Lin Zhan felt that he had to find a powerful assistant at this moment. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

"Little Black Black...... Little Black Black ......"

Although the ink sword can't be shown for the time being, it should be okay to communicate with the sword spirit.

But after communicating for a long time, Xiao Hei Hei was like falling into the deep sea, and there was no response.

"Ahem, there must be so many old-timers outside, he is scared......"

And Xiao Hei, is it just right to wake up at this time, because after all, the body of the sword spirit is also an old antique, Lin Zhan's divine sense entered the nine-star space, but it was a little disappointed, at this critical moment, Xiao Hei was still asleep......

This, this seems to be in trouble.

"Who are you?" Lin Zhan simply sat down, there was still time, he decided to calm down first and slowly find a way.

"What's the matter, are you going to give up? I'll just say that you can't succeed, so it's better to take a suitable one according to your own strength. The young man in white actually sat on the ground opposite Lin Zhan, picked up a small pebble, and drew casually on the ground, "There are many wishes in this world, not every one of them can be fulfilled. ”

Helplessly, the other party did not reveal his identity, and Lin Zhan did not recruit.

But depending on the situation, this is not the enemy.

And when he sat down, the trembling and whispering of those long swords began to rise and fall one after another, but there was no longer the experience of the sword crying.

"It's not always possible, but how can I say it if I don't try it? And I decided to start trying......

As he spoke, Lin Zhan jumped up and walked towards the area of the Burial Sword Valley, he wanted to start from the most difficult place!

"If you can't take all of them, then I'll take as many as I can, it doesn't seem that one person can only choose one sword!"

This time, Lin Zhan was advancing very fast, and he was about to start hurrying up.

The young man in white also stood up and followed behind Lin Zhan, his body was more elegant and light.

"I said you don't choose your sword, what are you going to do with me?" Lin Zhan decided to ignore him, this person seemed to be idle, and it began to be a little strange.

Entering the Valley of the Buried Sword, there seems to be a lot less sword here.

"It seems that they are all good swords, if you can take them all, you will be rich!" Lin Zhan observed for a while, and he was secretly ecstatic.

Each sword is upside down on the ground, straight and straight, and it seems to occupy a small area, non-aggression against each other, with a majesty, like the king of the sword, this kind of innate sword qi, even Lin Zhan, who is still a junior rookie in the cultivation world, can feel it.

"I don't have the sword aura that Fang Daguang said, it must be my luck!" Lin Zhan thought to himself, his body already approaching one of the swords.

Moreover, after Lin Zhan got closer, he immediately obtained the message of this sword: Weeping Blood Sword!

From the hands of the sword-forging grandmaster, it was made by using the scorching sun wood as the sword fetus and sacrificing the blood of several spirit beasts.

The weeping blood sword, the body of the sword trembled slightly, and it didn't seem to resist Lin Zhan's approach, but it had a sense of intimacy.

This made the face of the young man in white appear with disdain: "What a broken sword, there is no backbone at all!"

Lin Zhan glanced back at him and said with a smile: "I said brother, it's not a big deal to see the excitement, there is a spirit in the sword, which shows that he likes me!"

Lin Zhan stretched out his left hand and grabbed the hilt of the sword nervously.

At the moment of contact, it was like an electric shock, and a resistance was generated.

"It's not that easy. Lin Zhan withdrew his hand.

"Hehe, it's a bit dignified, otherwise I really don't have the face to stay here. The white-skinned young man's jade-like face seemed to be a little self-deprecating, and then he smiled at Lin Zhan, "Young man, sometimes you can't be blindly optimistic, I think you still go outside to pick and choose." ”

However, Lin Zhan was not discouraged, he changed his right hand with a nine-star pattern and grabbed it again.

"Weeping Blood Sword, follow me!"

Shocked, the land where the Weeping Blood Sword was located shook, and at the beginning of his hand, Lin Zhan only felt that a powerful energy was constantly hitting the palm of his hand, and his arm seemed to be about to become no longer his own.

"The power of the nine stars!" Lin Zhan instantly pulled a trace of the energy of the nine-star space, quickly wandered around his arm, slowly infiltrated and merged into the hilt of the sword, and quietly poured in.

It's a reassurance, a gesture of goodwill.

Although Lin Zhan had not yet felt the sword spirit consciousness of the Weeping Blood Sword, such divine soldiers were undoubtedly the existence of sword spirits.

With the movement of the Weeping Blood Sword, the face of the young man in white began to have a trace of surprise now.

His position had been moved from behind Lin Zhan to the side, so that he could see the whole process more intuitively.

"Get up!" Lin Zhan continued to infuse some spiritual power, and then easily pulled out the Weeping Blood Sword from the rock formation!

"Qiang ......" is Baofeng's unique soft moaning sound, which can make the owner feel comforted when it is subtle, and can make the opponent shudder when it is furious!

"I'm sorry for the time being!" Lin Zhan didn't have time to chew on the message transmitted by the Weeping Blood Sword, so he put it into the Nine Star Space and immediately rushed to the next sword......

"Eh, did you treat the sword like this?" The young man in white was a little anxious, as if he had been snubbed in some way.

"Brother Dao, I'm in a hurry!" Lin Zhan replied hurriedly, and he didn't look back.

The man had already stood in front of the second long sword: "Heavenly Sword! It's you, follow me obediently......"

"...... sonor" was another crisp sword groan, and Lin Zhan seemed to have succeeded again.

"Ho, this can't be!" The young man in white was dumbfounded and hurriedly caught up with Lin Zhan.

Lin Zhan didn't know how the others had won the favor of the sword before, but now that he himself had the experience of success for the first time and the second time, it seemed to have become very easy, and there was no difficulty at all.

And he used his technique, and when the sword in his hand was just drawn, he was already running towards the next target.

"Purple Blade Sword, Duanyang Sword, Xiaying Sword...... a sword with a handle of the world, at an unbelievable speed, was included in the nine-star space by Lin Zhan.

Lin Zhan is crazy at the moment, he has soared his fastest speed, racing against time, if he can harvest one more sword, he will fulfill one more wish.

And the entire Burial Sword Valley seemed to be enveloped in a particularly subtle atmosphere, and the sword qi that permeated the air was full of a little joy, with a little bit of celebration, as if it was a grand festival.

Lin Zhan's speed was very fast, but it was obviously far from enough, nearly an hour had passed, and he still had only harvested a few dozen swords in a small area of the Burial Sword Valley, which made him anxious.

And at this moment, Lin Zhan found that there was the thickest sword qi in the entire Burial Sword Valley, and this sword qi seemed to lock on him, making him start to feel a little embarrassed, this kind of feeling of being targeted was very strange. (To be continued.) )