Ungodly Evil Spirit

Sword Tomb was originally the most sacred place for burying swords in the ancient sword pavilion. When it collapsed at this moment, it was equivalent to burying everything inside, including Ye Fan.

At this moment, Ye Fan was still in the space full of sword soldiers, and the powerful sword formation destroyed everything in the space.

Ye Fan's body was bathed in blood, and at this moment, he was falling into the bottomless abyss below the space with the sword array.

No one knows how deep this abyss is, and no one knows what lies beneath this abyss. If it were a stream of water, Ye Fan might still survive.

"Shoo, hoo..."

The sound of the tight wind swept across Ye Fan's numb face, bringing up a sound of air.

"Boy, you seem to be very sad..." During the fall, the voice of the vicissitudes of life appeared again. Although the wind roared, it still fell into Ye Fan's ears verbatim, as if speaking personally.

"Who are you? What do you want to say..." Ye Fan suffered the pain of betrayal and bereavement one after another. At the moment, his state was almost ashamed, and his questioning was also weak.

In the wind, the words were completely covered up, but the voice of the vicissitudes of life was clearly heard, and he faintly responded: "The so-called pain is only the appearance of the cowardly person, and the so-called strong is only the disguise of the inferiority person. Only if there is no sadness or joy, no hurt or pain, is the real state of the world!"

"Not sad or happy, not hurt or hurt?" Ye Fan's mind was slightly shaken after hearing these words, as if he understood something, and was surprised: "Are you educating me to be ruthless?"

"Youqing is hurt by the ruthlessness, and the ruthlessness is also affected by the sentiment. It is the first two girls who are educating you!" The voice seemed to know everything, and replied lightly.

"Then what do you want to teach me?" Ye Fan's body is still falling, but his mind is completely immersed in the conversation, only to feel that something is pulling him in the dark, as if it is about to show him through the truth.

Regardless of sadness or joy, here, it seems that everything has become unimportant, both sentimental and ruthless, in the voice of the vicissitudes of life, can not be felt.

"What I want to teach you is pain. Compared with this pain, the previous things may not be worth mentioning!"

The tone of his voice was still flat, but as he spoke, Ye Fan suddenly felt that things around him were changing. The sword formation that had fallen with him had regrouped at some point and turned into a spherical shape, surrounding Ye Fan in the center.

Thousands of spirit swords, at this moment, the sword tips all point to Ye Fan's body, and they will pierce Ye Fan's body at any time.

"what?"

Looking at the scene around his body, Ye Fan was scared of Ji Ling, being confronted by so many spirit swords, normal people would be scared to death.

Moreover, this spherical sword formation completely blocked Ye Fan's body, making him inevitable, while his body was still falling continuously.

"The sword is the head of the white soldiers. It is sharp, ruthless, and arrogant. Many people have died under the sword, but few people have been pierced by the sword. Today, since you are dedicated to death, you will give you a chance!" The voice of vicissitudes of life appeared again. , But with a sense of expectation.

"Can you control these swords?" Ye Fan was even more shocked. Who is this invisibly speaking? Could it be that the guardian of this sword mound failed, but the sword formation could be switched between his mouth, which was terrifying to the extreme.

"Prepare to endure the taste of Wanjian wearing your body!" The voice did not answer Ye Fan's question, but said a word to himself.

In the next moment, the sword soldiers around Ye Fan seemed to have received some kind of instruction, and they stab Ye Fan together.

"Puff puff!"

The muffled sound keeps appearing, these sword soldiers did not bring out blood on Ye Fan's body, but constantly submerged into his body. Above the abyss, the world was originally a sword. At this moment, all the sword soldiers are facing Ye Fan. The body surged.

The mystery voice's so-called ten thousand sword penetration is really true in number.

Ye Fan passed out in pain since the first sword pierced his body, and then awakened from the pain again, falling into this cycle.

The feeling at this moment can no longer be described as life is better than death. His thinking disappears and disappears, as if it has become a fragment of memory. This is definitely the darkest memory fragment in Ye Fan's life.

When Ye Fan returned to normal thinking, he was surprised to find that he was already in a stone cave.

Inside the cave, there was only one stone table and two stone benches. At this moment, an old man with short hair and a short hair was sitting on a stone bench, looking at Ye Fan with a smile.

"Boy, since you're awake, let's sit down!" The old man pointed to the simple stone bench in front of him.

"Senior, you..." Hearing this familiar voice, Ye Fan was shocked. Just about to stand up, he found that his body was as heavy as lead poured into it, and he fell back to the ground again the next moment.

"How does it feel to wear Wan Jian? But Miao Zai!" Looking at Ye Fan struggling on the ground, the old man asked with a smile.

When Ye Fan heard this, he just rolled his eyes and didn't know how to answer. With that feeling, he didn't want to endure it a second time.

"You are the master of the Qingfeng Sword. Since you have a predestined relationship with it, you are also related to my ancient sword pavilion. Today you were born with a sword buried with ten thousand swords. You should change yourself. Otherwise, you would never want to stand up in your life!" The strange words appeared again, and the tone was also full of seriousness.

"Qingfeng sword?" Ye Fan was taken aback, and the next moment he saw that the ancient bronze sword that had been with him for a long time had fallen into the hands of the old man at some point.

The old man's wrinkled palms stroked the sword, and said with emotion: "The sword that was sharp at the beginning, now after thousands of years, it has ended in such a way, it is really sad!"

Listening to the old man's words, Ye Fan's mind was also greatly affected. He knew that this ancient sword must have an extraordinary origin, but he never wanted to have a direct connection with the ancient sword pavilion.

"In this world, I'm afraid that only the Heavenly Sword can be called a real Excalibur!" Ye Fan couldn't help but sigh with emotion, with a haze on his face.

If Ye Linglong hadn't rebelled, this Heavenly Sword would definitely be in Ye Fan's pocket. After all, as long as Ye Fan was able to restore his spirit power, Lin Huasheng's speed could not be as fast as the power of teleportation.

The mighty power of the Heavenly Sword is still in front of Ye Fan's eyes at this moment, but it is a pity that in reality, it is already far away from him.

"Hahaha!" Listening to Ye Fan's words, the old man suddenly burst into laughter, as if he had heard something extremely ridiculous.

"Senior, what's wrong with you?" Ye Fan looked suspiciously. He endured a thousand swords and survived the catastrophe. He suddenly came to this strange place. Seeing this mysterious old man, the confusion in his heart never stopped.

"If the sky sword is as simple as you can see, it can't be called a masterful sword!" The old man smiled for a while before he explained lightly.

"What is the real Sky Sword?" Ye Fan couldn't believe it. The old man's words were obviously profound, something he didn't know.

"The real Heavenly Sword, in fact, has always been by your side, that's it!" The old man's old face brought a faint smile, and he stretched out a finger to point to the distance.

Outside, in the ruins, a sword-shaped stone seemed to be guided by some kind of guidance, and it was trembling crazily.

As the sword-shaped stone trembled, it shot out endless white glow as it did before, but the glow of the sword at this moment was hundreds of times richer than killing Sun Zhengshi.

In an instant, the ancient sword pavilion covering thousands of miles was erased by the light of ten thousand swords and turned into a flat ground.

And the sword-shaped stone also disappeared in place with the ruins...