The voice when he left was still echoing in everyone's ears, and the old artist fell to his knees, supporting his body with his sword to prevent him from falling, but he saw Mo Lingfan being taken away by that person, entering the Lechuan River, and disappearing. The arrogant sword soul punched the ground, as if venting, but the emptiness of the body hit.

Behind him, a village name quietly approached another villager who was wheezing, only to hear a shout "Ah!"

"Ah, Ancestor, what are you going to do, spare me, don't!" The soul struggled desperately, pulling at the thin water filaments on its body with teeth and claws, but there was nothing it could do.

There was a palace under Lethe, supported by four pillars in the shape of giant swords, and on it was entrenched a black ancient dragon, its eyes glowing red, lifelike. There is a stone wall in the east of the main hall, and a man dancing a sword is depicted on it.

The shouting had stopped, and a young man with sword eyebrows stood in front of Mo Lingfan, very much like the figure on the river just now, but now it seemed to be a Blu-ray version.

The man who didn't move suddenly opened his eyes, and his pale eyes turned back to black, crystal clear, and he woke up to Mo Lingfan's amazement, because he was actually underwater, and he could see the water outside the temple flowing on the surface of the river, and he was really breathing.

"You, who are you?I, where am I?" Mo Lingfan was surprised by his situation, but when he saw the man standing in front of him, he immediately asked.

The man smiled and continued to look at him, looking at him with the same emotion as an archaeologist looking at a freshly unearthed artifact.

"What's your name?" the man asked rhetorically.

"Then you have to answer me first. He replied.

"Hmm, I like it. The man smiled, a look of appreciation.

"I know your name is Mo Lingfan, and what I'm curious about is your father's name. The man continued, but when he said this, Mo Lingfan suddenly became energetic, stared at him deadly, and asked, "Do you know my father?

The man looked mysterious and said, "You have to tell me your father's name before I can be sure that I know him." ”

When Mo Lingfan heard this, he was very excited, and blurted out: "My father's name is Mo Haoran. ”

The young man's expression was shocked, he became excited, and said to himself: "That's right, that's right, this surname is less, and it is impossible to have the same name." ”

He casually conjured up a sword made of water, threw it at Mo Lingfan, and said to him, "Come and swing a few moves for me to see." ”

Mo Lingfan was stunned for a moment, holding the sword, and there was a slight coolness coming from the sword, but he still hesitated: "Swing what?"

"You can wave whatever you want. ”

He clenched his sword, and remembered Grandpa Lian's Lianyun three falls, and danced as he spoke, chopping, scraping, chopping, chopping, each sword move exuded momentum like a little water, the sword blade was soft and tough, but it only hit one fall, slashed to the ground, and split a small crack, close!

The young man looked at this swordsmanship, carefully experienced the incomplete sword moves, his face began to hesitate and then suddenly, and finally he smiled and said: "Although there are differences, the trick to force is the strength of the sword edge gate." ”

"Do you want to know who I am?" the man looked at him with a small mito, and his expression made Mo Lingfan uncomfortable for a while, but he still nodded violently.

"I am your father's master!" the man stood and looked out of the hall, as if remembering the past.

"Then haven't you lived for thousands of years?" Mo Lingfan's question dragged him back from his memories, and he smiled bitterly: "Who told you that I am still alive." ”

"Then you, you, you are!" Mo Lingfan covered his small mouth and looked at the living person in front of him very terrifyingly, he had never been out of the mountain village, how could he know that such a real person would be a ghost!

"Alas. He sighed, "I don't know how long I've been dead, and my blood has turned into this Lethe River, nourishing part of my soul in my life, and it has become a new state that relies on the river and soul to generate now." ”

"Your blood can be turned into the Lethe River, so how powerful you are. At this time, Mo Lingfan showed a look of worship.

"That is, back then, I was able to open mountains and rivers with a single sword, subdue demons and eliminate demons, and my reputation shocked the rivers and lakes. "Why do people care about these false names when they are old, they shouldn't or shouldn't. After blowing, he covered his face again.

"You're so powerful, how can you still die!"

When asked this question, his face darkened, and he shouted again: "Tong Yan Wu Ji, Tong Yan Wu Ji." As he spoke, he slowly aged his originally young face, "It's still like this." He said.

"Okay, don't be sad, grandpa, I can accompany grandpa. The child touched the old man.

The old man suddenly said: "Come, Lingfan, it is also fate to meet you today, I was originally a part of the soul that has learned the ethereal swordsmanship, and today I will teach you the ethereal swordsmanship, do I want you to learn it within three days?"

"Why is it only three days?" Mo Lingfan felt that there was too little time, because Lian Yun Sanshen had only seen it once, and although he had a little bit of the doorway, he could only make a small crack. If you learn it in three days, you won't be able to exert its power.

"Because the ethereal sword is both good and evil, so am I, there were some reasons before I woke up, but it was only three days, so you have to appreciate it before I am infected again by the sword technique, and then leave. The old man explained calmly.

"Can I learn, will it become like that?"

Hearing this question, the old man suddenly became fanatical and said, "No, I just want you to learn it without being attacked by this sword, so that it can be proved that it is not the exercises that are evil, but the people who use them." ”

The old man's words reminded him of his father's words, "Fan'er, there are no good or bad exercises in the true sense of the word in this world, and those who really control good and evil are those who use the exercises." He fell into memory for a while, and said lightly: "My father also said the same thing to you. ”

"Don't worry, old man, I will definitely learn this ethereal sword. Mo Lingfan said firmly.

The old man was also surprised by the sudden resoluteness, but he quickly nodded and said, "Call me Grandpa Qin!"

"Ahh