The cliff has a thousand blades, like a sharp sword piercing the sky.

In the center of the sword ruins, the dead air was rolling, and a young man covered in dark red blood stains looked up at the sky.

He was barefoot on the ground, with only a piece of torn linen wrapped around his waist, his strong body covered with dense scars, and a finger-long bone spear that bit on one of his earlobes and swayed in the wind.

The bowl width of the sword in his hand was diagonally across his shoulders.

A handsome face was cold and ruthless, and a murderous aura as scarlet as smoke rose three feet above his head.

Lin Fan, after three days of sleepless hard fighting, finally slaughtered the demon beasts in the entire sword ruins.

When he came to the foot of the Sword Peak that he had seen in the long river of time, he felt a trace of tragedy in his heart.

Jian Feng is still there, but his edge is lost.

Thousands of years of loneliness have made this only remaining sword peak like an old man.

There is nothing immortal in the world, no matter how tall and magnificent this sword peak was in the past, it can't stop the ruthless years of the world.

Poking the big sword heavily on the ground, Lin Fan's sharp eyes looked at his open hands.

The white hands are not stained with any dust, only a thin cocoon on the tiger's mouth.

The moment he was defeated in the hands of Long Wu, he finally sobered up in his past self-satisfaction, it turned out that he was still a weak ant, and the spear left by Long Wu was hanging on his original earlobe like a black tripod, leaving Lin Fan with nothing to do.

With his cultivation that had already built the foundation and the body of the Gundam in the late stage of foundation building, he slaughtered all the demon beasts in the Sword Ruins with blood, and quieted his furious heart.

When he came to the bottom of the central sword peak and looked at the sword peak like a dying old man, he realized in his heart.

He will remove his glamorous appearance, and he will be no different from ordinary mortals, he will be equally complacent, he will be angry, and he will be defeated by others.

To put it bluntly, he is simply mortal.

Just as Lin Fan realized himself, the pitch-black dead qi hundreds of zhang away suddenly parted to both sides, revealing a stone platform that had been cut in two by a sword.

A red-haired figure with a hair-covered face sat on it.

A pair of eyes hidden under the red hair, flashing with a dark golden light.

Chatter, a few strange laughs came out of his mouth, and a somewhat hoarse voice rang out.

"Lin Fan, you're finally here, hehe, you really made me wait for a long time, let you fall today, and reunite with your father underground!"

The voice was as sharp as a ghost's laughter, and there was a hint of joy in his tone.

Lin Fan suddenly woke up in his realization, he looked up, and felt that a dark golden light shot into his eyes in front of him, and his heart trembled suddenly.

There seemed to be a monster like a mountain in front of him, it was covered in red hair, and only a pair of dark golden pupils flashed between heaven and earth.

The feeling that was once so familiar came to me.

This reminded Lin Fan of the golden pupils he saw in the long river of time, and the blood that he blew off at the tip of the "Cutting the Moon" sword.

It must be that drop of blood, otherwise the demon beast in front of him that can spit out human eyes has a breath that is never so familiar.

Lin Fan's cheeks were a little pale after three days of bloody fighting, but they were more excited.

Stretching out his white palm, Lin Fan put a "Yuan Magnetic Breaking Heaven" sword across his chest, and said with a little excitement: "The cause and effect left back then, now you should understand, I can severely damage your body, and now there are so many demon beasts that are afraid of your blood mutation?"

The pupils under the red hair cover flickered, and this person was Wu Qianshu.

He had been waiting for Lin Fan's arrival, wanting to kill him in the sword ruins, but when he heard Lin Fan's tone, he was a little confused in his heart, could it be that the blood beads he got had nothing to do with Lin Fan.

However, he didn't care, the golden blood in his chest emitted endless killing intent towards Lin Fan, making Wu Qianshu's eyes suddenly glow fiercely.

With a wave of his finger, a cloud of Yin Hong's smoke shot towards Lin Fan at intervals of hundreds of zhang.

The smoke was ethereal, and there were countless faces of the undead struggling and howling in it, and an incomparably evil aura appeared in the ruins of the sword.

It seemed to be a slow smoke, but it was actually a few points faster than the sword qi, and a coercion of the Jindan realm suddenly erupted in the smoke and mist-like airflow.

"Ahh

An earth-shattering roar sounded in the smoke, and the smoke that appeared in front of Lin Fan turned into a figure.

This person's eyes widened with anger, two lines of blood and tears flowed from the corners of his eyes, and a scarlet blood sword in his hand slashed towards Lin Fan's neck like lightning.

Lin Fan was still surprised by the cultivation of the demon beast Gundam Jindan, but when he saw the figure turned into smoke, his pupils suddenly contracted.

This person's face was extremely familiar to him, and it was Wu Qiansen, the son of Wu Changkong.

Looking at its image, I am afraid that it will die tragically at the hands of the demon beast, and even the soul will be detained.

Feeling a sword that was even more terrifying than the dragon dance, Lin Fan's spine stretched like a dragon, and his bones exploded.

The big sword in his hand was like an iron rope across the river, standing in front of his chest, and he shouted loudly in his mouth: "Yuan Magnetic Breaking the Sky "Ten times the gravity".

Boom, a pitch-black light from the sword body emitted out, enveloping Wu Qiansen, who had been transformed into smoke.

On the body of the "Yuan Magnetic Breaking Heaven" sword, the waves of qi that surged wildly set off countless ripples like waves in the space dozens of zhang in front of Lin Fan.

A red sword light, a sword slashed the ripples of dozens of zhang, and Wu Qiansen, who was added by the Yuan magnetic gravity, was not affected by it.

The scarlet sword light flickered, and his hideous and distorted face let out a terrible howl: "Die, I want you to die!"

In the blink of an eye, hundreds of scarlet sword lights slashed fiercely at Lin Fan's "Yuan Magnetic Breaking Heaven" sword.

"Zheng Zheng"

The sound of sword strikes sounded like a torrential rain of sand, and a cloud of smoke and dust rose high.

Blood dripped from the corners of Lin Fan's mouth, and his body was smashed into the hard bluestone ground like a sword.

Wu Qianshu, who was sitting hundreds of thousands of feet, lightly hooked his fingers and withdrew the smoke into his body.

The palms full of red hairs yearn for a push.

Under the sword peak, a violent wind suddenly blew up, and a few breaths swept away the smoke and dust in the sky.

A hint of abuse flashed in his dark golden pupils, and Lin Fan, who was hundreds of feet away, had blood dripping from his mouth at this time, and he fell waist-high and sank into the ground.

The arms holding up the great sword trembled uncontrollably, and his pale cheeks turned red.

"Haha"

Wu Qianshu let out a wild laugh and kept pointing at Lin Fan with one finger.

His already heartless chest was filled with a very pleasant refreshment.

I thought that I could only be suppressed by him in my life, looking at his back, but now seeing Lin Fan under his blow, like a toddler baby, a satisfying pleasure made him addicted.

Lin Fan was in the sea of qi at this time, and a phoenix roared in his eyes, and a true yuan like nectar filled his entire body.

The injuries in his body recovered quickly, and after a few breaths, Lin Fan stomped under his feet and jumped out of his body.

He waved his giant sword lightly, twisted his stiff neck a few times, and his eyes exploded with a sky-high battle intent.

What about Jindan, my generation of monks is very life and death

Thinking about the hardships he had had along the way, Lin Fan's fighting spirit became furious.

Wu Qianshu, shaking his smooth red hair, said evilly: "Actually, letting a person die is not the most painful thing, but letting him wait for death slowly in despair, so that his Dao heart collapses, people are like living corpses, you say this is a very creative method."

After speaking, he raised his eyes and looked at Jian Feng, which was surrounded by countless spatial rifts.

The towering sword peak, wrapped in dead qi and spatial rifts, was like a large tomb.

"If you can survive in the spatial rift, you will have a chance to spend the rest of your life in it!"

The round tip of the sword in Lin Fan's hand pointed at Wu Qianshu, but unfortunately the red-haired Wu Qianshu was not recognized by Lin Fan.

Otherwise, Lin Fan would definitely take out the sword order of Feng Wuxian and kill him with one sword.

At this time, Lin Fan just wanted to use the demon in front of him to hone himself, and the road was full of murderous opportunities, how could there be a smooth road.

Lin Fan's qi turned in the sea of Taiji, and a silver dragon scale emerged.

The silver narrow pupils are full of domineering contempt for heaven and earth.

Wu Qianshu, who was still obscene, was stunned, but immediately laughed wildly.

"It turns out that you are really a half-demon, a mongrel, a mongrel who has no one to teach you!".

Boom, the air around Lin Fan was violent, a monstrous wave rolled, a pair of silver pupils turned blood-red, his eyes stared at Wu Qianshu, and a trace of angry madness flashed in his eyes.

In the sea of knowledge, the sword grasses that soared into the sky exuded extremely sharp sword intent.

On the body-like stone pillars, golden runes were scattered, condensing a white-clothed figure of Shengxue in Lin Fan's divine sense.

His face was handsome and cold-blooded, and in the palm of his pale hand, he held this blood-dripping sword.

He raised his sword lightly, blowing the blood off its body, and a cold light flashed in his eyes.

The sword stabbed out.

The big sword in Lin Fan's hand merged with the figure in his divine sense, and the clumsy big sword was elegant and agile.

When Lin Fan stabbed out with a sword, the sky collapsed, and the sword peak shook slightly.

The sword cultivator who was still remaining in the sword ruins, the long sword in his hand roared, his heart trembled, and his face changed greatly.

It's like seeing a peerless swordsman unsheath his sword.

Even the other monks were also terrified, as if an incomparably sharp sword aura slashed across their chests.

Wu Qianshu's eyes were dull at this time, the golden blood beads in his chest were beating wildly, and endless fear was emanating from the blood beads.

In his eyes, Lin Fan stabbed a big sword, but an immortal like a sword immortal.

Under the shroud of this immortal sword intent, Wu Qianshu's red hair stood upside down, and his dark golden eyes revealed the horror of the collapse of heaven and earth.

He could feel that he would die in the next breath.

What kind of monster is Lin Fan, who has mastered such a sword intent that dominates the world.

He lifted his red-haired palm and slammed it into his chest with all his might.

The golden blood beads in his chest emitted a wisp of golden blood mist, which was spewed out by Wu Qianshu.

It seemed that he was not at ease with a mouthful of blood mist, and he struck hard again, and the blood beads of blood mist were scattered here, the color was dull and almost broken.

Two mouthfuls of blood mist gushed out, Wu Qianshu's face was hideous, his eyes were full of resentment, and a palm full of sharp claws was fiercely inserted into the sea of qi, and he actually dug out the golden pill that had just been condensed.

Jin Dan came out of his body, and instantly fused with the blood mist floating in front of Wu Qianshu, and he roared in a hoarse voice, ""Taishang forgets love" and "kills love".

A trace of the last humanity of the human race merged into the blood mist that dissolved the golden pill like gray smoke, turning into a red-haired demon beast like Wu Qianshu touching.

Its face was as cold as the way of heaven, and its arm turned into a sword, like a streamer of light slashing towards the big sword stabbed out of Lin Fan's hand.

"Days"

It shouted, and the dead qi in the sword ruins flew back, dodging for hundreds of miles, and the streamer-like arm slammed into Lin Fan's sword tip.

"Boom"

There was a thunderous explosion, a wave of air flew up, and one of its arms burst into a blood mist.

Lin Fanfei's big sword stabbed slightly.

"Earth"

It shouted again, its tone cold, ignoring its blood-mist-shattering arm, raising its other arm and slashing down.

A roar rang out, and the blood mist flew up.

The big sword in Lin Fan's hand was stunned.

"Ben is ruthless"

The three words spit out of its mouth, as if heaven and earth were the truth, as if everything in the world should be like this.

The immortal sword intent on Lin Fan's great sword actually began to disintegrate, and the sword light that burst out was like a quagmire.

Looking at the red-haired demon beast that resisted the sword intent with his chest, Lin Fan poured the true yuan of his whole body into the sword body, and shouted disdainfully: "Heaven and earth are ruthless but immortal, if people are affectionate, heaven and earth will be destroyed!"

Lin Fan came into the world like a mad god, and the sword in his hand was radiant.

A sword light that illuminated the entire sword peak flashed, leaving only an immortal sword intent to remain.

The red-haired monster disappeared with the wind, like a handful of dust, sprinkled in all directions.

In the entire sword ruins, thousands of miles of dead qi dissipated in the immortal sword intent, and the bright sunlight shone all over the entire sword ruins.

The sword peak, which had been erected for thousands of years, let out a low sword roar, and slowly collapsed in Lin Fan's sad eyes.

After the dust and smoke passed, only a hundred-foot high mound was left, and countless white bones were buried.

Respectfully saluting the tomb, Lin Fan walked towards Feixian City in the bright sunshine.

When his back disappeared, a faint puff of smoke rose from a crack in the stone.

After a few breaths, he turned into a pale Wu Qianshu.

His breath was chaotic, and his cultivation actually fell into the world, and he said to himself with resentment: "Lin Fan, I will kill you in my lifetime!"