The night was dull and hazy. Among the ancient mountains, there are piles of rocks and ancient trees.

Jiang Fan, who had descended the stone steps, fled all the way towards the dark ancient forest in the distance, feeling the three murderous auras that were chasing after him, Jiang Fan's heart was solemn and a little urgent.

The three of them pursued in unison, and no matter how best he tried to escape, the distance between them was slowly shrinking.

Jiang Fan knew that if he couldn't get rid of them in a short period of time, there would be more and more masters of the Xuanbing Sect who would come later.

Xuanbing Sect is known as the first sect in the Tang Dynasty, and I have to admit that there are many Taoist masters in his sect.

At this moment, Jiang Fan suddenly sensed that in the sky behind him, several exquisite sword qi came out, this kind of aura would no longer be the master of the Gathering Spirit Realm, it was very likely to be the Qi Transformation Realm!

Jiang Fan's heart was stunned, and he immediately became even more anxious, if it was only those three people chasing him, he would still have a chance to fight to the death, but if the powerhouse of the Qi Transformation Realm made a move, then he could only be ten dead.

Without stopping, Jiang Fanqiang suppressed the anxiety in his heart, and suddenly looked at the Thunder Falling Sword in his hand, and it was only now that he finally understood how extraordinary the origin of this sword was!

Being able to attract the Xuanbing Sect to send a Qi Transformation Realm powerhouse to hunt him down and kill a small cultivator in the middle of the Spirit Gathering Realm, one can imagine how important this Thunder Falling Sword is in the hearts of everyone in the Xuanbing Sect.

I think that when the mysterious old man in the pavilion gave him the sword, he had said the origin of the thunderous sword, but at that time, his attention was all on the sword, and he never completely took the old man's words to heart.

Jiang Fan suddenly had some doubts in his heart, since the old man knew that this was the treasure of the Xuanbing Sect, why did he take it out of the Xuanbing Sect? Wasn't he afraid of being retaliated by the Xuanbing Sect?

Moreover, he knew that the Thunder Falling Sword had a great relationship with the Xuanbing Sect, so why did he give him this sword? Could it be that the old man couldn't calculate in this matter?

The more Jiang Fan thought about it, the more he felt that he had fallen for the old man's plan!

It's a pity that regretting it now is useless, these people have already thought that he got the Thunder Sword, how can they listen to any explanation from him?

Suddenly, a huge ancient tree not far in front of Jiang Fan was instantly split apart by a sword light that shot from the distant sky behind him.

The young man was shocked, but his speed did not stop, and when his figure shuttled through the forest, out of the corner of his eye, he had already found that in the sky, an old man in a white robe was flying in the sky with his eyes like lightning, and his sword was flying in the air, and his hands and two fingers were facing his direction, and his sword aura was like a vast flood wave, which was soul-stirring.

Sure enough, the momentum is like a rainbow, the sword qi is like frost, and the cold is cold.

After the young man secretly praised the white-robed old man's majestic momentum in his heart, he didn't dare to be distracted in the slightest.

"Junior, I order you to stop immediately and hand over the holy sword, otherwise, the three-zhang sword qi in the hand of this seat will pierce your heart next time, and let you die and die. ”

Haohao's old voice, coming from all directions, immediately came into Jiang Fan's ears and echoed in his heart.

The young man was so sure that he would not really stop and run away, but at this moment, the sword was already in his hand, and these people were arrogant, how could they listen to his explanation? If he really stopped, then life and death would be at his disposal, and there would be no way out.

Thinking of this, Jiang Fan's speed was faster, but his feet were windy, no matter how fast he was, how could he be faster than the old man in the blank robe that day?

Jiang Fan naturally knew this, so he kept crossing those deep ancient forests while running, wanting to rely on the cover of these ancient trees and leaves, so as to escape the pursuit of the old man in the blank robe that day.

It's just that in this way, he still can't escape the pursuit of the three people behind him.

Seeing that Nei Tiangang's qi was insufficient, Jiang Fan's heart became more and more anxious.

In the sky, the white-robed old man couldn't help frowning when he saw the young man disappearing into the deep forest, and his eyes were even colder.

"Hmph, the likes of ants are delusional to rely on this deep forest environment to avoid our pursuit?

The old man smiled coldly, and after speaking, he saw that his feet were standing on the sword, floating in the air, and then, he made a seal with both hands, accompanied by the imprint, and the Dao Dao white light sword qi turned into thousands of shadows, and instantly shot into the ground ancient forest.

For a while, the ancient forest exploded, the sword qi swept away, slashing all the living beings around, and they fell into silence one after another, and in just one breath, the ground ancient forest was completely emptied by the white light sword qi for dozens of miles.

In the blink of an eye, Jiang Fan's figure was completely exposed to the sight of the white-robed old man.

The young man was shocked by the sword qi around him, and for a while, his heart was boiling, his soul swayed, and he was injured on top of injury.

I just saw that the corners of his mouth were red, and the blue jade pupils of his eyes appeared again.

Jiang Fan's heart was horrified, if it weren't for Qingyu Pupil who anticipated the enemy's opportunity and saw through the direction of the sword qi raid, so that he could dodge one step earlier, the consequences would be unimaginable.

At this moment, the white clothes on his body have long been incomplete, and his overall image looks extremely embarrassed.

This is still a small matter, if Fang Cai was really pierced by that sword qi, where would he still have his life?

Out of the corner of his eye, Jiang Fan saw the white-robed old man in the sky again, at this moment, the man's gaze was extremely cold, looking at him indifferently and said, "Where else can you escape?"

A long sword, as cold as frost, plunged straight into the ground not far in front of Jiang Fan, really blocking his way.

Killing people, leaving no hands behind, that's it.

The young man was in deep despair, knowing that he could no longer escape, and he couldn't help but secretly say in his heart: This time, I may really die here!

I think this is the second time he has been in danger since he stepped into cultivation.

At this time, the three murderous auras also came as promised, descending not far behind Jiang Fan, completely trapping him, making Jiang Fan's last hope of escaping shattered.

Those three people were naturally the three disciples of the Xuanbing Sect who were on the high platform before, conducting the entrance test.

"The disciple has seen the elders!"

The three of them bowed respectfully to the white-robed old man who was blocking the young man's way.

Looking at the old man, he just raised his head lightly, counting it as a response, and immediately, he refocused his gaze on Jiang Fan.

"Thousands of years ago, the holy sword of this sect fell and was stolen inexplicably, and it was missing, countless masters of our sect, after searching the entire Tang Dynasty, still did not get any news, and did not come to fruition, but today, it appeared in the hands of your generation!"

"Looking at your age, I don't think you will be the one who stole the sword, if you can tell the truth about how you got the sword, this seat guarantees and spares your life!"

The old man's gaze was so cold and indifferent that it made people's hearts palpitate, and a feeling of contempt for heaven and earth slowly rose from Jiang Fan's heart.

After hearing this, Jiang Fan, who had already been desperate, couldn't help but see the dawn, but he hesitated for a moment, but he still sighed helplessly!

The old man gave him a sword, so that the sword saved his life in a crisis, and in any case it was kind to him, how could he be ungrateful and confess to him?