Kong Ming's words aroused Fang Lin's curiosity, and the broken sword that could make the Yuan Shen Eight Heaven masters helpless must have a shocking secret. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

The place around the broken sword was unexpectedly barren, bare like an endless desert in the Western Regions, as lifeless as the Nine Yin Jedi.

"This broken sword has been buried here for more than 5,000 years, and no one has ever been able to pull it out!"

"Dare to ask Kong Ming Zhenren, what's so strange about this broken sword?" Fang Lin asked.

The Broken Sword was as black as ink, and there was no sword intent surrounding it, and what was even more strange was that there was no wandering sword qi passing around it.

If you look closely, you can see that a vacuum has formed around the broken sword, as if it has its own subordinate domain, that is, the sword domain!

The Sword Domain, as the name suggests, is also the domain of the sword!

Everyone in the Flood Desolation Realm knows that only the power of the Hidden Dragon Realm can comprehend the exclusive realm and form a unique space under their control!

If a spiritual weapon also has its own domain, it is called a mysterious weapon! A high-grade mysterious weapon can even give birth to a spiritual weapon!

"I have also studied this broken sword, but unfortunately I can't get effective information, you can feel the sword qi from the ice sculpture of the star, which shows that you also have a considerable talent for swordsmanship, you can try to communicate with it, maybe it will bring you an unprecedented opportunity!"

Fang Lin smiled bitterly and shook his head, the atmosphere is a great opportunity, everyone wants to have it, but it is not within reach.

Time flies, like a white horse, flowing through the fingertips.

Eight months had passed in the blink of an eye, Fang Lin's injuries had naturally healed, and his own strength had also improved to the Entering Dao Realm Dual Heaven.

During this period, Kong Ming Zhenren came five times, and each time he gave Fang Lin a few words, which was enough to benefit Fang Lin a lot.

Fang Lin's legs were bent, and he held a black long sword in his right hand, dancing slowly, and the sword intent floating around him watched from afar.

This kind of scene has been going on for almost half a year, and all kinds of sword intents are just onlookers for Fang Lin to practice swords, and he has never taken the initiative to attack.

"This feeling is not right! it seems that something is missing?" Fang Lin frowned.

A series of cold sword lights swept by, touching the space in a trance, and the ripples spread, and the surrounding sword intent instantly panicked.

I replayed the scene of that sword in my mind again and again, but I never understood how to stab that gorgeous sword in the first place.

Maybe it's because of the wrong state of mind, maybe it's because I'm too deliberately trying to practice the artistic conception of that sword, which leads to a state of mind that always maintains a peaceful state of mind.

If the heart is clear, the sky will not fall! Let it be like Mount Tai pressing on the top, I only think it is a breeze!

Slowly breathing a sigh of relief, Fang Lin once again danced the black long sword in his hand, the sword light was endless, and the sword flowers were rippling and dazzling.

The pace is soothing and orderly, and it vaguely seems to contain the truest law between heaven and earth.

The speed is getting faster and faster! Where the sword body dances, the wind roars, as if a monstrous wave has been set off on the boundless sea.

The black sword was like a boat in the middle of a huge wave, swaying as if it was overturned in an instant, and only the handsome figure was as firm as the mainstay.

The many sword intents watching around were also fluttering quickly, like snowflakes floating outside, wantonly expressing the joy in their hearts.

Yin and Yang Sword Intent, Extermination Sword Intent, and Ruthless Sword Intent gradually formed a whirlpool, revolving around Fang Lin, like a hundred birds and phoenixes tightly surrounding.

"Whoosh!" Fang Lin's last sword quietly stabbed out, and it suddenly startled the continuous fluctuations of the space, and the burial sword pool shook in an instant.

Many spirit swords were about to move, as if there was going to be a riot, and the wanton and violent sword qi rolled up in the burial sword pool, and the criss-crossing killing machines were ups and downs.

"It's not good!" Fang Lin instantly projected, and his spiritual power suddenly turned, and the sword intent of the Immortal Immortal in the sea of knowledge was slowly released.

It was as cold as snow, as cold as iron, as if the portal to hell had been opened, and a vast and powerful sword intent spread, like a king inspecting his territory.

As soon as the sword intent of Zhu Immortal came out, all the riotous sword intent and spirit sword in the burial sword pool suddenly quieted down.

Fang Lin could clearly feel that many sword intents were trembling like a child, and in the face of the power of the Immortal Sword Intent, he seemed so panicked.

"In the end, it is the number one fierce sword in the wilderness! The Immortal Sword is intended to be the king of the sword, and its status as the king is unshakable!" Fang Lin said triumphantly.

The calm burial sword pool looked particularly weird, the rainstorm was about to come and the wind was all over the building, Fang Lin always felt as if something was about to happen.

The black broken sword shook faster and faster, and the sword body was filled with a fierce and tyrannical aura, as if it was about to wake up.

"Chirp!" The piercing voice suddenly sounded in the Burial Sword Pool, and the black broken sword was suspended in mid-air coldly.

"What is going on? How did this broken sword explode without warning?"

Fang Lin's face was full of confusion, could it be that he was lured out by the Immortal Sword Intent just now?

In order to verify his guess, Fang Lin quickly put away the Immortal Sword Intent, and suddenly the black broken sword fell to the ground again, not moving at all as before.

Releasing the Zhuxian Sword Intent again, the black broken sword instantly rose into the sky, retracted the sword intent, and fell to the ground.

In this way, Fang Lin clearly felt in his heart that this broken sword must have a terrifying origin, perhaps related to the legendary saint.

Fang Lin slowly walked up to the broken sword, stroking the sword body with both hands, thinking about the origin of this black broken sword like lightning in his mind.

"Still working on this broken sword?" Kong Ming Zhenren suddenly appeared in mid-air, and instantly asked, "How did the position move?"

The black broken sword was originally inserted in the stone, but now it is lying at the foot of Fang Lin, someone must have moved the black broken sword!

Fang Lin didn't know if Kong Ming Zhenren had seen the scene just now, so he had to explain: "I don't know what's going on, it suddenly flew up, and then quickly fell down, maybe someone or something aroused its interest, right?"

The figure of the Kongming real man suddenly landed beside Fang Lin, staring at Fang Lin with deep eyes, as if he wanted to see through Fang Lin's inner thoughts.

"Maybe what you said makes sense, I have a mission to give you this time! If you can complete it, you can leave the Burial Sword Pool!"

Fang Lin's expression moved slightly, he had long wanted to leave this place before the black broken sword moved, but he didn't want to leave so quickly now.

It was even more enough to feel the broken sword that moved with the sword intent of Zhu Xian, completely hooking Fang Lin's curiosity, and he had to figure it out before he could leave calmly.

"Kong Ming Zhenren, please command!" Fang Lin had a very correct attitude.

"You killed the bandits on the Black Wind Village, and then came back with the head of the owner of the village!" Kong Ming Zhenren said coldly, throwing a jade plaque casually.

"I never kill innocent people!" Fang Lin looked at Kong Ming Zhenren and firmly stated his beliefs.

"Hmph, after reading the information in the jade card, make a decision!"

Fang Lin's divine sense entered the jade plaque, and he quickly finished reading the information coming from inside, and his face was gloomy and uncertain.

"Kill! Kill all!" Fang Lin said through gritted teeth, exuding a strong murderous intent all over his body.

Kong Ming Zhenren nodded vaguely and said, "Very good! Then let's go with them!"

A spiritual light wrapped Fang Lin and left the Burial Sword Pool, followed behind Kong Ming Zhenren, and flew in the direction of Drifting Snow City.

Who are they? Could it be that Kong Ming Zhenren also found another group of people to attack Black Wind Village?

But with his strength, if he wants to destroy the Black Wind Village, it can be said that it is as easy as a finger and effortless, so why send me out?