Lin Fan's face froze, and he could feel that the middle-aged swordsman in front of him was dressed as a person.

This middle-aged swordsman was wearing a hat and holding a sharp long sword in his hand, his eyes were cold, looking at Lin Fan below, his body exuded a strong sword aura.

Lin Fan looked at this middle-aged swordsman in surprise, he didn't expect that there were still human beings in this city, and the strength that broke out from this person's body was not weak at all, at least he was also a powerhouse in the real realm.

"Die!" The middle-aged swordsman jumped up, and a majestic sword qi surged out of his body, bursting towards Lin Fan.

Lin Fan's face was shocked.

Damn it.

Lin Fan couldn't help but curse secretly in his heart, what kind of evil did he create, to this place where birds don't and there are no people, he can even meet such a strong middle-aged swordsman.

He didn't dare to hold it up, so he hurriedly urged all the mana in his body, and opened his mouth to read: "The sword is made of iron, it is psychic because of its grasping, it is moved by its heart, it is alive because of blood, and it dies because of non-thought." The art of the sword is to regulate breathing, hold the yuan and keep one, make the sword and the five spirits one, reciprocate and reciprocate, and live endlessly! ”

"Edgeworth!"

In front of Lin Fan, a powerful sword qi appeared, and a sword qi that was almost condensed into an entity appeared in front of Lin Fan.

The middle-aged swordsman's face changed: "Edgeworth!" ”

Bang!

This small sword flew towards the middle-aged swordsman.

It stands to reason that Lin Fan's strength is no more than a mere first-grade Dao master, and the strength displayed by this middle-aged swordsman has reached the realm of real people.

But this middle-aged swordsman didn't collide with the sword qi of the sword duel at all.

He easily dodged Lin Fan's sword.

The middle-aged swordsman's face became solemn, and his killing intent towards Lin Fan gradually dissipated, he looked at Lin Fan's eyes and became a lot more serious: "Imperial Sword Duel? Are you a descendant of Shushan? ”

Lin Fan looked at the middle-aged swordsman in front of him, and felt quite strange in his heart, this guy was very strong, and he was even more interested in his own life just now, why did he have no killing intent as soon as he used the sword?

He was confused, but there was no expression on his face.

The middle-aged swordsman took a deep breath: "The heirs of Shushan actually came back here, interesting, interesting." ”

After speaking, the middle-aged swordsman glanced at Lin Fan deeply, turned around and left, without any intention of continuing to fight with Lin Fan.

What kind of fuss is this?

Lin Fan was also full of questions, and he couldn't understand what the situation was.

This guy is obviously much stronger than himself, but after seeing that he used the sword duel, he turned around and left.

And what did he mean by that?

Lin Fan frowned, but the strength displayed by the middle-aged swordsman was extremely strong, even if it was Lin Fan, he couldn't catch up.

What's more, even if he can catch up, how can he have the guts.

Declare in advance, it's really not your own instigation, the strength of this middle-aged swordsman is at least the strength of the real human realm.

This is not someone you can afford to mess with.

Lin Fan also vaguely felt that this place seemed to have some secret that he didn't know.

At this moment, suddenly, Lin Fan looked fiercely in the direction of the middle of the city.

In that direction, it was as if something was calling for itself to come over.

Lin Fan frowned, this city, no, or the entire Sword Domain Forbidden Land, actually gave people a weird feeling.

Something seemed to call him to the past, but he couldn't be sure if it was a good thing or a bad thing.

The gate behind him had been closed, and there was no turning back anyway, so Lin Fan stubbornly continued to walk towards the depths of the city, wanting to find out.

In the center of the city, there is a palace.

This palace is quite brilliantly built, but after many years, the whole palace looks a little dilapidated, and a sense of history comes from this palace.

Lin Fan came to the gate of this palace.

The closer you get to the palace, the stronger the call becomes.

With a creak, the door of the palace slowly opened by itself.

In Lin Fan's ears, an old voice came: "You are finally here." ”

"Who are you?" Lin Fan hurriedly looked left and right.

"Come inside, and you'll see me."

When Lin Fan heard this, he thought for a while and strode inside.

Along the way, he was cautious, and finally came to the main hall of the palace.

And this feeling of calling to oneself came from this hall.

After Lin Fan came in, he looked left and right and shouted, "Who is it?" Who's calling me? ”

Inside the main hall, it is very calm.

Lin Fan continued to shout: "Since you called me, why didn't I come out to see you after that?" ”

Bang.

Bang.

Bang.

Suddenly, in the main hall, a sword with white light appeared.

Lin Fan looked carefully, this was not a real sword, but a sword condensed from the qi of nothingness.

However, it emits a white light, and a powerful feeling is transmitted.

"This is, Sword Spirit?" Lin Fan looked at the sword that emitted white light.

I couldn't help but reach out and touch the white light.

Suddenly, there was a tremor throughout the hall.

"What's going on?"

Lin Fan was shocked.

In his ears, there were countless roars of people.

"Help! Help me. ”

"I'm dead in Shushan!"

"Go, look for someone who can save my Shushan."

An old reputation sounded in Lin Fan's ears: "You heard it." ”

Lin Fan was covered for a while, looked at the white sword light in front of him, and asked, "You, who are you?" ”

"I am the sword spirit of the sword of the head of Shushan."

The sword, which emitted a white light, said slowly.

Lin Fan was shocked in his heart, this, what kind of international joke is this.

Wandering around casually, he was able to meet the sword spirit of the sword of the head of Shushan?

The sword spirit said slowly: "Shu Mountain is dead!" It's been many, many years, and I can't remember how many days, months, or hours I've waited here. ”

Lin Fan said, "What are you waiting for here. ”

"Waiting for you."

"Maybe you are the hope to save Shushan."

Lin Fan smiled awkwardly: "The seniors said that they were joking, how can a first-class Taoist chief be able to ...... in the lower district?"

Sword Spirit said: "I didn't let you go to save Shushan now, I can feel your intention, you have Sword Smoke and Xuantian Divine Iron on your body, you want to forge your natal flying sword." ”

Lin Fan nodded.

"In the world, I'm afraid there are few sword spirits that can be stronger than me." This sword spirit said: "Ordinary sword spirit, at most, your natal flying sword will become a heaven-level magic weapon, but if I am integrated into your natal flying sword, your natal flying sword can become an existence that surpasses the heaven-level magic weapon." ”

When Lin Fan heard this, he couldn't help but swallow his saliva in his heart, there was such a good thing in this.

Sword Spirit said: "However, I have the conditions. ”