God Of Martial Arts

When Lin Feng comes to the sword Pavilion, he finds that the old man has opened the door of the sword Pavilion and is waiting around the giant sword. It seems that he is deliberately waiting for Lin Feng to come here.

Seeing this scene, Lin Feng's look is still calm, holding the hand of Mengqing to step forward, but Mengqing is obviously stunned to see this scene. She is quite shocked that Lin Feng appeared with the strong men of Jiange that day. Now she sees that the people of Jiange treat Lin Feng respectfully, which gives birth to a trace of curiosity.

At the same time, the strong men in the sword Pavilion were stunned when they saw the dream. The sword of the ancestors brought a woman back?

"Little Lord!" At this time, the old man headed by the sword Pavilion bowed to Lin Feng. The other people immediately restrained their curiosity and bowed slightly, and respectfully called out the little Lord.

Lin Feng nodded quietly, with a touch of no sky pride on his body, and went straight to the inside.

"Little Lord, is she?" The strong man of the sword Pavilion asked in a low voice.

Lin Feng's eyes flashed, and a bright light flashed in his eyes. His heart moved. The sword of heaven turned into a bright light and shot at the strong man in the sword Pavilion. The power of thunder and lightning, the power of space, the power of wind and the power of fire all bloomed at the same time. It was extremely terrifying.

"Boom The man trembled fiercely in his mind, and his face was shocked. He raised his hand fiercely to block the sword power, but his body crawled down and said respectfully, "excuse me, little Lord!"

"Ancestor sword power, this is ancestor sword power!" The other old people showed a fanatical look on their faces. The sword power of their ancestors was presented on Lin Feng. They seemed to see that the ancestor wutianjian emperor was so young that he swept the whole world. How like the shape of the ancestors in the legend!

"I said, since then, I have my own life for Lin Feng. I'm not allowed to ask about my affairs any more!" Lin Feng's voice is cold and full of endless rebellious spirit. Although it is not strong for the old man, it is enough to make him crazy.

"The old slave will never dare to ask the little master for half a sentence." The man's head was almost hanging on the ground. Seeing that Lin Feng's accomplishments had stepped into tianwu at the moment, he had such a terrible sword power. He firmly believed that if the sword pavilion was to be revived in Lin Feng's hands, he did not dare to have any opinions. They had been waiting for the revival day for thousands of years!

Lin Feng snorted coldly, and his heart moved. Tianji sword came back, and then he continued to walk with his dream. He said indifferently, "I'll go back to the sword tomb. No one is allowed to follow me. In addition, since then, there is no need for anyone to guard around the sword tomb."

Having said that, Lin Feng's figure has stepped into the sword Pavilion and gradually disappeared. At the moment, he, for the sword Pavilion, is just like a God, and can only be well worshipped.

Jianwubei is located behind all the strong men in the sword Pavilion. Looking at Lin Feng's disappearing back, he bit his teeth slightly. Once upon a time, he was determined to revive the sword Pavilion and become the supreme sword cultivation. Lin Feng's glory at the moment is the glory he once dreamed of. Everything seems to have changed because he brought Lin Feng and others into the sword tomb. Their fate is changing. Is it good or bad?

Lin Feng naturally doesn't think so much. Since once the sword Pavilion wanted him to be a sword slave, now, he enslaves the people of the sword Pavilion, which is also karma. He wants him to be a sword slave, but now he is driven by him.

Who are slaves?

Lin Feng went straight to the sword Tomb of the sword pavilion with dream feeling. It was not a vast palace, and the faint smell of loess. The old man was still in the sword Pavilion. He seemed to be tired. He put his broom on the ground, and he sat on the broom. His back was leaning against the wall of the sword tomb. It was quite leisurely.

"Master!" Lin Feng will not have the arrogance just now, but will show a smooth smile. He has great respect for the sweeping old man who gave him the sword book.

"Come back!" The old man said lazily. Then he put his hands on the ground and slowly climbed up. It seemed that it was difficult. Lin Feng stepped forward and helped the old man up. However, the old man patted the dust on his body and said with a smile, "I'm getting old and useless. I don't know which day I'm going to bury the bone sword tomb!"

The old man said and coughed twice, really like a sick old man in the twilight, as if he could return to the dust at any time.

He stretched out his hand and looked at it. To his horror, there was a trace of blood in the palm of the old man's hand, which was coughing just now.

This scene let Lin Feng's face slightly stiff, eyes show a surprised look, really hurt!

Old man, it's not disguised!

"Master..." Lin Feng has always thought that the old man is disguised, but now he saw the old man cough and produce blood. Although there is only one trace, it shows that the old man is really injured. In terms of his estimation of the strength of the old man, the injury may be very frightening!

"It's OK. It's been like this for many years." The old man looked free and easy, and with a casual smile, he walked towards the sword tomb.

Lin Feng and Meng Qing follow the old man. When they enter the sword tomb, the door of the sword tomb closes automatically. The old man sits down at will. Lin Feng follows the old man and sits in front of him.

"Is this girl your girlfriend?"

"My wife!" Lin Feng responded.

"Yes, it's a blessing to marry Xue Linglong as a wife." The old man said casually, but let Lin Feng and dream look a stiff, two people looked at each other.The old man just one eye, can see the dream is snow Linglong!

"Elder's injury..." Lin Feng is more firm in his conjecture. The old man who can see his dream identity at a glance has no doubt about his strength. Then what a terrible injury makes him show such an old state and live in seclusion in Jianzhong.

"It doesn't matter. It's been many years." The old man still shook his head.

"Master, do you think this is useful?" Lin Feng thought a move, his hands appear a pure Jasper, it seems that there is a tear, full of strong breath of life.

"Tears of life!" The old man whispered and then said with a smile, "the city of destiny has got it. It's good, but it's not good for me. It's rare that you have this kind of heart. Keep it for yourself."

"It's still a little bit short!" Lin Feng smiles bitterly. It seems that the old man's injuries are really terrible.

"Let me see what progress you've made these days in the city of destiny."

"Well." Lin Feng nodded slightly, his heart moved, and the sword of heaven appeared again. The thunder and lightning space and other forces went through endlessly. It seemed that he was alive, which made the old man's eyes show a touch of surprise. Then he nodded his head and said, "OK, a trip to the city of destiny can achieve this step. It's not easy. It must have suffered a lot."

"It seems that there is no problem for you to raise a sword!"

"It's OK to raise swords, but it's hard to find that kind of condition when you're out of the city of destiny." Lin Feng recalled Tianji sword. In the outside world, he could not have such an opportunity as the city of destiny, so that he could make such a terrible breakthrough in a short time.

"There will always be a chance. I still have a set of experience of cultivating the heart of the sword without emperor Tianjian. Are you interested?" The old man said with a smile to Lin Feng.

Lin Feng's face trembled, of course, it was impossible to refuse.

"Since it is the experience of the sword emperor, I am willing to learn from it!" Lin Feng replied.

"Well, I'll teach it to you." There is a flash of light in the center of the old man's eyebrows, which is directly printed into Lin Feng's eyebrows. In an instant, Lin Feng's mind has some more memories.

Quiet feeling in the mind of more than the memory, Lin Feng's eyes shot a bright sword, extremely sharp, as if to pierce the space.

"The world washes the heart, the heart is like water; without sword, without me, a sword is in the hand, lawless and lawless!" Lin Feng murmured to himself, exclaimed: "the sword emperor elder, peerless Tianjiao!"

"What do you think?" The old man asked Lin Feng.

"The swordsman, the master of the sword, tried to cultivate the heart of the sword. His heart was as if he wanted to let go of everything. However, when a sword was in hand, the heaven and earth would be the only sword, lawless and unruly, and the sky could be broken. It was a unique demeanor!" Lin Feng's voice doesn't mean flattery. It comes from the heart. Refining the heart of the sword and melting the essence of the sword can break the heaven and earth!

"Do you need swordsmanship?" Asked the old man.

"No!" Lin Feng shook his head, and his eyes showed a sharp look: "master jianhuang's Kendo is to cultivate the heart of the sword, and follow my own kendo. Now, I don't have the unique qualification of the master jianhuang in kendo, but even if I can't create my own Kendo, I can still continue the way of master jianhuang and realize my unique sword skill!"

Lin Feng said that, in his eyes, there seems to be a flash of divine awn. He is unruly and unruly. He cultivates the heart of the sword and understands the art of swordsmanship, which belongs to his own!

The old man nodded with a smile. Wu Tianjian emperor never practiced swordsmanship of his forefathers. After ten years of cultivation, he tempered the heart of the sword and went on his own swordsmanship, making an unprecedented road!