fang Lin feels at this glance!

The old man's whole body was like a sharp sword. He was the only one here, but he seemed to be the absolute center of the entire hall.

This is definitely an extremely terrifying swordsman!

Fang Lin's sensations spread all around.

Around the main hall, there are figures one after another.

Fang Lin could tell that these people were the same people who were outside before.

Most of these people

They all come from the Four Holy Lands, and only a few of them are casual cultivators and people from some small sects.

"Junior Brother Fang!"

There was an exclamation from the side, and Fang Lin looked over.

This person has an impression. This person is also from Canglan Tiangong. Fang Lin has helped him before, so the impression is deeper.

"Junior Brother Fang, have you seen Senior Brother Liu and the others?"

Fang Lin was silent for a moment, "Liu Wanlin and the others threatened to kill me!"

As soon as the words fell, the whole audience was shocked!

Especially the people from Canglan Tiangong, their faces showed surprise at this moment.

"Joke! Senior Brother Liu is the fifteenth on the list of monsters, how can he be killed by you? Although you are a monster, your words are too trustworthy!"

Fang Lin glanced at the man lightly and ignored him.

"No. 24 on the monster list, Zhou Fengshuo!" Liu Yidong beside him said.

Fang Lin still ignored him, "What's the meaning of this place?"

Fang Lin noticed that everyone here had sword marks, large or small, on their bodies.

It's just that these sword marks only scratched their clothes, and they all looked tattered.

"That senior should be the guardian of this hall, and his swordsmanship is superb! But the senior didn't hurt us..."

Fang Lin nodded slightly and looked at the old man in front of him.

The old man's figure was a little unreal, and he was obviously just a remnant soul.

When Fang Lin looked at the old man, the old man suddenly looked over and raised the black sword in his hand, pointing at Fang Lin from a distance!

"Draw out the sword!"

Fang Lin was stunned for a moment, and his eyes gradually became hot.

The old man will not hurt them!

And this old man is a sword cultivator!

Just one person is enough to challenge everyone in the hall. This old man must be extremely powerful.

This is an opportunity!

Fang Lin's eyes widened

Hajime showed a strong fighting spirit, and the Emperor's Holy Sword of Flame suddenly unsheathed at his waist.

Qiang——

Without using Vast Like Smoke, Fang Lin rushed towards the old man on foot.

As he moved forward, Fang Lin's aura was rising steadily, and every step he took was a leap.

The momentum is overwhelming!

"Hmph! Innocent boy!" The yelling guy next to him sneered.

But more people have solemn looks in their eyes.

Fang Lin's momentum is very strong at this time, and it is getting stronger!

Until he reached a few dozen meters in front of the old man, Fang Lin's speed suddenly increased sharply, and the long sword in his hand slashed down angrily.

Cut the sky! .??.

The overwhelming pressure seemed to have found a point of release at this moment, and the boundless sword power was like a dam bursting!

With one strike of the sword, the sky will perish!

This sword can cut through the sky!

At this moment, Fang Lin's state reached its extreme.

This is Fang Lin's strongest sword since he got the Emperor Flame Holy Sword!

Under such overwhelming power, the calm eyes of the old man, who was originally indifferent, showed a trace of fluctuation.

The next moment, the old man drew his sword!

The old man's movements were extremely simple, he just held the black sword and thrust forward.

However, Fang Lin suddenly changed his color!

Danger!

Can't stop it!

Just this simple sword, in Fang Lin's eyes, was the only one left in the world.

There is nowhere to hide from this sword!

What kind of swordsmanship is this!

Fang Lin was horrified, but he still moved forward and struck forward.

Not only did Fang Lin's momentum not weaken, it actually got stronger!

There was a trace of approval in the old man's eyes, but the black sword in his hand did not pause for a moment.

Until the next second, the black sword finally arrived in front of the monstrous sword light!

Under Fang Lin's gaze, the huge sword light fell on the black sword and disappeared completely.

Melted.

Such a powerful sword energy did not cause any hindrance to the old man at all!

An ordinary black sword tore through the sword light easily, and then the sword tip touched the Emperor Yan Holy Sword.

clang--

With a crisp sound, Fang Lin exploded back dozens of meters!

When he stopped, Fang Lin had a look of horror in his eyes.

This sword is simply terrifying!

Facing this sword, Fang Lin felt helpless in his heart.

It seems that all the strength of nine cows and two tigers has been wasted, but there is not even a wave of waves!

"Why……"

Fang Lin suddenly raised his eyes and stared at the old man's sword.

The old man looked indifferent and stood behind him with a flick of his black sword.

"The sword skill is good, but in your hands, it is really wasted. You can't exert its power at all!"

Fang Lin's face darkened.

It’s simply heartbreaking!

The old man curled his lips and said, "My foundation in swordsmanship is really too weak! This sword is wasted, and this sword skill is also wasted!"

As he said that, the old man's eyes fell on the Emperor Flame Holy Sword, and his eyes moved slightly.

Fang Lin was silent for a moment, then suddenly clasped his fists.

"Please give me some advice, senior!"

The old man glanced at Fang Lin, shook his head and sighed.

"Do you know what sword cultivator is?"

"Is it the man who controls the sword, or the sword who controls the person?"

"If you lose your sword skills and your sword, wouldn't a sword cultivator cease to be a sword cultivator?"

boom--

Fang Lin's mind suddenly went blank!

With just a few simple words, Fang Lin's mind went crazy, as if something was suddenly opened.

Sword repair! What is sword cultivation!

What would I do without the Emperor Flame Holy Sword and Zhan Tian!

Is it a man who controls a sword, or a man who controls a sword?

Fang Lin's eyes flashed with light, and he stood frozen on the spot!