The grand sword intent entered Jiang Fan's mind, and it was a thousand years in an instant.

He was stunned for a moment, and then suddenly changed the way he moved his sword.

In just two seconds, nine sword marks were redrawn.

The first form of Fuxi's swordsmanship, Long Xing, suddenly changed its taste.

The sword mark carried purple thunder to meet the icy vortex, which expanded rapidly during the flight, and faintly there seemed to be a dragon's roar, and the moment before it collided with the ice vortex, the dragon went out to sea!

That's one, purple Thunder Dragon!

It flew out of the nine sword marks and roared towards the center of the icy vortex.

The two touched, and the white light flooded the heavens and the earth.

There was no sound, and the air trembled slightly.

A few seconds later, Jiang Fan's gaze recovered, and he saw that a brilliant ice flower bloomed!

Its flower stems are slightly curved, covered with ice thorns, ten meters thick and 100 meters high.

Its flowers resemble angry chrysanthemums, unbridled and wanton, with a 45-degree oblique angle to the sky.

A little bit of cold light reflected on the ice flowers, and the source eyes that emitted blue light on the low mountain illuminated them crystal clear and beautiful.

Jiang Fan flew towards the sky above the ice flower, and saw the seventh-order source beast with a fierce face that died in the ice flower, with a terrifying blood hole in the center of his eyebrows, flashing with purple thunder.

Although its image is still vivid, its body has long been scorched and blackened, and it is completely dead.

Seventh-Order Source Beast, dead!

Jiang Fan took a deep breath and put away his sword.

Relying on the sword intent comprehended at the moment of emergency, he slashed this seventh-order source beast that might be tens of thousands of years old.

Now, it's time to take a closer look at the blue Source Eye.

The blue source eye was about twenty meters in diameter, and the light emitted was not dazzling, but it could spread widely, and the extremely cold aura leaked out of it, making Jiang Fan feel a chill in his hands and feet.

He suddenly thought that the seventh-order source beast was still at the peak of the seventh-order after being seriously injured, so could it be the eighth-order in the ancient period?

Could this Source Eye be the seventh-order Source Beast?

"Could it be that this is the Eighth Order Source Eye?!" Jiang Fan was slightly startled, and his eyes became hot.

Eighth-Order Source Eye!

The major divine kingdoms have never obtained it, because the eighth-order source beast is difficult to be killed instantly, and will self-destruct the source eye before death.

And now, in front of Jiang Fan, he may be the only eighth-order source eye on the earth!

"The demigod-level source eye already has some charm of divine power, if it can be taken back to the warriors of Kyushu who have mastered the power of ice to comprehend, there may be a big breakthrough!"

Jiang Fan had already made up his mind in his heart.

"But I can't go out yet, and that sword mark is also very important!"

Jiang Fan turned around, held the Xuanyuan Sword, and shaved off all the black clods around the sword marks, and after that, he flew away from the low mountain, watched from a distance, and took in the sword marks in his eyes.

That familiar feeling struck again, vicissitudes of life, majestic and domineering.

This sword mark is definitely related to the Xuanyuan Sword!

Jiang Fan adjusted his breathing, hung cross-legged in the air, put the Xuanyuan Sword in front of him, and entered the cultivation state.

He wants to realize the sword mark.

"The sword, the holy product of the ancients, is supreme and noble, and the gods and gods are worshipped. It is the ancestor of short soldiers, the weapon of close combat, and with profound Taoist art, it has entered the legend of Xuan. In fact, because of its lightness, wear, and swiftness, the princes and emperors of the past dynasties, the scribes and knights, and the merchants and the common people are all proud of their perseverance. ”

"The sword of Kyushu began with the Yellow Emperor Xuanyuan, and the history contains: Emperor Xuanyuan picked the bronze sword of the first mountain, and inscribed it with astronomical ancient characters."

"Xuanyuan Sword is the ancestor of Kyushu short soldiers, slaying demons and destroying demons, and guarding Huaxia!"

Jiang Fan silently recited the content of the "Sword Sutra" passed down by the First Emperor Yingzheng, stared at the Xuanyuan Sword, and slowly fell into a trance.

The surrounding scenery is blurred, leaving only the low hills.

Then, the low mountain also began to blur, and the sword marks became clearer.

Heaven and earth suddenly became quiet to the extreme, and Jiang Fan's eyes were in a trance, as if he saw a tall back.

He was all too familiar with that back, it was the person he had seen when he used the Xuanyuan Sword!

The figure did not look back, but walked with his hands in his hands, and suddenly, he paused, raised his head, and looked up at the sky.

In the atmosphere, a fireball fell from the sky and smashed straight into the land of Kyushu.

Above Kyushu, all the people and beasts are afraid.

The line of sight switched, and it was to the top of Kunlun in the distance.

The gods retreated, undisturbed.

Then the figure raised his right hand.

The brilliance was condensed, and the Xuanyuan sword was condensed in his hand.

The next moment, the sword slashed out diagonally.

Although it is thousands of miles away, a fireball can explode in the air in an instant!

A sword light that spanned the heavens and the earth was fleeting!

The wreckage of the fireball changes direction and crashes into the far north.

The figure withdrew his hand and continued to walk with his hands in his hands, strolling leisurely and inspecting the mountains and rivers.

......

From the outside world, Jiang Fan's eyes at this time were empty, as if he had entered a state of epiphany.

He muttered unconsciously, as if reciting some incantation.

The Lingqi in this space formed a stream of air, converging towards Jiang Fan.

The Xuanyuan Sword has also undergone subtle changes, the ancient imprints are a little more and clearer, although it is still impossible to distinguish specifically, but the characteristics of the Xuanyuan Sword have become more and more obvious!

According to legend, the body of the Xuanyuan sword is engraved with the sun, moon and stars on one side, and the mountains, rivers and plants on the other; On the hilt of the sword, the art of farming and animal husbandry is written, and the policy of unification of the four seas is written on the other.

At this time, these images have a more precise outline.

Time is slowly flowing, and before you know it, months have passed.

December 31, 1152 AD.

"New Year's Eve!"

As fireworks burst into the night sky, the Anthropological Era was declared to be the year 1153.

In the capital, the red lights are displayed, and the people on the street are playing, which is peaceful.

Senate.

"Commander, eat some." In the warm room, the prime minister walked in with a bowl of longevity noodles, placed it on the table of the commander-in-chief, and said warmly.

The chief took the chopsticks and put them on the bowl, but instead of eating, he looked at the fireworks outside the window and asked, "As of today, he has been missing for three months, right?" ”

"You mean Jiang Fan?" The prime minister said, "Commander-in-chief, it's not that you don't know him, before that, he also sacrificed once in Kunlun Mountain, and it took a long time to come out, and he entered the gate of hell, and it took half a year to come out. ”

The Commander nodded slightly: "Has the cold air cloud in the north dissipated?" ”

"Not yet, but it stopped going south, and it has been frozen, before Hua Lao Yang entered it to explore, and he flew for two days and did not reach the end, it should be a different space, but the two elders said that the cold air cloud itself could not threaten the seventh-order emperor-level powerhouse."

The Commander-in-Chief pondered for a moment, then said, "What happened to the Global Defense Plan?" ”

"The first batch of space-based satellites will be launched into the sky immediately, and then they can carry out space-based weapon experiments, and the deadline they give is the 23rd day of the lunar month, the day of the new year." The prime minister said truthfully.

"Hmm." The leader picked up the chopsticks and ate the noodles.

The prime minister smiled and said, "Commander-in-chief, your family is waiting for you, New Year's Eve together?" ”

"Okay." The Commander-in-Chief agreed.

The two walked out of the house together.

Outside, the elders and family members of the Senate gathered together to greet and laugh at each other.