When the full moon rose into the sky, the noisy Flying Immortal City fell silent.

Countless monks stepped out of their stone houses and sat high on the rooftops with a wide view.

The flickering cold sword came out of its sheath, and the white palms slid gently on the sword, like a lover's touch.

Sword cultivation, sword in front and back.

It can be seen how important a sharp sword is to sword cultivation.

Lin Fan was also sitting on a high roof, and the pitch-black brilliance flowing around the two-meter-long "Yuan Magnetic Breaking Heaven" sword under the moon.

Nine faint stone beads bulged out of the hilt where they were grasped.

Looking at the monk who kept wiping the sword body in his eyes, Lin Fan felt a little more enlightenment in his heart.

The path of cultivation is ruthless, and how many people will be able to return here alive after tomorrow.

At this time, a wind sounded in his ears, and Ji Wuwu's delicate figure appeared beside Lin Fan.

She sat down slowly, with a hint of tenderness in her innocent eyes.

The calloused palms were a little clumsy to hang a small storage bag on Lin Fan's waist.

In the moonlight, the silver mask on her face shimmered with a few rays of starlight, and her eyes were as soft as water.

Only the fair-skinned slender hand trembled slightly, and it took her a long time to hang up a small bag for Lin Fan.

The head is covered with waterfall-like green silk to cover the low-hanging mantis.

In the night wind, the two faced each other silently, only the clothes flying in the wind danced lightly in the air.

was speechless all night, and when the sky was slightly white, Ji Wuwu said softly: "Why don't you go with me?"

Lin Fan's eyes moved slightly, and he also said softly: "I don't want you to see me kill!"

A calloused palm pulled out the long sword tied to his back, and a snow-white sword light came into Lin Fan's eyes.

Ji Wuwu's clear eyes were suddenly full of gloomy murderous aura.

She looked up at the sky, chuckled and said, "I can kill all your opponents for you!"

Lin Fan's fingers trembled slightly, he drew his sword and stood up, and his body rushed out of Flying Immortal City like lightning.

A gentle voice sounded in Ji Wuwu's ears: "When I set foot on the top of the Immortal Mountain, I will abandon the sword and draw my eyebrows for my senior sister!"

Ji Wuwu looked at the figure in the distance, his eyes were slightly red, and he shouted loudly: "Senior brother is ambitious, don't forget today's promise!"

At the moment of dawn, the first sun appeared.

Countless sword lights flew like a rain of stars, and in a few breaths, the people of Flying Immortal City went to the empty building.

Dozens of sword cultivators who could not fly with their swords were like Lin Fan, their bodies jumping, galloping across the vast land.

The body was like a fierce horse galloping, and the earth retreated sharply behind him.

Lin Fan stepped across dozens of zhang, and the smoke rose under his feet, and every step he took would step the earth out of a huge pit.

Although his cultivation has only reached the point of refinement, his physical body has entered the foundation building.

Although he can't fly, he can't run on the ground, but he can't slow down Edgeworth.

The high-speed running made his blood boil, and his high-speed jumping body left long gas marks in the air.

With the super system "Xiao" and "Yuan Magnetic World", Lin Fan does not value the so-called inheritance and treasures in the Sword Ruins.

He was now in dire need of the True Yuan of the Foundation Realm to improve his skills.

He didn't want Ji Wuwu to see that after he transformed, he looked like a demon.

I don't know why, he was afraid to let Ji Wuwu know his demonic face.

With the heavy sword on his shoulder, his body was like a meteor, and he galloped for several hours in a row, and the boiling qi and blood had just subsided, as if the body had just completed the warm-up.

The eyes are full of desolate land, and rolling hills slowly appear.

Lin Fan stopped his fast-moving body and looked into the distance.

Dozens of miles away, countless mountain peaks fell to the ground, and a strong dead air shrouded the peaks.

Countless terrible demon roars faintly came, giving Lin Fan an extra warning in his heart.

Instinctively, Lin Fan felt that it was full of infinite killing power.

At this time, Xiao Ding on Lin Fan's earlobe let out a low cry of sadness, as if he couldn't stop crying.

Dividing a wisp of divine consciousness and comforting Xiao Ding, Lin Fan took a big step forward and walked forward step by step.

Hundreds of sword lights also fell in the sky above Lin Fan, and a team of sword cultivators cautiously approached the peaks.

In his divine sense, Lin Fan kept communicating with "Doudou", and he soon learned that the peaks in front of him were only the periphery of the Sword Ruins.

At that time, the Zhutian Sword Sect, as the most powerful sword sect in the Sunset Continent, had millions of disciples, except for the central sword peak, there were eighty slightly smaller sword peaks and the central sword peak in a radius of thousands of miles to form a Zhutian Sword Array to protect the sword faction.

The sword peak in front of Lin Fan was only the outermost layer.

At this time, although the sky was close to noon and the sun was like fire, there was a cloudy wind and gusts of wind and frost.

Coming to the place outside that was shrouded in death qi, through the endless death qi, Lin Fan raised his eyes.

A thousand-foot-high sword peak broke several sections and scattered across the earth.

The mountain peak was surrounded by endless white bones, and broken formation runes flashed among the bones.

A shattered sword struck diagonally into the endless corpses.

Looking at the endless white bones, Lin Fan's pupils shrank suddenly.

Among the white bones, he saw dozens of corpses with hideous bones that were several feet tall and hideous.

Shura!

Although Lin Fan was prepared, he also gasped.

Only a few dozen Shura clans let this thousand-zhang sword peak collapse, and tens of thousands of sword cultivators were corpses, which shows how tragic and tragic this place was back then.

All the sword cultivators who came here bowed to the white bones of the mountain at this time, and their cheeks were full of respect.

At this time, a voice sounded in Lin Fan's ears.

"As soon as you enter the sword ruins, there is no same door, there is only chance and life and death, take care!"

Lin Fan raised his eyes and saw Feng Chuyun smiling at him from afar.

Lin Fan clenched the big sword and stepped into the sword ruins.

"Giggles"

A strange smile appeared in Lin Fan's ears, and a pair of turquoise pupils appeared under the endless white bones.

In the distance, there was a voice of flowers like smoke and coquettishness: "There are countless prohibitions in the sword ruins, you can't fly with your sword, the mutant demon beasts hidden under the white bones are infinitely powerful, you can't be beaten, you can quickly kick the sword peak!"

At this time, Xiao Changfeng also shouted: "Although the sword peak has fallen, the sword intent still exists, and the demon beast must not approach!"

Lin Fan felt a burst of gratitude in his heart, thinking that these people had been here for many years, and these words were clearly said to him.

Hundreds of foundation-building sword cultivators, long swords unsheathed, agile footsteps, bypassing broken formations everywhere, rushing towards the sword peak several miles away.

"Boom"

The white bones flew up, and hundreds of scarlet figures burst out from the pile of white bones.

In the sunlight, a human head stood prominently on top of the red-haired body.

Inch-long sharp teeth puffed out at the corners of the mucus-filled mouth, and the turquoise pupils were full of fierce cruelty.

The body of a zhang away was like a giant ape, and the palm covered with sharp claws was stretched and contracted, and the air was pinched and exploded.

The sword light flashed at the moment when the demon beast came.

The sharp blade slammed into the beast's claws, sending sparks into the sky.

Hundreds of figures staggered across the ground.

Dozens of sword cultivators' terrible howls sounded, and dozens of demon beasts roared in the sky.

Lin Fan, who was following from afar, had cold eyes, and saw these dozens of demon beasts that had been pierced through the chest by sharp swords, and each of them pinched the legs of a sword cultivator in their sharp palms.

The demon beast raised its arms high and tore it violently in the long roar, and dozens of sword cultivators were instantly split into two.

The blood mist flying in the sky stained Lin Fan's eyes red.

The staggered sword cultivators didn't stop, didn't even look behind them, and ran away.