On Jing Chengran's grandfather's chest, there was a deep sword wound, and blood splattered everywhere. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

"Grandpa. Jing Chengran was shocked.

"Ahem!" his grandfather coughed up blood again, and Mu Zi was incredulous.

The sword intent around Wang Fan was horizontal, and his body slowly floated into the air, unable to fly with his cultivation, but with the sword of broken love in his hand, a force blessed him strong.

At this moment, Wang Fan seemed to have returned to his previous life, he Mu Zi burst out, looked at everyone, and a sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth.

At this moment, everyone's hearts trembled.

"It's a feeling...... It gave me a lot of confidence. ”

Grandpa Jing Chengran took Jing Chengran and retreated, and said, "Everyone, do you still want the sword spirit? Let's shoot together, the sword will be given to you, and the sword spirit will be mine." ”

"Hmph, I just need a sword spirit. The old woman with the sword pill said.

The other two old monsters who were entangled in the black mist were also silent, and there were also other great sword cultivators of the Sword Casting Mountain, they were naturally standing on the side of Grandpa Jing Chengran.

"Seven Emotions Sword Duel, the first sword, the wounded sword. ”

Wang Fan's momentum increased greatly, and he exuded a sense of sadness all over his body, which made the old monsters' eyes widen.

The artistic conception is very difficult to obtain, any emotional meaning of the monk can be turned into the most powerful power, such as the sword intent of sword cultivation, when the sword is cultivated to the extreme, the sword intent will be epiphany.

Anger, when you feel it when you are angry, can make a person's combat potential explode.

Love is the artistic conception of loving a person.

And on Wang Fan, they felt a strong sadness.

How can it be?

How old is he, less than sixteen, right? Some of the six of them can't comprehend the artistic conception?

What kind of monster is he, and it is impossible to cultivate so fast in beating the mother's womb.

A sword wound.

Grandpa Jing Chengran also felt his scalp tingling, and a thick sadness derived from his heart, he retreated frantically, but the sadness surrounded him.

Jing Chengran was also shocked, Wang Fan was like a different person, but how could it be? Even if that sword brought him super powerful combat power, a person's artistic conception could not be said to change?

His eyes were dark, and he was taken into the sleeve of his grandfather's shirt.

Jing Qin Zhong, this is the name of the ancestor, he stared at the scene in front of him, Wang Fan's sword wound actually made him have a vision in front of his eyes!

A woman, holding an eight-year-old child, the child's eyes are very beautiful, as clear as clear water, mother and son in the era of war and chaos, the mother for the child, I don't know how many times the flesh trade, in exchange for a mouthful of food, in order to give the child a mouthful of food.

The children watched all this.

"Mother!" Jing Qinzhong trembled, wanting to touch the woman in the picture, but the next moment, the woman disappeared.

Jing Qinzhong lived for hundreds of years, but at this moment, he left tears, and a deep sense of sadness welled up in his heart.

A few years later, the child grew up, he was already thirteen years old, he thought he could protect his mother, but he watched his mother and his mother pulled into the tent by a group of officers, and then the mother's terrible screams came from the tent.

"Ah, I'm going to kill you, I'm going to kill you. ”

Jing Qin Zhong went berserk, and a monstrous killing intent surged into his heart, he wanted to kill everyone, all the people, the group of officers, the group of people who made the world chaotic, and the group of politicians who started the war.

"Kill!"

Countless people died at his hands, and he was covered in blood, but he couldn't stop, and the sadness in his heart did not weaken, but became stronger and stronger through killing.

"Kill, kill them. ”

"Kill, kill everyone. ”

There were corpses everywhere, there was only one bloody man, and he would kill anyone he saw, and this place was already full of blood.

"Wake up!"

Suddenly, with a loud shout, Jing Qinzhong's mind buzzed around his life, and he instantly returned to reality, and he was shocked after reacting.

At this time, he was actually holding a bone sword and fighting with a great monk of Sword Casting Mountain, and the scenes of murder in the picture just now turned out to be all fighting with the great sword cultivator just now.

That sword casting mountain sword cultivation was extremely embarrassed, he almost died in the hands of Jing Qin Zhong several times, it was too terrifying, it turned out that Jing Qin Zhong was crazy and it was so terrifying, but ......

The most terrifying thing is that person.

At this time, Wang Fan, who was besieged by four other sword cultivators.

Jing Qin Zhong also felt extremely frightened, a sword wound! It turned out that this was a sword wound, which led to the deepest sadness of human nature, if it weren't for the sword cultivation of Sword Casting Mountain, he was afraid that he would never wake up in this life, the more people he killed, the deeper he fell, and one day, he would go crazy.

"Who is this person?" Jing Qinzhong was shocked.

The sword cultivators below the ground were already stunned, because they saw Wang Fan killing the Quartet, fighting the four old monsters alone, and everyone was stunned, and Wang Fan's previous sword wound made Jing Chengran's grandfather fall into the pinnacle, and he actually killed his own people.

He ...... Is he still a Spirit Condensing Realm cultivator?"

"Oh my God, is he the reincarnation of the Sword God? ”

It's too shocking, Wang Fan, he is destined to make the sword cultivators unforgettable.

Cold dreams are white and white, she is stunned, every time she sees Wang Fan, she will be shocked.

The fight was too tragic, Wang Fan spurted blood in a mouthful, but he laughed maniacally, stared at the old woman of the sword pill and killed, the old woman was terrified, she kept shifting, Wang Fan was simply too strange, like a prophet, which made her feel uncomfortable.

"Poof"

The old woman screamed, and Wang Fan cut off one of her arms.

"Ah, I'm going to kill you. The old woman opened her mouth, and a sword pill flew out, turning into a sword the size of her thumb.

Seeing the old woman going crazy, the other old monsters were also terrified, but they knew that the most powerful thing for the old woman was this sword pill, the sword she had cultivated all her life, ninety percent of it was in the cultivation of the sword pill, once the sword pill formed a real sword, the old woman's combat power was enough to increase dozens of times.

Interesting

Wang Fan did not retreat and counterattacked, he held the sword in both hands, and slashed it down as if it were a knife, the thumb-sized sword flew out, and then Wang Fan slashed again.

After a few times, the golden sword pill immediately wilted, and the old woman's eyes widened, and a mouthful of blood spurted out.

Wang Fan held the sword of breaking love and pointed at Jing Qin Zhongdao. "Today I will only kill him, those who have nothing to do with you, who have nothing to do with him, get out. ”

With a roll, the people below were simply shocked and a little numb, how powerful was he, and he actually let the old monster roll.

The other two old monsters hesitated, because they had no grievances with Wang Fan, they just came for the sword spirit, and now the sword spirit broke free of control and returned to Wang Fan's side, which was even more difficult to deal with.

"Hmph, the old man has been practicing for a hundred years, you little baby still don't know where it is, I see how long you can support it. ”

Jing Qin Zhong was ruthless, with a big hand, a series of rune imprints, as the void chain was released, five pitch-black snake heads appeared, the skulls were extremely ugly, and if you look closely, you will find some heads that look like human faces, which is terrifying.

Their bodies were as thick as buckets, and when all the bodies appeared, the snake had five heads, sharing a single body.

Third-order desolate beast, ghost-headed snake.