Long Fan trekked through mountains and rivers, day and night, and finally came to the entrance of Suolong Valley in the middle of the night.

The moonlight is hazy, the night breeze is bleak, the shadows of the trees are swaying, Long Fan squinted his eyes, squatted in the barren smoke and vines, looked at the top of the stone archway not far away, "lock the dragon valley" three big characters, and couldn't help but sigh with emotion: "Alas...... I went around and around, and finally came back here! ”

On both sides of the stone archway, there is a row of guards on night duty. One by one, dressed in black, with swords in hand, they were in good spirits, and they stood straight like benchmarks, looking ahead with blazing eyes.

In order to avoid these guards, Long Fan went around into the valley from a sheep's intestine path next to him. This remote path is all too familiar to Long Fan. Because, sixteen years ago, he often sneaked out from here to meet Su Nuoyao privately.

After Long Fan entered the Lock Dragon Valley, he shuttled through the bluestone avenue in the middle of the valley like a lightning speed. At this time, he seemed to have returned to the old days, as energetic and passionate as a young man in his twenties.

Long Fan walked unhindered through the main road, and then came to a row of houses. He walked along the blue-brick path in front of the house, and finally stopped at the door of a room with a plaque hanging from the library. Long Fan glanced around vigilantly, and after making sure that there was no one nearby, he walked towards a window. He came to the window, gently pulled the door open, and jumped in.

Long Fan entered the house and took out the fire fold prepared in advance from his arms. He pulled the lid and blew lightly, and a small blue flame burst out of the fire.

Like a mischievous fire spirit, the little flame danced in the darkness and lit up the surroundings. Long Fan took advantage of the faint light of the flame to walk to the desk where the candlestick was placed, picked up a candlestick on it, and then lit the candle on it.

The flickering candle flame instantly illuminated half of the room. Rows of mahogany bookshelves loomed in front of Long Fan's eyes.

The corners of Long Fan's mouth twitched, and a smug look appeared on his face. He picked up the candlestick, excitedly walked to the first row of bookshelves, then put the candlestick on the candlestick beside him, and began to rummage through the layers of crowded scrolls for the history of the Dragon Soul Sword.

He picked up a scroll casually, opened it and read it briefly, and after finding that the content in it had nothing to do with the Dragon Soul Sword, he directly raised his hand and threw it behind him. Then, he picked up the next scroll next to him, and found that the contents of it still had nothing to do with the Dragon Soul Sword, and the fate of this scroll was the same as the previous one......

After a while, a shelf of books was all left behind by Long Fan. In a few moments, there were scattered scrolls all over the place.

After looking for the first row of bookshelves, Long Fan walked to the second row of bookshelves again, and continued to rummage.

When he pulled out the first scroll, he froze. He looked straight at the three black words "Dragon Soul Sword" on the cover of the scroll, and his face showed joy.

He excitedly turned the first page of the scroll, only to see that it was written: Pangu opened the sky, created the flood and desolate universe, incarnated the Kyushu continent, the heavens and stars operated with this as the center, Pangu Yuan Shen turned into three clears, and the essence and blood derived twelve ancestral witches, partially transformed into six reincarnations, and determined the foundation of the underworld and hell. Since then, the chaotic world has been shattered, and the desolate world has begun to begin. With the development step by step, countless legends have been derived.

Since the fall of Pangu, great powers have emerged, vicissitudes of life, and the stars have changed, and with the increase of various races in the desolate world, the desolate world has no longer been peaceful.

The demon clan, led by the Heavenly Demon Saint Monarch, began to kill. The leader of the dragon clan, the dragon soul, in order to stabilize Kyushu, cast the "Dragon Soul Sword" to kill the demons.

The Dragon Soul Sword is forged by a thousand-year-old Xuantie, which absorbs the essence of the sun and the moon in the chaos, and its divine power is amazing. It can break mountains and rivers, make clouds and rain, and summon the sun and the moon. The one who controls this sword can turn the world into chess, and the stars as a child, turning the tide.

If you want to control this divine power in the dark iron, you need to inject the sword spirit control. Feng Ning, the wife of the dragon soul, is willing to sacrifice herself to the sword with flesh and blood, and be the spirit of the sword to help her lover complete the will of demon subjugation.

The magic weapon was cast, and from then on, the dragon soul was handy in subduing demons, and it was a matter of course all the way, and soon the demon clan was eliminated and the Kyushu continent was stabilized......

When Long Fan saw this, his heart suddenly opened. He took the scroll in his arms, blew out the candles on the menorah, and returned to the window.

Long Fan pushed open the window door, jumped out, and jumped out of the window. At this moment, several sharp swords were stabbed in the face. He reacted immediately, leaned back, and dodged.

He glanced around and saw that there were ten of them. Then, with great speed, he drew the sword he had slung to his back.

Under the moonlight, Long Fan's eyebrows were like distant mountains, his thin lips were slightly pursed, and his deep eyes exuded a desolate and murderous meaning.

With a pair of tens, he was unstoppable, and his body instantly jumped into the air, and the sword in his hand stabbed straight into the throat of one of the killers, and the man was killed on the spot. Then, he flipped upside down in the air, and the blade of the sword fell vertically, stabbing the killer's Tianling Gai behind him, and suddenly this person's brain splattered, and with a "snap", he fell straight down. Then, he landed on the ground and slashed his legs, and the sword in his hand stabbed inertly into the middle of the lower abdomen of the oncoming man, and in an instant the man's intestines pierced through the stomach and fell in a pool of blood.

Long Fan spun his legs and got up, bouncing up, avoiding the sword that stabbed straight in. At the moment when he hit the ground by inertia, he stabbed another killer in the heart. Then, he spun on the spot, and the remaining six people instantly broke their tracheas and all fell to the ground.

Long Fan stood in the middle of the corpses, calmly inserted the sword in his hand back into the scabbard on his back, and the battle ended perfectly. At this moment, there was the sound of strong, uniform footsteps behind him, the sound getting closer and closer, and finally stopped. Then, Wu Xiao's gloomy voice came: "Second Senior Brother, don't come unharmed?" ”

When Long Fan heard the sound, he immediately sank his face and froze in place. He lowered his eyelashes and squinted behind him, only to see Wu Xiao and a group of disciples standing at the bottom of the steps of the Library Pavilion.

At this time, he didn't want to fight, because if he fought again, he was not sure that he would win, and the purpose of his trip was not to fight against Wu Xiao to the death, so he didn't take care of Wu Xiao, but directly took off into the air and flew into the distance. At the moment when he jumped up, the scroll in his arms fell.

The disciples behind Wu Xiao saw Long Fan flying away, and they were immediately ready to move. At this time, Wu Xiao's eyes lit up, and when he found the scroll that Long Fan had dropped on the ground, he raised his arm and said to the disciples behind him: "Slow! Suddenly, the crowd stopped commotion.

Wu Xiao slowly walked to the scroll and bent down to pick it up. He stared at the three big words "Dragon Soul Sword" on the cover, and muttered to himself: "It seems that what the Seventh Senior Sister said is true, and Long Chen really got the Ancient Divine Sword......"