The Sword of Annihilation, the peerless learning left by the power of the ancients, there is no need to question the power at all, once it is cultivated, it will be a terrifying existence. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

However, it is not easy to cultivate the Sword of Extermination, and it is even more difficult to exert the true power of the Sword of Extermination, and the power of the rules required is not easy to comprehend.

Ling Fan was not in a hurry, the road to the strong was not an overnight thing, but he believed that there would always be a day.

"The Sword of Annihilation is the strongest mastery in the master's life, I hope you can carry it forward, in addition, the power of the rules contained in it is not the only one, if you comprehend the stronger power of the rules in the future, you can also integrate into the Sword of Annihilation, once integrated, the power of the Sword of Annihilation will be stronger. Seeing Ling Fan open his eyes, the sword spirit spoke, Ling Fan nodded, although he had not yet cultivated the Life Destroying Sword, he could also feel the power of the Life Destroying Sword.

Airplanes!

The sword spirit's figure flashed, and the illusory shadow distorted, turning back into a sharp sword again, levitating in front of Ling Fan.

The purple light shone brightly, and the sword spirit in front of him seemed to have the power to destroy the world.

"I can help you comprehend the artistic conception of the sword, as for the level of comprehension, it depends on your own creation. A voice floated out from the sword spirit, and then Ling Fan's eyes flickered, and he felt as if he had entered another world.

This is a world of ice and snow, the sky is covered with white snowflakes, the land is covered with snow, and everything seems to have been frozen as far as the eye can see.

The biting cold wind raged between heaven and earth, Ling Fan clasped his hands, even though his physique was not weak, he was still shivering from the cold.

Not far ahead, it was a frozen lake, and in the middle of the lake, a heavy sword was inserted vertically on the ice, and in the white vast field of vision, the vertical heavy sword was extremely conspicuous.

Ling Fan rubbed his hands, then raised his feet and walked towards the vertical heavy sword.

The biting cold wind raged wildly, like a sharp blade, blowing on Ling Fan's face one after another, and every step he took was so difficult.

It seemed to be only a hundred meters away, but Ling Fan walked for half an hour before he walked in front of the heavy sword, in the middle of the lake, the temperature seemed to be lower, and Ling Fan's hair was covered with a layer of frost.

"The heavy sword in the lake, this sword has been lonely here for countless years, except for ice and snow, there is no companion, if there is a spirit, I don't know how it feels. Ling Fan stared at the heavy sword in front of him, and sighed in his heart, if he lived in such a lonely world, he didn't know how long he could last.

"Since you and I meet, it is fate, and I will help you see the light of day again. Ling Fan whispered to the heavy sword, then stretched out his hand and held it on the hilt of the heavy sword.

Just as he was about to pull out the heavy sword, Ling Fan's eyes narrowed slightly, and in his sight, it was a blood-colored bat, it was nailed to the cold ice by the tip of the heavy sword, although it was not dead, it could not break free.

The blood-colored bat squirmed under the tip of the heavy sword, as if it was in a dying struggle, and it hissed sharply, and in that sound, Ling Fan could actually hear a trace of sadness.

"Should I let you live or let the sword see the light of day. Ling Fan's eyes flickered, his heart was hesitating, the blood-colored bat was nailed to the ice, once he pulled out the heavy sword, the blood-colored bat would definitely die.

This is the only creature Ling Fan has seen in this endless ice and snow world, if it dies, maybe this ice and snow world will lose its color.

"All things have spirits, and I will not let you die even if I want the sword to see the light of day. Ling Fan held the hilt of the sword, a hint of determination flashed in his eyes, and he slammed it upward, pulling the heavy sword out of the ice.

There was a miserable hiss, and the blood-colored bat trembled all around, and its life was passing away.

The heavy sword was held in Ling Fan's hand, Ling Fan's wrist was swirled, the sharp blade slashed through the palm of his hand, and blood flowed from between his fingers.

The red blood dripped down in front of the blood-colored bat, perhaps smelling the breath of blood, and the blood-colored bat struggled into the blood, opening its mouth and sucking the blood into its mouth.

And as the blood was devoured by it, the breath of life that had passed was gradually recovering, and the wounds on the body were also magically healing.

The blood kept flowing, the blood-colored bats seemed to never be enough, Ling Fan's face was getting paler and paler, but Ling Fan's lips were smiling, he didn't seem to regret doing all this.

All things have a source, and all laws are Tao.

The true meaning of the sword may not be just an indomitable killing, it also contains a trace of mercy for living beings.

Ling Fan's blood restored the life of the blood-colored bat, and the wound healed, and when the blood-colored bat fully recovered, he saw its wings shake and take off.

The blood-colored bat spun around Ling Fan a few times, as if it was remembering Ling Fan's breath, and after a while, it spread its wings and flew directly into the distance.

Seeing the blood-colored bat go away, Ling Fan clenched the palm with the wound, and the blood no longer dripped down.

Airplanes!

The heavy sword in his hand suddenly trembled, the heavy sword broke free from Ling Fan's palm, and flew into the sky on its own, the three-foot-long heavy sword rose against the storm, and turned into a hundred-zhang giant sword in an instant.

The giant sword bloomed with dazzling brilliance, and a terrifying aura fluctuated strongly in the sword body, silent in the ice and snow for countless years, as if it had been reborn, and was showing its grace and power to the world.

Ling Fan stood in the middle of the frozen lake, he stared at the hundred-zhang giant sword in the sky, at this moment, the entire sky seemed to be filled with sword intent.

The furious sword intent swept wantonly in the void, cutting the void into cracks one after another, and the sword intent was domineering and sharp, indestructible.

Everything in heaven and earth seems to have become a sword, ice is a sword, falling snowflakes are a sword, everything has a fierce sword intent.

The snowflakes fell on Ling Fan's body, and it actually cut a series of openings on Ling Fan's body, and the sword intent in the air was wantonly cutting on Ling Fan's body, and a trace of red blood dyed Ling Fan's clothes red.

Ling Fan didn't dodge, and there was nowhere to dodge, the pain in his heart didn't make him afraid, and the look in his eyes became more resolute.

Ling Fan closed his eyes and let the sword intent and snowflakes fall on his body, at this moment, what he had in his mind was not the pain on his body, but the emotion of the hundred-zhang giant sword in the sky.

From the sword intent emanating from the giant sword, Ling Fan could clearly feel the joy, anger, sorrow and joy of the giant sword, all its emotions, sometimes ecstatic, sometimes excited, sometimes sad.

The sword actually has its own emotions.

Ling Fan closed his eyes tightly and stood quietly on the surface of the icy lake, the wounds on his body did not make him move in any way, at this moment, he was completely integrated into the emotion of the sword intent.

In the snow-white world, one person, one sword, and snowflakes in the sky seem to have become eternity.

Inside the Great Floating Pagoda, Ling Fan closed his eyes tightly, and at this moment, there was a layer of white glow around him, and within that glow, there was a trace of sword intent coiled, and with the brilliance of the glow, the sword intent became more and more intense.

The sword spirit had already transformed into a human form, suspended in front of Ling Fan, looking at this scene, a strange light flashed in the sword spirit's eyes, "In such a short period of time, I have realized the true meaning of the sword intent, and I have fused with the sword intent, this child's talent is not weak." ”

Comprehending the artistic conception of martial arts, it is not an overnight thing, it takes a kind of chance, and there is a talent, in the Supreme Sword Shrine to understand the artistic conception of the sword, because of the help of the sword spirit, so this kind of opportunity has, as long as the talent is enough, you can comprehend the artistic conception of the sword.

However, if you want to comprehend the artistic conception of the sword, even if you are one of the top geniuses in Qingling County, it will take at least two days, and at this moment, it only took a few hours for Ling Fan to enter this state.

Although the level he has comprehended now is still only white, as his comprehension of sword intent deepens, the level will gradually change.

Time passed quietly unconsciously, the sun set, and the three days passed like this.

In the room, Ling Fan sat quietly without any movement, Ling Yuntian had been guarding outside Ling Fan's house every step in the past few days, he was very surprised, Ling Fan had broken through to the early stage of the Spirit Martial Realm in one day three days ago, why had there been no movement in the past few days.

It stands to reason that even if it is consolidated, it should be almost consolidated! If it weren't for Ling Fan's breathing still remaining steady, Ling Yuntian probably couldn't help but rush in.

"What the hell is this kid going on, sitting in the house for so long. Ling Yuntian looked a little anxious, and his majestic spiritual power shrouded Ling Fan's room, always paying attention to Ling Fan's movements.

And at this moment, Ling Yuntian suddenly stood up, his eyes staring at Ling Fan's room.

In the room, I saw that Ling Fan's body was surrounded by a violent aura at the moment, and in the void above his head, the shadow of a sword appeared, which was gradually becoming condensed from the illusory, and in just a few breaths, the sword shadow was transformed into a reality and hung above Ling Fan's head.

What shocked Ling Yuntian was not only the sword above Ling Fan's head, but more importantly, the domineering and fierce sword intent exuded by the sword shadow, and the color that bloomed from the sword shadow.

"Purple Sword Artistic Conception!" Ling Yuntian's eyes widened, and although he could detect everything with his spiritual power, his eyes were still wide, as if he wanted to see through the room.

This scene, he was obviously a little unbelievable, the purple martial arts conception, that was the existence of legends, Ling Yuntian had never seen it in his life, and he definitely didn't expect such a legend to appear on his son.

White, blue, gold, green, purple, the artistic conception of martial arts is divided into five levels from weak to strong.

The top-level Purple Martial Artistic Conception would be an important ticket for Ling Fan's path to the supreme power.

This alone is destined to make Ling Fan's future path not ordinary.

In the house, the violent sword intent swept through, and under the sweep of that sword intent, everything in the room became shattered, and even the entire house had a faint tendency to collapse, but fortunately, Ling Yuntian arranged a layer of enchantment outside the house, and the house was saved from being destroyed.

The dazzling purple gold brilliance bloomed throughout the room, and the purple gold sword shadow exuded a domineering and terrifying aura, as if it were a king, and here, nothing could compare to it.

This world is ruled by the sword.

Under the edge of the sword, there is no stop.

The sword is king.