The bright beam of light was like a divine light descending from the sky, containing a terrifying sword intent that tore through everything, heading straight for Ling Fan below, and under the huge beam, the black figure standing seemed so small. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

In just an instant, Ling Fan's entire body was submerged by the falling beam of light, and his small body seemed to be swallowed by the sword river.

The sudden scene made everyone stunned, including the old man of the county king's mansion, this kind of situation even he had never seen before, and he hadn't even heard of it.

"Xiao Fan!" Ling Qing was the closest to Ling Fan, and after a short period of distraction, Ling Qing roared, and his delicate body directly rushed towards the beam of light containing the destructive sword intent, but before he could get close, he was instantly bounced away and landed in the distance.

Ling Qing was unwilling and continued to rush towards the beam, but the beam seemed to have an enchantment, and she was not allowed to get close at all.

"Xiaofan! You can't have anything, absolutely nothing can happen. Two lines of clear tears slid down Ling Qing's cheeks, her beautiful eyes were bloodshot, staring at the beam of light in front of her, her clenched fist was too tight, her nails were embedded in the palms of her hands, and red blood droplets slowly dripped to the ground along her knuckles.

Scenes from childhood, this moment seemed to appear in front of Ling Qing's eyes one by one, together they went to the back mountain to dig a bird's nest, together in the stream to catch fish, in order to pick wild fruits for themselves, Ling Fan fell from a tree, his whole body was pierced bloody, every time he was punished by his father, he would steal delicious food from the kitchen, and then accompany her, tell her jokes, childish words actually deceived himself into kissing him several times, in order to make his cultivation faster, he almost secretly gave himself the cultivation pills given by his father.

I can't count how many disasters she has caused, and Ling Fan has carried them for her.

Growing up together, their feelings for Ling Fan have trumped everything.

Seeing the beam of light containing the terrifying destructive sword intent in front of her devouring Ling Fan, Ling Qing's heart was like a knife, if she could, she would rather be torn apart by the sword intent, for Ling Fan, she could even give her own life.

Qin Xuan, Yan Hao and the others on the side were also stunned, staring at the falling beam with their eyes, and even forgot that the artistic conception of the sword they comprehended was not successful.

It was not that he sympathized with Ling Fan, who was swallowed by the beam, but that he was shocked by the scene in front of him.

The dozens of Heavenly Martial Realm powerhouses guarding Yancheng were completely chaotic at the moment, and they and the others were originally sent to protect the young master and young lady, but at this moment, they watched the young master being devoured by the furious sword intent, but they couldn't do anything.

Under the brilliance of the sword spirit, if the Heavenly Martial Realm enters, they will die, and they don't even have the ability to enter the square, let alone save Ling Fan.

"Miss, this ...... Under such a violent sword intent, can there still be a living person?" In the attic, Lan's heart trembled, obviously shocked by the scene in front of him.

Qing Ruo squinted her eyes slightly, between her eyebrows, there seemed to be a sense of doubt, the scene in front of her made her feel quite strange, with the fury of the sword spirit's sword intent, even if the strong person in the imperial realm touched, it would be wiped out in an instant, why would such a power be aimed at a young man with low strength.

Moreover, it only took a moment to destroy the young man, and why the beam had not dispersed until now.

"This sword spirit is a bit mysterious, I'm afraid it will be an opportunity for him. His eyes fixed on the beam, and after a moment, Qingruo said softly.

"Chance?" Lan Xin winked suspiciously, "You mean he's not dead yet?"

"Maybe!" Qingruo didn't say much, everything was just her speculation, what the real situation was, she had to wait and see.

Outside the square, after a short period of stunnedness, the crowd also boiled in an uproar.

"What the hell is going on, why did the sword spirit suddenly spew out a beam of light. ”

"And he went to Ling Fan in Yancheng, what is the reason for this, could it be that he angered the sword spirit?"

"I think it's mostly that everyone is sitting and feeling the sword intent, and he is standing there, I'm afraid that the sword spirit is dissatisfied and punishes him. ”

"You said he was a waste, what kind of fun did he come to join, now it's okay, his life is gone, under such a violent sword intent, how can he still have the possibility of survival. ”

"I heard that Ling Yuntian loves his son the most, this time Ling Yuntian is probably going to go berserk. ”

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Countless eyes were all focused on that beam of light at this moment, but no one knew what was going on inside the beam, but almost everyone thought that Ling Fan had already turned into nothingness.

The huge sword spirit is still trembling, the dazzling beam still has no intention of retracting, the violent sword intent is raging wildly in the void, and the entire beam of light is like a long river of sword intent, in that long river, the powerhouses of the imperial realm have no chance of surviving.

However, at this moment, within that beam of light, the thin figure was still standing upright, and the violent sword intent didn't seem to hurt him at all.

At this moment, I'm afraid only Ling Fan himself knows what happened.

At first, Ling Fan just quietly sensed the rule power in the void, but later, he found that this power and the sword spirit of the sword artistic conception actually complemented each other, as long as he mastered this rule power, he could feel the essence of the sword artistic conception, once he succeeded, it was both strength and artistic conception.

However, what caught him off guard was that just as he was about to perceive the mystical essence of the sword's artistic conception, the small tower in his body actually trembled violently, and the void sword spirit actually shot down a beam of light to envelop him.

In the violent beam of sword intent, Ling Fan stood still, although the sword intent around him was terrifying, it did not hurt him, and at this moment, he did not have the heart to take care of the surrounding sword intent, all his attention was focused on the small tower in his body.

Xiao Ta has existed in Ling Fan's body for more than ten years, it was left to him when his mother left, and there has been no movement in these years, but now, Xiao Ta seems to have come to life, and his body is full of dazzling golden rays.

The nine-story small tower seemed to be magical, which made Ling Fan stunned, and at this moment, in front of that small tower, there was actually a sword shadow, looking at the appearance of that sword shadow, it was clearly a miniature version of the Supreme Sword Shrine Sword Spirit.

The furious sword intent coiled around the sword shadow, and the sword shadow seemed to have spiritual intelligence, and unleashed a sword light to attack the nine-story small tower in front of it.

The purple-gold sword contained the power to cut everything, and slashed down towards the small tower, as if to split the small tower in half, and the endless sword intent surrounded the small tower, and the small tower couldn't dodge it at all.

However, the small tower did not want to dodge, it seemed to be equally extraordinary, only to see the tower body shook, and in an instant, the monstrous suppressive power bloomed in the void, and the sword that fell was actually suppressed in mid-air, unable to be cut down.

The sword shadow and the small tower competed, but Ling Fan was miserable at this moment, the terrifying power rippled in his body, making him feel that his body was about to be torn apart, and his internal organs had already been turned upside down.

Fortunately, the suppressive force protected his body from exploding and dying, but it was only a trace of aftermath, which was not something he could easily withstand at all.

The endless pain made Ling Fan's face distort, his eyes were blood-red, and he insisted on it, he knew that once he fell, then the battle between Sword Shadow and Xiao Ta would end in Xiao Ta's defeat, and at that time, Ling Fan would also be wiped out.

The monstrous suppressive force and the terrifying sword collided wildly, if it was the outside world, just the aftermath generated by the two, I am afraid that it would be able to easily destroy a city, even if it was a strong man in the imperial realm, it would not be able to get close at all.

This kind of confrontation lasted for a full hour, and from the perspective of the situation, it seemed that no one could help anyone, but at this moment, the golden rays blooming around the nine-story small tower suddenly opened up, and in the light like the scorching sun, there were ancient runes of the Dao, runes surging, and the suppressive power of the small tower suddenly became stronger.

The terrifying suppressive power surged towards the sword shadow like a mountain, and the sword shadow slashed out the sword, but it couldn't stop the ancient suppressive power at all, and watched the small tower suppress the sword shadow little by little.

The sword shadow seemed to sense the crisis, and turned around to run, but the surroundings seemed to have been imprisoned, and the sword shadow couldn't break free at all.

Airplanes!

The moment the sword shadow entered the tower, the golden rays blooming around the ninth-story small tower suddenly disappeared, and on that first layer, there was a dazzling purple gold light released, and a fierce sword intent spread out from the first layer of the small tower.

The battle between the small tower and the sword shadow, the small tower wins, and the suppressive force directly presses the sword shadow in the tower and subdues it.

Rumble!

There was an earth-shattering explosion, and in the outside world, at the moment when the sword shadow was suppressed by the small tower, I saw the sword spirit suspended in the void trembling violently, and then, under the stunned gaze of everyone, the huge sword spirit suddenly shrank, turning into a three-foot long sword, and then directly submerged into Ling Fan's body along the beam.

The beam of light disappeared, and Ling Fan's figure also appeared in everyone's sight.

Everyone was stunned, the scene suddenly became a little weird, and they stared at the figure in the middle of the square, as if they had seen a ghost, even Ling Qing was stunned.

Almost everyone thought that Ling Fan had probably turned into nothingness, but at this moment, that thin figure reappeared unscathed in front of everyone's eyes, although his face was slightly pale, but his breath was still there.

Under such a world-destroying violent sword intent, there can still be living people?

"Xiao Fan!" After a short stunned moment, Ling Qing shouted, Qianying rushed over and threw herself directly into Ling Fan's arms, her arms tightly surrounding Ling Fan, and the cheek that leaned on Ling Fan's chest was already pear blossom with rain.

Ling Fan had already regained consciousness, but there was still tearing pain all over his body, he slowly raised his hand, hugged Ling Qing in his arms, and looked at the beautiful eyes with tears, Ling Fan's heart was warm and sliding.

Among the thousands of people present, only Ling Qing could shed tears for him Ling Fan.

"Okay sister, it's okay. Stretching out his hand to wipe the tears from the corners of Ling Qing's eyes, Ling Fan said softly, this family affection made Ling Fan very warm, and it seemed that the pain on his body was much lighter.