Chapter 251 The Sword Saint Sword
Li Fan inherited Zuo Canglan.
So, who is his master?
Who is Zuo Canglan’s master?
The wind rose in Chixiao City, and the silence below was as dead as silence. Even Li Chengying was stunned, as if he seemed a little surprised. The expression on his face seemed no longer so aloof, and even the lines on his face twitched. Take a break.
Many years ago, a sword cultivator appeared in Dali, who claimed that the world's sword energy was ten. He alone accounted for seven parts of the luck, and the other Dali sword cultivators were divided into another three parts of the luck of the sword energy.
At that time, it was not questioned by people like Li Fan today, but it was recognized by the Great Li Sword Cultivator.
He alone represents the Great Li Jiandao. "Master Master." Li Fan shouted, his eyes slightly red. Unexpectedly, at the critical moment of life and death, he met the old man again.
At that time, the master's sword entered the imperial city for the sake of the old blind man, and the oil lamp was gone.
Tonight, the master appeared in the sword for him again.
He had a premonition that perhaps this was the last soul left by the master in the world. "Uncle Master." Ji Hua bowed and bowed, with deep admiration in his eyes. Ji Hua's character was free and unrestrained. Even his master Gu Qingyang could not trap him. He did not want to stay in the mountains. Instead, he travels all over the world, but he is no less in love with Lishan than other Lishan disciples.
After a thousand years from the mountain, he is proud of his disciples. There have been many legends in the thousand years from the mountain, but the legend closest to him belongs to the old man in front of him.
Since he entered the master's sect, he had been listening to the legend of the old man. Although the old man was still alive at that time, he was basically in a state of retirement, and it was difficult for them to see them.
It turned out that after the old man died, he was still protecting Lishan...
He was the luck of Lishan in the past, while Lifan was the luck of Lishan in the future.
"Wuya Sword Saint."
Li Chengying whispered, his eyes becoming extremely solemn. The old man in front of him was the closest sword saint to now.
Li Chengying's words undoubtedly confirmed the conjectures of many people, and the storm caused in his heart.
The Sword Saint is still there.
It was in Li Fan's sword, protecting the way for him.
That handsome young man is where the hope is to leave the mountain?
The sword cultivator in Lingxiao Pavilion also had extremely serious eyes. He did not expect that the sword saint was still there and Li Fan was in Lishan. What was his position?
In the distance, a sharp sword intent spread towards this side, and then everyone saw a beam of light descending from a distance and landing in a direction not far away.
When he saw the figure that appeared, some elders in Chixiao City were ups and downs in their hearts, and Xuanyuan Sword arrived.
The number one sword in the world today is the Xuanyuan Sword. "My younger brother Xuanyuan, I have met Wuya Sword Saint."
Even if he is the best in the world, he still salutes him in front of the Sword Saint. This is respect.
After he saluted, he glanced at Li Fan. No wonder this young man was able to take away the secret realm inheritance. The Sword Saint protected him, which shows his talent.
Will this be the future top great sword cultivator of Dali?
The old man did not respond, but stretched out his hand. The illusory palm was in harmony with Li Fan's palm. One old and one young seemed to have traveled through time and space, holding the same sword.
The moment he held the sword, a gust of wind blew between the heaven and earth, and all the swords on the sword cultivators were chanting softly. Then, swords were unsheathed and broke through the air, flying into the air, facing the face of the pilgrimage, The direction of the old man.
In the distance, countless sharp swords flew into the air. At this moment, countless people raised their heads. Even in a distant place, some people looked in the direction here. What happened there?
The sword energy was flying over Chixiao City. At the moment the old man held the sword, it seemed as if the whole world had quieted down.
The person who was still talking to Li Fan in the dark before quietly retreated. The proud disciples of Li Chengying no longer had the previous arrogance and arrogance on their faces, but were deeply afraid and awe.
There is a holy place from the mountain!
It seems that at this moment, they understood what the word "Leishan" means in Dali.
I also understood why the Dali court had clearly broken with Lishan, but did not take Lishan.
Perhaps, the Dali court has always been afraid of Lishan.
"Xiaofan." A voice came into Li Fan's mind. Li Fan was stunned and responded, "Master, I'm here."
"Your master is not good enough, you blinded yourself and lost The luck of Lishan is that you are the successor he chose, so Lishan is up to you."
The old man sighed in his voice: "After I leave, I don't want to be in the future, Li. Mountain, I still suffer this humiliation."
Li Fan was moved, with a solemn expression, and replied in his mind: "Master, I understand."
Today, Li Chengying ignored Leaving Mountain and attacked the younger generation. , In the eyes of the old man, this is humiliation.
Even though he is the fifth-ranked sword cultivator today, when has he suffered such humiliation after a thousand years of Lishan? A single sword cultivator dares to touch the descendants of Lishan.
Li Fan could not judge who was right and who was wrong between the master and the old blind man back then. Perhaps there was nothing wrong with them. They just chose their own path.
Master, he is responsible for leaving the mountain, so he hopes that the old blind man will inherit his mantle.
The sword cultivator who has no place to settle the mountain is the end of today.
"He has gone too smoothly in his life. When you were young, you suffered more, but you still have a innocent heart. This is why he chose you. This time, he did not Wrong."
"From now on, I can no longer protect Leshan. I will leave the future of Leshan to you." The old man sighed: "I wanted to wait, but unfortunately, I can't see that day." br>
Li Fan was sad in his heart. His guess was correct. After the old man appeared this time, he was afraid that he would completely dissipate.
"Finally, let you see once, what is the sword from the mountain?" The old man said, clenching Li Fan's hand, and at the same time, the sword tightly, one old and one young, one empty and one real, overlapping his hands fell on the Tianxing sword. At this moment, countless swords floating in the air were lowering their heads above Chixiao City.
Even the sword in Li Chengying's hand was trembling slightly.
Li Chengying pursued the supreme realm of swordsmanship throughout his life. He wanted to kill Ji Hua and take Li Fan away, which was also for the secret realm inheritance and for his swordsmanship.
But at this moment, the sword he wanted to pursue stood in front of him and pointed at him.
The fifth sword cultivator in the world has no longer had the arrogance of being arrogant. In front of the old man, under the sword chanting in the sky, this sword cultivator in the world seems particularly outstanding in the eyes of the world. Small.
Why do they feel this way?
That is the fifth in the world.
Because what he is facing is the Great Sword Saint.
"Shits..."
The terrifying sword intent emerged behind Li Chengying, and the sky seemed to be broken, and a sword of hanging sky fell, as if condensed by the light of the sky's catastrophe. In this way, above the sky, the sword of disaster flows, and the power of destruction spreads out, covering this sky.
Obviously Li Chengying felt the threat. Facing the former Sword Saint, even though he was just a wisp of soul, he still did not dare to be careless at all and activated the strongest sword intent. "Look at this sword clearly." The old man faced the Xuanyuan Sword in the distance, and this sentence was said to him.
The newest ⊥Xiao⊥Speak⊥Send⊥Six⊥9⊥Book⊥⊥⊥⊥Back⊥⊥⊥⊥! "Okay." Xuanyuan Jian nodded seriously, with a solemn expression.
He is now the number one sword in the world, and he is already in the semi-saint realm, but when he reaches his level, he knows how difficult this step is.
Today, it is a blessing to see the sword saint making his sword.
And, Lishan Wuya Sword Saint intended to let him watch this sword.
"Buzz..."
Just as the old man was talking, Li Chengying took the lead in drawing his sword, and he couldn't sit still and wait for death.
Even if he is a sword saint, he is just a sword soul. What is he afraid of Li Chengying?
The sky-caught light kills the old man, and the sword that tore open the sky fell into Li Chengying's hand. He is one with the sword, and a huge Dharma image body appears behind him, holding the Great Dao Tribulation Sword and stabbing forward.
This sword fell, everyone held their breath.
At this moment, Li Fan felt his body move and followed the old man.
Everyone saw the old man holding his sword and walking forward, turning into light, his white hair flying, and the catastrophe light flowed backwards.
The infinitely floating sword between heaven and earth bowed its head at the same time, and the sword intent bloomed. The sword of the catastrophe behind Li Chengying was rolled backwards towards him.
The old man's figure seemed extremely tall at this moment. The sword in his hand fell on the destructive catastrophe. The sword tip collided, and then he saw the catastrophe sword containing the supreme sword power cracked. .
Li Fan's body stopped, but the old man's body continued to move forward, passing through Li Chengying's body and appearing behind him.
"You shouldn't bully the small ones by the big ones."
The old man murmured, and fear, surprise, unwillingness, regret appeared in Li Chengying's eyes... All kinds of complex emotions were intertwined and turned into a distorted face. . "Why, so..."
His body gradually decomposed, and the twisted face cracked, with deep fear, and the next moment, it was crushed to pieces.
Time and space seem to be still.
There is still a sword intent flowing in the sky, accompanied by the wind.
Many people seemed to have not recovered, but just stared blankly at the sky, where Li Chengying disappeared.
The fifth sword cultivator in the world, the most prominent and famous sword cultivator in the world.
In this way, it disappeared...
The Sword Saint is the fifth in the world, like an ant.
Their eyes looked at the old man with even more respect. Even if it was just a ray of soul, killing Li Chengying with one sword, how arrogant it was.
The swordsman in the world is the Wuya Sword Saint who possesses seven parts of his luck.
Today, it is so happy and fortunate to witness him breaking his sword.
The old man's body gradually became illusory, turning into wisps of blue smoke and heading towards Li Fan's sword. No one knew whether he was still there.
"Leave the mountain, I'll leave it to you."
A misty voice sounded in Li Fan's mind. Li Fan knew that the master had left and passed away forever.
There is no more Wuya Sword Saint in this world.
"Thank you senior to give the sword."
The Xuanyuan Sword bowed to the place where the old man disappeared. People could not understand the sword, but he, who was half-step sword saint, looked at it. I understand.
Li Fan glanced at the direction where Xuanyuan Sword was. Before the master left, he was still protecting him and leaving the mountain, and granting him the sword to Xuanyuan.
(This chapter ends)