Immortal Mountain stepped on the immortal ladder, the golden light flashed, and the sword intent rushed into the sky.

Feng Wuxian looked up at the Sword Pavilion on the top of the Ageless Mountain, his eyes full of guilt.

The Flying Immortal Sword Sect, which had been defended by generations of ancestors with their blood, was now in decline, and a cultivator who had broken through the Void Realm could allow himself to abandon the most outstanding disciples of the Sword Sect for the survival of the Sword Sect.

It's just a bare slap on the cheeks of the sword, but ......?

Lowering his head, Feng Wuxi's eyes flashed, swept over Lin Fan on the qi training platform, and suddenly shouted in his mouth: "Kick the immortal ladder open, Dabi begins!"

The sound was like cracking thunder, shocking people's hearts, so that the disciples who were distracted suddenly calmed down their eager hearts.

Countless disciples surged like a tide, stepping towards the golden light of the stepping immortal ladder.

Feng Wuxian was as pious as a pilgrimage, and respectfully saluted the Sword Pavilion on the top of Bulao Mountain, and his figure flashed and appeared on the high ladder.

Wu Qianshu stood on the Jindan platform, looking down at Lin Fan who was standing in the distance below him, his cold and ruthless face flashing a trace of disdain.

Now in his heart, Lin Fan is just an ant, and he can be crushed at will after the big competition, but before that, he wants everyone to know that he is the Tianjiao of the Sword Sect, and Lin Fan is just a waste who relies on his father's legacy.

At this time, Lin Fan did not move, but raised his head to look at Ji Wuwu, who was also staring at him.

His white fingers slid between his eyebrows, making Ji Wuwu's cheeks under the silver mask redden.

Looking at each other and smiling, the two turned around at the same time, and each stepped towards the immortal ladder, at this time, the immortal ladder in the eyes of the two was not a mountain road to test cultivation, but a smooth road to each other's hearts.

At the moment when Lin Fan stepped on the immortal ladder, his vision changed greatly.

The immortal ladder that can only be walked up side by side by two people has turned into a stone step that is thousands of feet wide, and the stone steps are ancient and vicissitudes, looking up, there is no end in sight.

Lin Fan had no traces of people around him, only a hundred steps away, and he could vaguely see a few monks who were struggling to move forward.

The stone steps under his feet are a little dim, uneven on them, and there are traces of wear and tear in many places, so that Lin Fan seems to be able to see the countless monks in the immortal ladder in the past, and their efforts to move forward have actually damaged this ancient immortal ladder, but unfortunately it is not seen in the past, and now the immortal ladder is like a lonely old man, and the edge is lost.

Lin Fan raised his footsteps and landed on the second stone step in one step, the stone step whispered, and a figure like himself appeared in Lin Fan's eyes.

His face was expressionless, and he raised his hand to Lin Fan is the "Eighteen Swords of Pure Wind" that was common in the Qi training stage.

The sword moves were mediocre and had no strength, after all, this was only an evaluation of a relative Qi cultivation disciple.

Lin Fan's white fingertips were a little bit, and he also tried the same sword move.

The two swords struck, the figure disappeared like a bubble, Lin Fan smiled, such an assessment can be completed in an instant.

As soon as he stepped onto the third stone step, the foam-like figure had not yet drawn his sword, and Lin Fan broke it with a sword.

He ran wildly under his feet, and stepped out of the treasure after a few breaths, and when Lin Fan stood on the hundred-step stone steps, his fingers were like swords, and a sword stabbed out.

The long sword in his hand like a shadow flashed like an electric explosion, and a terrible sword light suddenly appeared in Lin Fan's throat.

Lin Fan's face sneered, his arm moved slightly, and he suddenly accelerated, and smashed the phantom with one finger.

In the Sword Pavilion on the top of the Ageless Mountain, there was a golden long sword levitating.

At the moment when Lin Fan killed the phantom, the sword body trembled slightly, and let out a dissatisfied roar, and the tip of the sword flashed with a trace of brilliance, and fell into the immortal ladder outside the Sword Pavilion.

Stepping forward, Lin Fan suddenly flashed with a hundred sword lights in front of him, and Lin Fan wondered in his heart, could it be that the speed of the sword could not be assessed after a hundred steps.

The white fingers instantly broke through the flying sword light.

He was like a galloping horse, galloping all the way up, his fingers pointing out like flying flowers.

When he stepped on the nine hundred and ninety-eighth steps, his wild steps were unexpectedly paused, and the last stone step of the qi cultivation stage was in front of him, but there was a little more hesitation on his cheeks.

Every time he steps on a stone step, there will be one more long sword stabbed out of the conjured figure, and the last step is afraid that he will stab out nine hundred and ninety-nine swords, so the assessment is that he is now a little difficult, and it is difficult for others to do the same, at this time, he is cultivating to the late stage of foundation building, and he is almost a thousand swords in one breath, which is a little difficult, not to mention those disciples who are still cultivating in the stage of Qi cultivation.

This hint of hesitation made the last stone step in front of him let out a low sound of disdain, as if he was laughing at Lin Fan's incompetence.

Lin Fan's sword eyebrows twisted, and he stepped onto the ninety-ninety-ninth stone step.

His white fingers were focused, the breeze was blowing in front of him, and the annoying figure did not appear.

Lin Fan's face was solemn, could it be that this was the end.

As he pondered, a drop of bright red blood fell on the back of his white hand.

Lin Fan brushed his cheek with his hand, and there was a small scar on his handsome cheek.

At this time, the figure with the same face as him appeared, and the dull face was actually with a trace of disdain at this time.

"The realm of practicing qi, a breath out of the sword nearly a thousand, you can pass on a sword move "like the wind", I can be out of the sword once, whether I can learn, can only depend on your understanding, I Feixian Sword Sect has been established so far, you have to pass on this sword technique when practicing qi The four hundred and three people."

Lin Fan's words surprised Lin Fan, you must know that you are now at the peak of foundation building, so that you can achieve a thousand swords, could it be that the monk ten thousand years ago could actually do it when he was practicing qi cultivation, what kind of talent did it take.

The figure ignored Lin Fan's surprise, just flicked his fingertips, Lin Fan felt a breeze on his cheeks, and another scar appeared on his handsome cheeks.

This sword has no moves, but it contains the sword intent of the wind, although Lin Fan has also felt the sword intent of the wind, but he will never be able to be so silent.

"Eighteen swords of the breeze, one sword and one artistic conception, this is the first sword, the breeze kills!"

The figure's words sounded in Lin Fan's ears, which made Lin Fan realize in his heart.

If it is really as the figure said, this "Eighteen Swords of the Breeze" can kill immortals and demons.

The phantomous figure disappeared, and Lin Fan's eyes flashed.

It turned out that the real swordsmanship of the Flying Immortal Sword Sect was actually the "Eighteen Swords of the Breeze" that he disdained.

He sat cross-legged on the last stone step, replaying the "Wind Kill" just now in his mind.

If you want to comprehend this sword, you must understand what wind is.

The wind rises from nothingness, without a shadow and without a shape, it can blow the breeze on the face, it can whistle and crack the sky, it can be gentle like water, and it can be ferocious like a demon.

Gradually, Lin Fan's eyes closed and he fell into deep thought.

At this time, countless disciples of the Flying Immortal Sword Sect chanted Flying Immortals and ejected themselves out of the Immortal Ladder.

Some of them had gloomy faces, and some of them looked excited, although not all of them had gained, but after this experience, each of them had a calm breath and a resolute complexion, and they must have made a breakthrough in their cultivation in the coming days.

Wu Qianshu paced in the immortal ladder, and whenever a figure appeared in front of him, he would cut off its head with a sword.

Only in this way will there be some refreshment in his cold heart.

Each stone step of the Jindan realm will correspond to a floating sword pavilion.

Only if he wants to get it, he can use his divine sense to summon it, and once the Sword Pavilion agrees with him, he will automatically be branded with Wu Qianshu's divine sense.

It's a pity that he disdains it, when Lin Luochen was in the Jindan realm, he had stepped on the Yuanying stone steps, and was recognized by the Yuanying Sword Pavilion.

As for Lin Fan, Wu Qianshu turned his head to look down and saw Lin Fan resting on the stone steps at the peak of Qi Training.

The corners of his mouth twitched, this ant had better forgotten now, otherwise he would be belittling my Wu Qianshu.

Tianjiao and ants are incomparable!