Yang Fan could feel that this sword qi contained endless power, and if it exploded in space, he would immediately be turned into powder. If it is released from the Seeking Sword, presumably the entire Zhao Family Mansion will be wiped out in an instant.

The feeling that this sword qi brings to people is not sharp, not sharp, not righteous, nor domineering.

Rather, destruction.

Endless destruction!

Yang Fan was a little frightened, his heart was trembling, and he was also afraid, but he didn't stop there, but moved forward step by step, looking for Liu Miao's figure.

Liu Miao's death was the first trauma on the road of his life, and this trauma turned into pain in his heart. As long as the name Liu Miao was mentioned, he felt a little like he was cut. Although Liu Miao is not who he is, and he has no special relationship with Liu Miao, Liu Miao has occupied his heart.

So he wants to pursue and follow Liu Miao's footsteps.

Perhaps, she is still alive. Perhaps, she is not dead. Perhaps, she was sustained by some mysterious power of the sword.

Once this thought appeared in Yang Fan's mind, he decided not to let it go anymore and had to figure it out.

He continued to walk forward, the white light of the sword qi almost blinding his eyes.

But he was not afraid and kept moving forward.

He didn't know what he was really suffering.

Maybe the sword qi was too dazzling, or the sword qi was blocking Liu Miao's figure, so even though he walked far forward, he still didn't see Liu Miao.

All he could see was this sword qi.

Just when he wanted to continue moving forward, a sword qi that was a hundred times smaller than it faintly appeared around this sword qi, and these sword qi were exactly the same as the shape of the seeking sword, but it was completely composed of white sword qi, and there were vaguely about a thousand daos, hovering around the largest sword qi, rotating around it as the core, just like the subjects surrounding their own kings.

"This should be a sword formation. Can't go any further. I have a feeling that if I take a step further, these sword qi will get angry. ”

I thought so, but Yang Fan still took that step after all.

Sou!

The sword qi closest to Yang Fan was originally still revolving around the core sword qi, but when he saw Yang Fan coming over, he suddenly stagnated in mid-air, and then turned around sharply and stabbed towards Yang Fan.

Yang Fan immediately retracted his spiritual power, and his mind withdrew from the seeking sword.

"Ahh

The corner of his mouth actually flowed a line of blood.

"Oh my God, what a powerful sword qi...... This is just that small one, if that core sword qi is released, who won't die?"

After calming down for a while, and resting for a while, Yang Fan sat up again, looked at the sword with a serious face, and said: "This sword is really not simple, there must be a lot of secrets in it, what I just glimpsed is only a part." ”

"What's going on with Liu Miao's figure? What's going on with that huge sword qi? Since I can't figure it out, don't be obsessed with it, when my strength arrives, I'm afraid I'll understand!"

Yang Fan calmed himself down like this again, held the Seeking Sword in his hand, and said, "I faintly feel that those little sword qi are echoing with me, if I try a few more times, I should be able to control those little sword qi." As for that huge sword qi, it is not something I can control. I just let my spiritual power stay on it for a long time, and I have a feeling that the spiritual world has been wiped out, which is terrible......"

"Huh......" Yang Fan's long shout *** was lacking in divine power, and he was injured again, he was already too tired to do anything, and he couldn't cultivate anymore.

He lay down, closed his eyes, and fell asleep.

Originally, I finally took a day out and planned to practice for a while, but I didn't expect to be injured by the sword qi and had to sleep and rest.

I don't know, it's a blessing or a curse.

"Whew!"

Yang Fan held the sword in his hand, stabbed it back under his arm, and a vicious-looking ghast opened his mouth wide, letting out a wail, and then his body was torn apart, turning into a black gangfeng, as if being pulled from all directions by an invisible force, this side of the body was at the east end of the Black Sea, and that side was at the west end of the Black Sea.

"Woo-woo-"

The fall of one ghast was only a prelude, and then countless more came forward to follow in the footsteps of the first ghast. Become the soul of Yang Fan's sword.

In fact, they are originally dead souls, and death is just a process from dead souls to dead souls for them, but the difference is that they become dead souls that cannot be reincarnated forever.

These winds are not the natural winds on the Black Sea, but the winds formed after countless ghasts have been slain.

Yang Fan stood at the front end of the bamboo raft, holding his sword against the wind, and his clothes were bursting.

He had so much fun killing that he had forgotten how long he had been in the ferry, and he hadn't counted how many ghasts he had killed.

In the Yin Yin Ferryboat, the ghasts seem to be just ants, and in their eyes, Yang Fan is the eagle flying in the air.

Sacred and untouchable.

But the eagle never skimps on its sharp claws, and from time to time grabs them and dies in their claws.

If the eagle is angry, it will also release a demon suppression tower that they dare not look at in an instant, showing its might.

For Yang Fan, the world in the netherworld ferry boat is a wonderful world. He grew to like the feeling of being in control.

The Black Sea is his heaven and earth.

But he knew that at the bottom of the Black Sea, there was a man with evil intentions, who was planning to overthrow him at any time. The existence called "Leader Yan" by the ghast is a piece of Yang Fan's heart.

He has been killing ghasts frantically on the Black Sea these days, ostensibly to exercise his actual combat experience, but in fact, he is trying to lure Yan into the bait and subdue Yan. If Yan didn't come up, he would take it as a warm-up to prepare for going to the sea to find Yan.

Yan really didn't take the bait, no matter how many evil spirits died under Yang Fan's sword these days, he didn't come out.

However, Yang Fan will not be in a hurry to go to the sea to find him now, he still has one more thing to discuss with Xiaolong.

"Brother Wuji's swordsmanship is really clever, he only learned a fur from him, and he is so sharp, killing a ghost is like cutting a turnip. ”

Yang Fan has never found a weapon suitable for him, seeing that the Quest Sword is in his hand, and he knows that there are many secrets in the Quest Sword, which must be the same as the Netherworld Ferry, it is an extraordinary Horcrux, so he uses the Quest Sword as a weapon.

Although he had a quest sword in his hand, he didn't know how to use swordsmanship, so he asked Zhao Wuji for advice. Zhao Wuji was not stingy and taught him patiently. Of course, the Thunder Thirteen Swords will naturally not be taught to Yang Fan, it is his killer weapon, and it is also a swordsmanship that the master has ordered and cannot be passed on.

Yang Fan had a good time killing, and as soon as he meditated, those evil spirits seemed to be released, and they didn't dare to stay any longer, and they slipped away one after another.