Rebirth of the Alone Rivers and Lakes

Chapter 242 Emei Lingdu
Boulders are no different, and swords are no different.

The difference is the font on the boulder.

Now that Fang Xiu has broken into the first-class late stage, his eyesight is stronger than before, and mosquitoes and flies hundreds of meters away cannot escape his eyes.

Not to mention the font on the boulder three or four feet away.

The long sword was inserted casually beside the boulder, and the blade was more than half buried.

The long sword has existed for an unknown number of years, and the exposed blade is covered with a lot of dust. The original sharpness is now restrained. If you don't pay attention, you will almost be mistaken for a fire stick.

Fang Xiu put his eyes on the boulder, and the small characters on it were revealed in front of his eyes, and the lines of the characters showed endless sharpness.

In Fang Xiu's eyes, these fonts seemed to come to life, and each stroke was like a terrifying sword move, which could kill someone at any time.

Shine!hum!
Infinite sword light burst out, containing a terrifying sword intent!

not good!

Fang Xiu's heart was beating wildly, the ice soul from his waist was out of its sheath brazenly, a cold light suddenly appeared, and the sword intent suddenly burst out.

boom!
Silent roaring fluctuations!
The sword lights offset two by two, and the sword intent disappeared without a trace at this moment.

After the ice soul was sheathed, Fang Xiu took another look. The boulder was still a boulder, and the characters were still characters, but the terrifying sword intent no longer appeared.

Looking intently, I saw the writing on the boulder: Jiu Wenzun is famous, but it is a pity that he was born at an untimely time, so he couldn't fight with you. I heard that Jianzhong is here to learn.

No matter what!No matter what!
The name of the venerable is well-deserved, and Xia Bai is convinced, but it is a pity that he cannot see the venerable face to face.

Today there is a school of martial arts under the sword, if future generations come here, they will use the martial arts for their own use, and I only hope to send a copy of it to Emei, so that it is all in my mind!
Emei, Lingdu, stay!
"Emei, Lingdu?"

Seeing this, Fang Xiu finally knew who left the words on the boulder.

He had never heard of the name of the Emei School in Kyushu, and he didn't know what school it was.

But it can only be seen from the handwriting left by Ling Du that even after so many years, the sword intent in this handwriting still lingers.

At this time, Fang Xiu finally discovered that there was still a torn clothes under the boulder.

It was only being buried in dust that made Fang Xiu almost ignore the past.

With a slap of the palm, the wind blows away the dust, revealing the severely corroded clothes and a pair of dried bones.

If nothing else happened, Fang Xiu reckoned that this person should be Ling Du who left the letter.

The person is dead, so what is said on the boulder and the things left by martial arts should not be false.

Thinking of this, Fang Xiu looked at the long sword stuck aside.

He grabbed the long sword and pulled it out with almost no effort.

Fang Xiu looked at the long sword in his hand, and said to himself, "Broken sword?"

Before, he thought that the long sword had penetrated half of the ground, but now it seems that the long sword is clearly broken in half, and there are not many that are actually inserted into the ground.

And as the long sword was picked up, the dust on the sword body shook off, and a faint word "clear" appeared on the sword body.

Fang Xiu didn't know what to ask.

Because there is only half of the long sword left, and the remaining half has disappeared.

The long sword was pulled out, and Fang Xiu saw that there was a piece of severely corroded cloth where the long sword had been inserted, which looked exactly like the clothes on the dead bones on the ground.

Taking the cloth into his hands, Fang Xiu spread it out and saw that there were only countless powders floating down, and there was no so-called martial arts at all.

"I don't know how many years this sword mound has existed. Not only have people turned into dry bones, but even these martial arts secret books have also turned into dust after years of erosion!"

Fang Xiu tightened his grip on the cloth, and the badly corroded cloth immediately turned into fly ash.

From the time he came in until now, everything he saw had existed for an unknown number of years.

The history of this sword mound was longer than he had imagined. I am afraid that it would be impossible to cause such a change without hundreds of years.

"What kind of realm is Lingdu? It should be at least an existence that broke the limit of heaven and man, but such a person died here for no reason.

Judging from the fact that he was able to leave his last words, it is obvious that he did not die all at once.

From the words he left behind, it can be seen who Ling Du came here for.

Jianzhong, it seems that this place is really called Jianzhong! "

Fang Xiu stood where he was, looking at the words on the boulder, and his thoughts turned.

Jianzhong was just a casual remark of his, never thought that this place was really called Jianzhong.

It is not a simple matter for a strong man who at least broke the limit of heaven and man, but can only leave his last words and die here.

Fang Xiu didn't know who the lord was.

It may be the pioneer of this sword mound, or it may be someone else.

And from what it means, the other party didn't come here to find some cult inheritance.

For a while, Fang Xiu was a little messy.

This place where the cult is inherited is too mysterious, so mysterious that he has never even understood it at all.

Suddenly, Fang Xiu came back to his senses, and the ice soul around his waist shook again.

This is the second abnormality of Bing Po since the inheritance of the cult began.

It seems that somewhere in the sword mound, something is attracting it.

"Dust to dust, dirt to dirt!"

As Fang Xiu moved with the wind in his palm, the noise of dust completely buried the dry bones under the boulder.

The broken sword in his hand was also placed beside the dry bone by Fang Xiu, and buried under the dust together.

After all, he was still a strong man, so since Fang Xiu met him, he buried him conveniently.

However, Fang Xiu did secretly write down the person's name.

Emei Lingdu!

Being able to leave behind this kind of sword intent is definitely not an ordinary strong man. If you have a chance in the future, you might as well inquire about the origin of the other party.

After doing all this, Fang Xiu suppressed Bing Po with one hand, while walking in the direction of the traction.

This sword mound is too mysterious, and there is no trace of the cult inheritance at all.

Instead of trying to figure out the elephant yourself, try something else.

Fang Xiu wants to see what it is that has been attracting tens of thousands of soldiers and Bing Po restlessly.

Perhaps, this is not necessarily related to the inheritance of the cult.

Somewhere in the sword mound, Lin Chengyu was walking in the sword mound, and occasionally his energy was eroded, but he was cut off by his thoughts.

Buzz!

A severing of the mind will cause a riot of sword energy in the sky.

boom!The sword energy gathered and poured down like a waterfall, blasting densely towards Lin Chengyu below.

Lin Chengyu's complexion remained unchanged, and he still maintained a walking posture. Pointing out with his finger, a sword gang broke through the air and blasted into the sword energy waterfall.

Boom!

Like a drop of water dropped into boiling hot oil.

The sword aura that fell suddenly exploded, and countless cold sword auras scattered in all directions, destroying everything that could be destroyed.

(End of this chapter)