Chapter 43, Fragments of the Broken Sword

"Roar!"

The greedy eyes of the Purple Winged Dragon Eagle stared at Lin Fan, roaring at Lin Fan, or blowing towards Lin Fan like a hurricane, like countless blades, cutting through Lin Fan's clothes, cutting Lin Fan's cheeks, and breaking through the blood marks.

"Poof!" Lin Fan spurted out a mouthful of blood again, facing the third-order demon beast comparable to the peak of the Ning Dan Realm, the muscles on Lin Fan's face twitched slightly, and he suddenly spread out his hands, and the eighteen needles of Tianshu that were spinning around him had just been unsealed at this time, forming a rotation in front of Lin Fan's body, forming a circle, sometimes expanding, sometimes contracting.

"Tianshu Eighteen Needles!" Lin Fan shouted, his eyes faintly showing a look of madness, and his outstretched hands pushed towards the Purple Winged Dragon Eagle.

"Whoosh!" With this push, the rotating Tianshu needle suddenly stopped, and each Tianshu needle emitted a dazzling silver light, as if it had turned into eighteen streamers, and pierced the purple winged dragon eagle in the sky, and the air continued to writhe wherever it passed.

However, when the eighteen needles of Tianshu were less than ten meters away from the purple winged dragon eagle, a scorching purple flame suddenly emanated from the body of the purple winged dragon eagle that was stirring its wings, and gradually condensed on the wings, and turned into a purple fireball at the end.

The eighteen streamers that the Tianshu needles turned into instantly hit together with the purple fireballs, and after only a moment of confrontation with each other, the purple fireballs exploded out of thin air, turning into a rain of fire, scattering in all directions, and instantly shaking the eighteen Tianshu needles away.

A mouthful of blood suddenly gushed out from the corner of Lin Fan's mouth, who was urging the Eighteen-Heavenly Pivot Needle, and suddenly, Lin Fan felt that his body was shocked, and he fell backwards and fell to the ground.

"Ding, ding......" One by one, the Tianshu needles fell in front of Lin Fan, and the aura on them was completely gone, and they once again turned into the original kind of ancient bronze needles covered with rust.

The purple winged dragon eagle flashed its purple wings, like dragon claws, and its feet covered with dragon scales slowly landed, and the hot cyclone, with the flashing of giant wings, loomed around its body, looking up to the sky and roaring, full of wild beasts' crazy eyes staring at Lin Fan, such food must not be let go, step by step towards Lin Fan,

Seeing this, Lin Fan unconsciously crawled on the ground and slowly retreated.

"Roar!" The Purple Winged Dragon Eagle opened its huge mouth, stomped on the ground with both feet, and rushed towards Lin Fan frantically, as if an evil dragon suddenly saw food.

"Purple Winged Dragon Eagle, damn it, when did this demon beast come here!"

The soul elder in the distance had just left for a while, but he didn't expect that this place would attract such a third-order peak demon beast, seeing that the purple winged dragon eagle came to Lin Fan's body in an instant, opening the corners of his mouth that were even much bigger than Lin Fan's, showing his teeth for the second time, and suddenly his hands quickly sealed.

"No, I definitely can't die, I still have a lot of things to do!" Lin Fan looked at the purple winged dragon eagle that swooped down weakly, and kept shouting in his heart, faintly revealing a touch of scarlet color from the depths of his dark eyes, and he actually held a fragment in his hand at some point, as if he had suddenly woken up, like a black hole, endlessly devouring the vitality in Lin Fan's body, and little by little a slight blur gradually emanated from this iron piece.

Lin Fan, who was holding the piece of iron, seemed to be holding an incomparably sharp divine sword at this time, and seemed to have the illusion that a wave of his hand was enough to cut off everything.

The Purple Winged Dragon Eagle was getting closer and closer to Lin Fan, and even the rancid smell exuding from the corners of his mouth was clearly audible, and at this time, in the depths of Lin Fan's pupils, a little blood red suddenly lit up.

"Enchantment, seal!" In the distance, the soul elder suddenly shouted as he finished the last seal, and his low and vicissitudes of life echoed throughout the Fire Poison Valley for a long time.

"Ah......h

"Roar!"

The low voice, like the last time the Purple Winged Dragon Eagle was wailing, suddenly its body was entangled by countless dark gray filaments, and it couldn't move for half a minute, but the purple eyes that were originally full of madness reflected countless faintly illusory blood-colored qi swords, getting closer and closer, instantly penetrating the huge body of the Purple Wing Dragon Eagle, endlessly.

"Bang!"

In the distance, the illusory body of the soul old man suddenly shook, and there was a muffled sound in his body, turning into layers of air waves and slowly swinging away, and the mountains and rocks dozens of zhang high that were piled up around the soul old man suddenly shattered one after another.

"Sword intent, there is still such a powerful sword intent in the world!" "A touch of madness appeared on the soul elder's face, and he muttered secretly

As the last bit of Yuan Force poured into the rusty iron piece in his hand, the scarlet in the depths of Lin Fan's dark eyes slowly dissipated, his mind suddenly went blank, and the whole person fell weakly and fell to the ground.

In the bottom of the Fire Poison Valley, the Purple Winged Dragon Eagle frozen there still maintained a frightened look, the dark gray color on its body was like a filament composed of runes and shattered, and a breeze with a fiery breath swept across the Purple Wing Dragon Eagle, like fine dust, slowly dissipating, leaving no trace.

The illusory figure of the old soul appeared in front of Lin Fan for a long time, looking at this young man with a touch of toughness on his face, still clutching the rusty piece of iron in his hand.

"I didn't expect this little trial to turn out like this, but this kid actually picked up this thing, which can be regarded as a blessing in disguise!"

The soul elder sighed helplessly, and then with a wave of his hand, a hurricane wrapped the young man and this illusory figure and slowly disappeared here.

In the stone cave, Lin Fan, who fell into a coma, slept for three days and three nights, and finally at noon on the third day, Lin Fan suddenly woke up, as if looking at all this in front of him sluggishly.

This sleep seems to have experienced an incomparably long time, in addition to the dream of my sister, father, grandfather, Song Yu, and the mother of the year, but in addition to these, there is a picture that seems to be incomparably old, full of killing, these pictures are like a movie that has been accelerated, one by one, the pictures are fleeting, it seems to be true, and some seem to be fake.

"Why am I here!I shouldn't be ......"

Saying that, Lin Fan's body suddenly trembled, and he hurriedly checked his body carefully, it turned out to be intact, without a single scar, and said with a wry smile helplessly, it seems that it was the soul elder who gave him some kind of pill, otherwise it would be impossible for him to recover so quickly,

Lin Fan, who just wanted to stand up, suddenly felt sore, almost fell, and writhed helplessly, sure enough, he was indeed too seriously injured at that time, especially the mysterious iron piece, which almost exhausted all the yuan power in his body.

"By the way, what about that piece of iron!" Lin Fan patted his head, and suddenly remembered that he was clutching the piece of iron before he fell asleep, although he picked it up casually when he was in a hurry, but the feeling of holding it in his hand was like holding a real sword, and with a wave of his hand, the world and the earth were scattered.

"Boy, you're awake, you've been really busy with my old man these days!" the illusory figure of the old soul suddenly appeared on the stone bench in the stone cave, half-lying there, slightly lazy

"You also said that I was left there alone, it was in the midst of fire and poison, and all kinds of demon beasts in it almost didn't eat me, so your old man might as well run away by himself!" Lin Fan said with a slight reproach

"Uh......" Soul Elder said with embarrassment, "Didn't I go to find you the materials for refining weapons!"

I saw that the soul elder summoned casually, and actually held a huge black iron sword with a whole body out of thin air, and said casually: "The heavy rhyme sword made of purple flame cloud iron has a net weight of three thousand five hundred catties!"

With a bang, it was thrown in front of Lin Fan, deeply embedded in the ground.

"Chongyun Sword, Sword!" Lin Fan hurriedly asked, "What about the fragment I was holding in my hand when I was asleep!"

"Oh, I don't think that fragment seems to be useful, so it's embedded in this heavy rhyme sword!" said the soul elder lightly

"What! That's a baby, why don't you ask me, dead old man, just melt that one for me!" Lin Fan almost had a feeling of wanting to cry without tears, recalling the feeling of holding the iron piece at that time, it was like a dream, it could exude such power, it was definitely a treasure, and it melted if he wanted to melt it in the soul elder.

"Don't worry, your iron piece is just sealed in this heavy rhyme sword by me, not smelted into it, and besides, it can exude such a powerful sword intent, you think you can melt it if you want to!" The soul elder shook his head helplessly and said, "In the future, this heavy rhyme sword will be your saber!"

Hearing this, Lin Fan knew that the iron piece of the road was only embedded in this heavy rhyme sword, and he was relieved.

Some helplessly picked up the huge heavy rhyme sword, three thousand five hundred catties, with two-thirds of Lin Fan's height, Rao is very difficult to pick up, other people's swords are either full of aura, or with a glow, this soul old man actually gave himself such a black iron sword, Lin Fan, who held the heavy sword tightly, touched the blade with one hand, made of the heaviest purple flame iron in the world, and even far heavier than the pure iron crystal, the material of the Xuanjing heavy armor on his body, it seems that this heavy rhyme sword faintly gives people a simple feeling。

"Soul Elder, the name of this heavy rhyme sword is quite bluffing, but I am not a sword cultivator, is it just to exert its gravity effect by holding it!" Lin Fan asked with some curiosity, and at this time, he had already put the heavy rhyme sword on the ground, although there was no sword blade, but it was deeply embedded in the stone ground, although he practiced his own physique, the power of one punch could reach more than five thousand catties, but after all, it was his strongest punch, and such a weight of three thousand five hundred catties, even if Lin Fan always held it, he couldn't bear it!

"From today onwards, you will be a sword cultivator, but I will not teach you any sword cultivation techniques until you are proficient in using this sword!" "The soul elder's voice did not have the slightest tone of discussion, and said: "From today onwards, you have to carry this heavy rhyme sword on your back at all times, and you can't take it without my permission!"