Lin Qingfan did not rush forward, but stood in place, looking around.

Suddenly, he found that this was actually a stone room for sword practice, and on the wall, there were seven stone swords, red, orange, yellow, green, blue, and purple, corresponding to the seven colors of the rainbow.

The seven stone swords seem to be inserted on the stone wall at random, which makes people feel nothing, but if you look closely, you will find that they seem to follow a certain pattern.

Lin Qingfan stood in the distance and observed, his eyes staring at the seven stone swords, and after a long time, his head began to feel a little dizzy.

"Not good!"

Lin Qingfan's heart tightened, and he quickly bit the tip of his tongue, and the severe pain pulled him back from his abnormal state.

His face was slightly pale, and in the face of the seven stone swords, there was an inexplicable throbbing in his heart!

"It's the law of the Great Dao, these stone swords are actually holy weapons!"

Lin Qingfan was horrified in his heart, at that moment just now, he could feel that among the seven stone swords, there was a fluctuation of the Great Dao Law.

"These are the seven holy swords!" Lin Qingfan muttered to himself.

Suddenly, his eyes flashed, and his heart shook again, because he found that this was actually a complete set of weapons.

If you take out one of the seven stone swords, it is a holy soldier, and seven is also seven holy soldiers, but if the seven holy swords are launched together, the power will skyrocket, far more than seven times.

Moreover, judging from the trajectory of these stone swords inserted into the stone wall, it looks like some kind of formation, to be exact, a kind of sword formation.

Lin Qingfan had seen this before.

There is a sword peak in Qingcheng Mountain, the disciples of this peak specialize in swordsmanship, several people together, can form a small sword formation, hundreds of people together, can form a large sword formation.

The sword array changes in a myriad of ways, and the power is also determined by the number of people in the formation and the cultivation of the disciples in the array, anyway, it is increasing geometrically, which is very terrifying.

Sensing this, how could Lin Qingfan's heart remain calm, in this era of serious lack of holy weapons, if he mastered a holy soldier, it was equivalent to an extra life talisman.

Of course, the premise is that you can urge it, just like Lin Qingfan has a quasi-emperor weapon, which is more powerful than a holy weapon I don't know how many times the magic weapon.

However, just because you can't push it doesn't mean you don't have it.

Therefore, Bing Yanding is a chicken rib for the current Lin Qingfan, and it is tasteless to eat, and it is a pity to abandon it.

The strength that gathered tens of thousands of people last time finally urged it, but in the end, it almost killed him.

However, the seven holy swords in front of him were different, this was an ordinary holy weapon, and with his current cultivation, he should still be able to reluctantly urge it. Unlike Bing Yanding, he ran out of mana, and he could only exert a little power.

For these seven holy swords, Lin Qingfan is bound to get them, but next, how will he collect them?

The sword intent that remains here alone is enough to kill the Dragon Transformation Cultivator, if so, these stone swords are really mad, then they will not be shattered into thousands of pieces, and they will be killed in an instant?

The thought flashed, Lin Qingfan was a little nervous, it would be a pity if he died here.

He didn't know much about holy weapons, but he suddenly thought of them.

So, with a flip of his palm, Bing Yanding appeared in the palm of his hand, and then, Lin Qingfan separated a wisp of divine thought and communicated with Xiaogui and Xiaohu.

"Master, these are ordinary holy soldiers, and there is no machine spirit born in them, but it is a little difficult to subdue them. Xiaohu said.

As Xiaohu's words fell, Xiao Gui hurriedly continued: "It's not impossible, we just need to use Bingyan Ding to bring them in, we can suppress them, and then, the master will slowly subdue them." ”

Hearing what the little turtle said, Lin Qingfan was overjoyed, and hurriedly asked, "Is this really possible?"

"Yes, Bing Yanding is the world for us, as long as you come in, you have to listen to us for everything. Xiaohu said very majestically.

"But if we run in too hard, we'll be fine!" added the little turtle honestly.

"Smack!"

Xiaohu kicked the little turtle away with a very unhappy kick, and said with a slightly angry face: "You, is there still an emperor alive in this world?"

The little turtle rolled on the ground a few times, then got up, looked aggrieved, and then shook his head.

"That's not it, as long as the emperor doesn't run in, then whoever comes in, it's the dragon who is coiled for me, and the tiger has to lie on my stomach. "The little tiger's head is raised high, and he looks invincible in the world.

Seeing this, Lin Qingfan nodded.

When he was in Qingcheng Mountain that day, Lin Qingfan asked the two little guys why they couldn't control Bingyan Ding to attack.

The answer given was that the old master had not given them that ability.

At that time, Lin Qingfan may not have had time to understand, but now, he should have vaguely guessed something, Bingyan Ancestor, the reason why he didn't let the machine spirit fully master Bingyan Ding was because he was afraid that they would help the new master, you know, with a quasi-emperor weapon, it can almost be said that he is invincible in the world.

If such a magic weapon falls into the hands of a bad person, it will be worse than ruining the soul, and even if it falls into the hands of a good person, it may make him lazy and unwilling to cultivate.

As a result, the abilities of the two machine spirits were greatly restricted.

"Thanks, I know what to do next, oh yes, those four guys, watch well, don't let them die!"

After explaining, Lin Qingfan cut off his divine thoughts, returned to reality, and then, his hands changed, and he made a handprint!

Bingyan Ding flew out, the volley became a little bigger, and the mouth of the Ding was aimed at the seven holy swords.

"Close!"

Lin Qingfan's handprint changed again, and then, a strong suction force appeared, directly enveloping the seven holy swords.

"Buzz ......"

The holy sword trembled, desperately resisting.

Suddenly, Lin Qingfan also felt a strong resistance, and the mana in his body was also rapidly consumed.

The two sides are at a stalemate!

Lin Qingfan had never encountered this situation before, and those princes and princesses were directly sucked in without resistance.

And now......

"If this continues, my mana will definitely not be able to support it!" Lin Qingfan frowned.

Suddenly, his gaze stayed on the stone wall, and an idea quickly appeared, without doing anything, with a wave of his palm, the divine cone appeared, turning into a ghostly light and flying out.

"Boom!"

The stone wall was broken open at once, and the seven holy swords, which also lost their support, flew out at once, and were included in the Ice Flame Ding.

The seven holy swords were collected, and the seven sword lights that were slashing vertically and horizontally in the stone chamber also disappeared, annihilating in the void, and the endless killing intent became empty.

Seeing this, Lin Qingfan breathed a long sigh of relief, swallowed a pill to restore mana, and then walked through this stone room.

The next moment, he entered a land of flames, a sea of fire blocked in front of him, and the temperature was terrifying.