The wind on the river rose, and the surrounding flowers and trees quickly turned dark red, as if dyed with paint, and the most terrible thing was that the Lechuan River began to roll and surge, obviously it was the river, but it was like the sea crashing on the shore.

"There is no water in the Lethe River, turning blood into spirit, thinking about love as food, sadness as drinking, and knowing the soul through the heart, which is called the blood seal soul. Baixia was obviously frightened and muttered to herself, she shouted, "Old leader, be careful!"

But before she finished speaking, a column of water had already swept in, she hurriedly urged the magic circle that had been arranged in the water before, only to see the water formation flash, a column of water out of the block, the river water sprinkled into the sky, the rain and fog in the sky, the impact was still shocking, she retreated and fell to the ground, and her body was all wet with water, and the soaked red clothes were tightly attached to her body, highlighting her figure to the extreme perfection and full of temptation.

The soul knows the mind, and it strikes first against those who know it. However, all this happened unexpectedly, and the villagers who had just failed to escape were also soaking wet and crawling in the trenches, trying to escape from this place of right and wrong.

The old artist turned around and wanted to attack Lingfan, but he turned the sword and swung it at him, and a column of water met him, collided with him, wrapped him in it, and quickly slapped the sword horizontally, scattering the water column. But his body was also completely wet.

At this time, countless columns of water grew up from the river and rushed towards the villagers, and he jumped and stepped on his sword to scatter the water columns everywhere to rescue the villagers.

He swordsmans everywhere, and Lingfan stood in the air, waving a column of water and constantly attacking the villagers, "It's not a way to go on like this, you have to subdue him first." He thought with a headache.

At this time, Ling Fan seemed to be completely possessed, and his originally closed eyes opened, but those eyes were gray and empty, and they looked at each other, and his gray eyes lit up for a moment, as if mockery or disdain.

Baixia, who was relieved on the ground, hurriedly said to him: "This soul has just been formed, and there is no spiritual power supply, so you can only rely on the water of the Lechuan River..."

Before the words were finished, the earth trembled, the water of the Lechuan River seemed to be boiling, surging even more crazy, his hole cards were revealed, he was angry, the whole clear river was flooded with a faint red light, countless water columns came out, the red light flashed, and rushed towards her in a blink of an eye.

She choked on what she was about to say just now, and quickly urged the magic circle in the trench, but the magic circle in the trench had lost contact, and she vaguely saw a playful smile on the corner of his mouth. She subconsciously put her hands in front of her.

"Bang!" shattered the earth, a huge sword blocked in front of her, and the old artist spurted out a mouthful of blood, using his body against the rickety giant sword.

"Grandpa. Tang Xiaolan, who was watching the battle from the sidelines, exclaimed and cried.

He steadied himself and shouted, "Run!" for everyone.

The pressure of the violent water column did not disappear, the white light in Ling Fan's eyes became brighter, he pushed forward with both hands, making an ethereal sound, the water column squeezed violently on the sword and shield, becoming bigger and thicker, the giant sword was pushed out together with the old artist who resisted, and the sword and shield slammed into Baixia's body behind her, and she snorted.

The two of them were pushed a few meters before stopping, and the giant sword turned back into its original normal long sword and stuck it on the ground, and the two of them also hit the ground, and a large mouthful of blood gushed out of her mouth. The old artist also clutched his chest in pain, he turned over with difficulty and looked at the person and granddaughter who were running away, and shouted heartbreakingly: "Run!"

Tang Xiaolan was stunned, looked at him and shouted Grandpa!

Lingfan was still surrounded by the water column, he didn't move at all during the whole process, just turned around and controlled the water column, he still looked down at the people on the ground expressionlessly, a pair of pale and empty eyes scanned the audience, he finally glanced at the old artist who was gasping on the ground, and waved his hand and threw it over with the water column.

With a bang, both of them were hit, and they flew backwards, unable to stand up.

Ling Fan glanced at it with contempt, and looked sideways at the villagers who were fleeing beside him, and the water columns surged up one after another, surrounding the villagers one by one.

They were trapped in the water column, unable to breathe, holding their necks with their hands, desperately struggling. The face is painful, it is despair and sadness, the desire for life, the strong are respected, and the weak have no life. Such an iron man is too unfair, an ordinary villager, kind and simple. Came here to save people.

They have seen with their own eyes the people they want to save play with them, no matter what happens in between, their innocence and despair no one can understand, no one knows who they are thinking about at the last second, except for the blood-marked soul.

He looked at everything playfully with empty eyes, tilted his head at their pain, carefully observed their movements, and the person they missed, and he enjoyed it.

The villagers' hands slowly loosened, and they gave up their lives step by step, they probably won't want to live in this world again, the world is unkind, and they joke about life and death.

"Huh?" Ling Fan hesitated for a moment, and a beam of golden light flashed through, extremely fast, shattering one by one water columns, and the water columns were scattered on the ground, and the villagers were greedy to breathe the air, and they had to think about living if they were wronged. Helplessness is the main tone of the world.

The old artist stood in front of him, covered in golden light, even his original hair turned golden, his temperament changed sharply, and his eyebrows and eyes were heroic, where he stood, like a sharp sword, sharp and unstoppable.

"It's grandpa's sword soul!" Tang Xiaolan, who had been crying, saw hope again.

The golden sword that had just flown out flew back into his hand, and it was only then that he saw the original ordinary long sword and put it on the scabbard. The strange thing is that the sword with the scabbard is even more dangerous, the golden sword qi surrounds the scabbard, and a sense of majesty looms on the sword body.

The possession of the sword soul is a high degree of tacit understanding between the sword soul and the sword master, which requires extremely great trust to complete, and it is the highest state of the unity of man and sword, and the unity of the sword soul.

At this time, the old artist is one with the sword soul, although I don't know what the sword soul looks like, but the change from the old artist The sword soul should be a sacred and noble sword soul type.

At this time, his eyes also showed disdain and arrogance, he took back the sword and slashed lightly, a burst of sword qi spread outward, the scraped flowers and plants swayed, and the clothes of Lingfan in the air were also scraped off a corner. It's terrifying...

After being provoked, the whole Lechuan River boiled again, whirling whirlpools in the river, rolling up waterspouts, and the wind was so strong that even the sky darkened.

Ling Fan suddenly stretched out his hand, and the Lechuan River suddenly quieted down again, all the blood-red in the river converged, and a blood-red sword gathered in his hand, he actually wanted to compete with him!

Columns of water bent in front of him, forming a road in the sky of the day, he held the sword, put the sword side behind him, and walked towards the old artist step by step....