The sword-shaped man danced more and more intensely, the dark blue afterimage was even more formal, and his movements were also psychedelic, and his figure appeared from time to time, as if he was jumping in space, and the speed was surprisingly fast, which made people unguardable.

Such a change is not even easy for Mo Lingfan's eyes to catch, but he still insists, even if it has been completely disconnected from the sword-shaped body, judging the two of them, the sword-shaped movements and body shape He will have to be more than ten seconds late to draw out, and the comparison is not so standardized, but he just didn't give up, gritting his teeth continued, and the peculiar body shape also had huge pressure, such as the soreness of the arms and the pain of torn soles, which was still very challenging for a child who read poetry and books since childhood.

A man asked him to read and study, and when he grew up, he taught and educated people, saying that he could not walk the rivers and lakes without knowledge, and instilled the belief that there was no end to learning, but what about him? He liked swords and martial arts since he was a child, and he was a swordsman who fought the sword world. "The desire, so he can't give up. Gritting his teeth and glaring, "I must not give up!"

The sword-shaped figure movement is really tricky, I don't know how many times I have done this kind of action on tiptoe, and the sword swing is also not light, it has become a hand-shaking action, the sword-shaped foot shakes the sword and turns around, Mo Lingfan sweats profusely imitates, the numbness of the toe headache, falls to the ground, can't stand up, just sits on the ground crookedly, continues to follow the sword, the legs are dragged on the ground, making a difficult rustling sound.

The old man swallowed his saliva, and he was also observing a few round beads of sweat dripping, contrary to the previous appearance of the cloud and light wind, and time passed little by little, at this time, Mo Lingfan moved on the ground like a dead man, and the sword in his hand could not be lifted for a long time, dragging it on the ground, making a piercing friction sound.

"Hold on, hold on a little longer!" the old man let out a roar from his soul, and his face was still the same anxious expression.

Finally, the sword shape stepped forward to collect the sword, breathed and exhaled, his eyes were shining, staring at Mo Lingfan, the old man was also staring, the sword shape stopped, Mo Lingfan naturally needless to say, he had already been half paralyzed on the ground, but he did not forget to look in the direction of the sword shape, vigilant to the sword shape.

At this time, the sword-shaped dark blue afterimage came out of thin air, and the blue-purple afterimage slowly fell, falling like snowflakes, falling to the ground, a faint ghostly word, the word wind was cold, and the cold was through the bones, this was the ethereal artistic conception of the void! A unique ghost was all displayed.

Mo Lingfan was not stupid, he quickly sat cross-legged, closed his eyes and felt the ghost word on the ground, the sense of loss and chill revealed on the word, so that he had a kind of relief from the soreness, and he worked harder to understand, and what he didn't see was that the sword shape was walking towards him step by step.

In front of him in the aisle, he stretched out two fingers and stabbed directly into Mo Lingfan's forehead, and exclaimed, at that moment Mo Lingfan experienced death, he felt the cold and loss he was feeling in the last second, and the next second was the loneliness and fear after the forehead collapsed, as if he was floating in the void, wandering like a lonely soul, I don't know how long it took, he saw a young man with blue hair.

The young man grabbed an ethereal spirit beast, and then he slowly opened his mouth, and took a bite of the little beast, blue-purple blood flowed out of his mouth, he slowly turned around and smiled at Mo Lingfan, his teeth were dyed purple, and the smile was extremely evil.

"Ahh

After waking up, he tried to find the old man, only to find that the old man was sitting on the wall of the empty position, and in that empty place, there was originally a painting of a person dancing with a sword, which was the shape of a missing sword.

"The soul of the ownerless, it has been dead for nearly a thousand years, and the people who practice are old, but in the blink of an eye, they are also three generations, and they are lonely and empty in the past, so they practice sword and penance every day, and there is you. As he spoke, he gently stroked the wall with his hand, but when he saw that the wall was empty, his eyes dimmed, and he sighed, "The soul of the sword is cultivated for ten thousand years, and it becomes a good sword in a hundred years, and it is true in a thousand years." Nonsensical, for no reason, that is, you have to play with the sword. ”

Mo Lingfan on the side also heard the reason for the old man's melancholy, the sword shape is the companion of the old man's thousands of years of cultivation, and now he has become a helper to help him learn the sword, and it may be gone, so he is so sentimental.

Mo Lingfan walked beside the old man, sat down and comforted the old man, "It's okay, Master, the spirit law will often come back to see you and bring you delicious food." ”

The child's words interrupted the old man's imagination, and he smiled, "You don't need to come back to see me, you only need to complete one task, and the master will be very happy." Without waiting for Mo Lingfan to ask about any tasks, the old man continued: "That is, you must be a person with a heroic and righteous spirit, is that okay?"

"Okay, Master, I promise you. Mo Lingfan nodded seriously. The old man smiled, laughing very kindly, happy like an old clever ghost, he said, "Okay, I'll send you back now!" The old man slapped Mo Lingfan with a broken palm.

He said: "The master has been dead for thousands of years, I escaped that catastrophe by relying on ethereal swordsmanship such as the void, and I have been lonely for thousands of years, I created you unintentionally, originally so that a person can accompany me, a lonely soul, and now I find that your role will be more than that, you have to remember, the soul-devouring thing, must be kept, I am incompetent, I can only rely on you." As he spoke, two lines of tears were drawn out of the corners of his eyes.

"If you owe them, I will pay a little for the master. After speaking, the old man took out a ball of red light, "Blood Seal Soul!" He sealed the red light in the body of Mo Lingfan, and a faint red mark appeared in the center of his forehead, and then disappeared, and then he himself turned into a ball of blue light, burrowing into Mo Lingfan's body, the blue light was torn apart in his body, turning into a small gossamer-like energy, traveling through his body, his body slowly grew at a speed visible to the naked eye, and his bones became more tenacious, and he was absorbing spiritual power from the outside world.

The early morning rain and dew wet the heels of the farmers, and it is said that the village had been haunted by the river god a few days ago, and the river bank burst its banks, and the sun god was angry. But on the sunny and mild earth, the pedestrians who came and went and a pair of people greeted their relatives, no, no, no, it was the team that greeted the child a few days ago, and one of the sisters-in-law jumped and jumped, and the two ponytails were also swayed, and there was no persecution at all. "Isn't it a rumor that is wrong" At this time, there were four young disciples standing on the side of the road, dressed uniformly, with sword eyes and eyebrows, all carrying a sword next to them, and a man asked the other leader.

The information that the master said will not be wrong, there is indeed something strange here, and we are in the advanced village. Then investigate slowly.

The group of people who picked up relatives were Tang Lao Artist and Baiyang, Brother Yang, Tang Lao Artist's face was much ruddy, but he could also see a little haggard, and Tang Xiaolan was desperately urging everyone to hurry up in front of her, "I said that Xiaolan is in such a hurry, she is in a hurry to get married." Baiyang smiled.

Brother Yang said with a serious face, "The child is still young, don't talk about these useless things." Then he smiled strangely: "To be honest, you can set a baby kiss for the child first." ”

Donald didn't speak, but looked around the river, looking for Mo Lingfan's figure, secretly worried that the guy would break his word. He had tried to think of several possibilities, but what he was most afraid of was that the end of the spirit would be imprisoned as a carrier for storing blood seal souls, so it would be troublesome.

Tang Xiaolan ignored the two idiots and ran to the river in a hurry.

The group passed by the previous four, Donald was shocked, the four people were also stunned, both sides had their own thoughts, and the man led by walked quickly, "This person is profound, and the master is estimated to be not far behind." The old man was just amazed why the people from the Sword Edge Gate had come here so quickly.

"Grandpa Tang!" came a shout from the lake. Everyone was concentrating, and a young man stood by the lake and waved his hand to this side, and everyone frowned, "Who is this?"

At the time of their difference, the four of them had already walked a distance, and the leader asked, "Is there an elder surnamed Tang in the Jianyuan Sect?"