Chance and death coexist, could it be some kind of death Jedi, Lin Rang was frightened. He walked closer and looked carefully at the face of the third senior brother, Song Yi.

The seven orifices were bleeding, and his eyes were wide, as if he was not blinking.

"Did he see anything?" Lin Rang squinted.

"It's an illusion. Wu Qing trembled involuntarily.

"This vision causes blood to flow backwards, and then causes people to die violently. Lin Rang was surprised, the murderous illusion was not something that anyone could lay down, at least it was necessary to cultivate in the Divine Power Realm, but it shouldn't be! It is impossible for Qingzhou Mansion to give birth to a master of the Divine Power Realm, it is not that there have been outsiders here.

"That's right, but if you can survive it, your cultivation will make great progress, the seventh generation of the head of the family once survived for half a year, and your cultivation has risen to a level, but he went for the second time and finally died. Wu Qing sighed, the seventh-generation head is the most amazing and brilliant head in the history of the Broken Sword Sect, and the blood sword diagram is from him. It's a pity that it's too persistent.

Lin Rang had a strong interest and wanted to go to the burial of Tianfeng to take a look, but he also took into account, if he couldn't avoid the killing machine, wouldn't he be unlucky.

"Stupid!" Senior Brother Sima Yuan was so angry that he stomped his feet again and again, looking like he hated iron but not steel.

Because cultivation is unable to take risks, is it worth it to give your life like this?

Lin Rang can completely understand the mood of the third senior brother, the cultivation is unable to advance an inch, which proves that the path ahead of cultivation has been broken, and of course it is necessary to take risks, even if it will cost him his life.

If it were Lin Rang, he would have chosen that way. As everyone knows, many people are crushed to pieces in order to seek opportunities, and enter the Jedi of death in order to cultivate and rise. This kind of thing will be like a moth to a fire, and it will go on and on.

The head sword was born, he trembled, and the old tears were all over the place, so he almost cried loudly.

"Master, you have to take care! The matter has come to this point, and there is no way to return to heaven. Senior brother Sima Yuan hurriedly held the head master, afraid that he would faint because of excessive sadness.

Lin Rang didn't have any sadness, after all, he had been here for a short time, and it was impossible to say that he had feelings.

The spirit guard fell on Lin Rang and Xiao'e, after all, it is impossible for the head of the family to guard the spirit, and the two senior brothers, after all, are also old.

Three days later, the third senior brother Song Yi was buried on a lonely peak, which was the coffin of Lin Rang's resistance. There are only five people left in the Broken Sword Gate. Moreover, Lin Rang felt that the number of people would decrease, because the limit of the head of the house was approaching. I'm afraid it won't be long before I pass away.

With the death of the third senior brother, the head of the sect fell into great grief and was bedridden within a few days. The elder brother Sima Yuan is in charge of taking care of it.

Lin Rang really wanted to bury Tianfeng, but he needed to have an in-depth understanding of the danger of burying Tianfeng, so he got a few jars of wine and came to the residence of his second senior brother Wu Qing.

"Alas, Shizun probably can't get up, he is already at the end of his life, plus he is too sad, I am afraid that the limit will come early. Second Senior Brother Wu Qing shook his head and sighed, raised his head and drank a large bowl of wine, his face turned red all of a sudden.

"Senior brother, the position of the head of the sect will definitely fall on your head, and the life and death of the Broken Sword Gate will be handed over to you, you must not break the inheritance, otherwise, you will be ashamed of the heads of the previous generations!"

"I've not been in the house for a long time, which round will get me? "Lin Rang has no interest in the position of the head of the Broken Sword Sect at all. What does it mean to be in charge of several people.

"Senior brother is old and weak, and I have no ambitions, so it must be you who take over. Wu Qing shook his head, this was the most suitable decision, and there was no choice.

"What's on the Burial Heaven Peak? Recently, I have been restless, worried that the unknown Burial Heaven Peak will rush out. Lin Rang pretended to be worried.

"Don't worry, no, it's a corpse, and it won't come back to life. Wu Qing smiled absently. The Broken Sword Gate has been around for hundreds of years, and the unknown of the Burial Heaven Peak will be able to rush out, and it will have already rushed out.

Lin Rang was shocked, a corpse, murderous and ominous actually came from a corpse.

"So, there is a tomb on the Burial Heaven Peak. Lin Rang narrowed his eyes, could it be a big tomb, where terrifying powerhouses are buried.

"What a tomb, the corpse is sitting on the edge of the cliff, the wind and the sun, the frost and the rain, not rotting or rotting, eternal and unchanged. No one knew who he was, and he was there when the Broken Sword Gate was established. "Of course, Wu Qing has never seen that corpse, but he is also an old man from the Broken Sword Gate, so he naturally knows about the matter on the Burial Heaven Peak. I mostly learned it from the mouths of the former uncles in the door.

Lin Rang was stunned for a moment, such a corpse is not rotten, and it is not a strange thing that the corpse is intact, but it is mostly sealed, how can it not be rotten in broad daylight.

How strong is this person's cultivation!

"What kind of cultivation did the seventh generation head do when he went up?" Lin Rang asked, he wanted to speculate whether he could go up.

The seventh generation of the head went to survive for the first time, but he only died because he went the second time.

"The peak of the Soul Realm, but in just half a year, he has reached the peak of the Soul Turning Realm, and he is about to peep at the Yuan Shen, but it's a pity! Wu Qing sighed again and again. In the Dali Dynasty, if there is a master of the Yuan Shen Realm in charge, then no matter what the sphere of influence of this sect is, how many people there are, they will be regarded as a big faction.

Lin Rang frowned, he is also at the peak of the Spirit Realm now, and he has cultivated the supreme scripture exercises, so he may not be worse than the seventh generation master, but he can take a risk.

If there is such a thing as a great advancement in cultivation, it is acceptable to risk your life. At present, Lin Rang urgently needs to improve his cultivation. Because he can't stand the boring waiting for revenge.

A few days later, Lin Rang was ready, he was going to Burial Tianfeng to investigate, of course this kind of thing can't be told to the two senior brothers, even Xiao'e can't tell it.

Lin Rang didn't expect that as soon as he went out, he met his senior brother Sima Yuan, who came to look for him.

"Senior brother, the master wants to pass on to you, come with me to see the master. Sima Yuan said this calmly.

Lin Rang was helpless, it seemed that he had to push back to bury Tianfeng, and he was mentally prepared to succeed the head, which was not a good thing. If he can't continue the Broken Sword Gate, then he will be a sinner of the Broken Sword Gate. Therefore, the position of head is to carry a heavy burden. And Lin Rang has never liked restraint and likes to be free.

The head of the sword was full of decay, and his eyes were scattered. The two senior brothers and Xiao'e are there.

"Child, I have no power to do the things of the master, I will pass on the position of the head to you today, from now on, the Broken Sword Gate will be handed over to you, although you are still very young, and your cultivation is low, but I believe that you can definitely become a strong man." The old man said earnestly.

Lin Rang wanted to refuse, but he was embarrassed, an old man who was about to die, how could he refuse.

"Don't worry, I'll make the Broken Sword Gate thrive. Lin Rang said seriously.

"Take the token of the master. The old man nodded, and asked Sima Yuan to fetch the token of the master.

The blood sword diagram is the token of the master, Lin Rang has always wanted to take a closer look, and now he can look at it openly.

"When I die, keep my voice silent, lest woe will happen. The old man reminded. He is the pillar of the Broken Sword Gate, and when this pillar dies, it will definitely give birth to chaos. After all, no one has an enemy in any sect.

"Don't worry, Master, we all understand. Senior Brother Sima Yuan nodded.

For several days in a row, Lin Rang was carefully watching the Blood Sword Diagram, and he realized that the sword intent of the Blood Sword Diagram was a powerful killing technique, much stronger than the Cloud Swallowing Sword Wave. However, it is not complete.

In other words, the seventh generation of the head of the year did not experience the complete sword intent. The blood sword diagram came from the corpse of the burial Tianfeng, and in order to comprehend the complete sword intent, Lin Rang had to go to the burial of Tianfeng.

"The incomplete sword intent is so strong, and the complete one must be the Divine Sword Rule, not something I can practice now. Lin Rang muttered to himself, he wanted the complete sword intent, because, he would have to deal with the Marquis of Changping in the future. The two can be said to know each other, so Lin Rang has to have something that the other party can't.

The sword intent of the Blood Sword Diagram, Lin Rang quickly mastered it, and its sharpness could instantly penetrate the hard mountain wall, and it was far from the clouds swallowing the sword wave, but the consumption of vitality was too great. Lin Rang estimated that under the heyday, he could only swing three blows, and he could not show his full power.

Lin Rang was only able to preliminarily deploy it, and if he wanted to fully grasp it, it was estimated that he would have to wait for his cultivation to be completely improved.

Half a month later, the head of the sect Jiansheng passed away, he would not have died so quickly, but the death of the third senior brother gave him too much of a blow. Excessive grief hastened the pace of death.

Some people turned white overnight because they were too sad, and some people were bedridden because they were too sad and died soon.

Sadness is actually a sharp sword that can tear people's lives apart.

The funeral was very simple, no one was invited, and all the pavilions and pavilions of the Broken Sword Gate were hung with white cloths. Lin Rang also wore linen and filial piety to carry out the vigil.

Senior brother Sima Yuan cried unhumanly, his hair was all white, and he was older than ever.

Lin Rang didn't cry, he was a person who never cried, and he had no feelings for everything here. After all, when I came to Broken Sword Gate, I didn't even have half a year.

He stood silently aside, glanced at the second senior brother Wu Qing, and found that he looked preoccupied, not knowing what he was thinking.

"The old thing is finally dead, alas! I didn't send him on his way myself. A sneer suddenly came from outside the door.

An uninvited guest arrived, Lin Rang's face sank, it seems that this funeral is not so easy to handle.