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The Divine Condor didn't shout, but kept his eyes closed, like an old monk in meditation. Lin Fan and Huang Rong felt that the Divine Condor was in a very strange state.

Seeing Lin Fan looking at it suspiciously, the divine eagle groaned twice, then closed his eyes.

Lin Fan tentatively asked: "Brother Diao, you mean that there are other things in it, and you have to close your eyes to perceive it."

Goooo!

The divine sculpture suddenly flapped its wings and jumped up and down on the stone, looking excited.

Text Chapter 138 Comprehending Dugu Nine Swords "Third Change" in the Sword Intent

Lin Fan was a little puzzled, could it be that Dugu Qiubai left any inheritance in this deep valley, but there is no inheritance around.

But seeing the seriousness of the divine eagle, it didn't look like he was lying. Lin Fan closed his eyes and felt it seriously, but there was nothing special about it, only the sound of dripping water.

Goooo!

At this moment, the Divine Condor became impatient again, flapping its wings, suddenly the Divine Condor flew over, kicked on the opposite wall, and then flew back again, cooing.

Huang Rong said from the side: "Brother Lin Fan, the divine sculpture seems to want you to look at the wall."

"En..." Lin Fan nodded, the movement of the divine sculpture became more and more strange, but he still looked at the wall next to him, and the wall was bare, and there was no handwriting and so on.

On the other hand, there is a crack from top to bottom on the wall. It is about a foot long, two fingers wide, and a foot deep. I don't know what caused the crack.

Lin Fan walked over and observed carefully for a while, but still found nothing. Lin Fan stretched out his hand and stroked the wall slowly, but there was no protruding object, just when Lin Fan stroked the crack.

Suddenly retracting his hand reflexively, Lin Fan felt that his hand was shocked, no, it should be described as being cut by a knife. Lin Fan looked at his fingers, which were intact.

Huang Rong wondered from the side, "Brother Lin Fan, what's the matter?"

"It's nothing, Rong'er, go and feel the cracks on the wall," Lin Fan said.

"Oh..."

After Huang Rong heard this, she stretched out her hand to touch it, and just as she touched the crack, she let out an "oops" and quickly withdrew her hand, frowning at the crack on the wall.

Lin Fan asked, "Rong'er, how do you feel?"

Huang Rong thought about it: "It's as if my finger was cut by a sword suddenly, but it's very strange. There is no wound on my finger, it's really strange."

Lin Fan looked at the crack and said, "The problem should come from this crack."

Lin Fan walked over and observed the crack carefully, and saw that the inside of the crack was extremely smooth, as if some sharp sword had been drawn on the stone wall.

This is a sword mark, Lin Fan is sure.

This is a deep valley, where Dugu Qiubai lives in seclusion. Why does Dugu Qiubai leave such a deep sword mark on the stone wall for no reason? Is there anything unusual about it?

Lin Fan continued to reach out his hand to caress the sword marks. At this time, Lin Fan's palm felt a tearing pain, as if there were countless sharp swords emitting sword lights, slashing back and forth on his hand.

Thousands of wounds were drawn.

The pain is very real, but there is no trace, no bleeding, and no wound on the palm of my hand, but why does it feel like a sharp sword has been cut across the palm of my hand.

Could this be sword intent!

Lin Fan's eyes suddenly lit up, and then his body trembled quickly. This sword mark was indeed left by Dugu Qiubai, and the sword intent of Dugu Qiubai was left on this sword mark.

Sword intent is invisible, so Lin Fan felt pain, but there was no wound on his hand.

And just now, Shen Diao closed his eyes and pointed out this sword mark to him. It is obvious that there is something strange about this sword mark, and there is a reason for the sword mark left on the stone wall for no reason. .

Although the palm of his hand was like thousands of sharp swords slashing, Lin Fan did not withdraw his hand in a hurry. Enduring the pain, he closed his eyes, and Lin Fan tried his best to calm himself down.

Suddenly, a picture appeared in Lin Fan's mind. He was in a strange place, surrounded by invisible air currents. These air currents were invisible things, like streams of water.

However, it exuded a cold air, like a pair of sharp swords, extremely sharp. For a while, Lin Fan was immersed in it, and the endless sword intent converged into one point and merged into Lin Fan's eyebrows.

Brush it.

Lin Fan suddenly opened his eyes, panting heavily, his head covered with sweat, just now gave him a very real feeling, this sword intent seemed to be able to tear everything apart, including his body.

However, in this sword intent, Lin Fan seemed to comprehend something, but couldn't grasp it. This feeling is hard to describe in words.

Hahaha!

Lin Fan suddenly laughed.

Huang Rong quickly asked, "Brother Lin Fan, what did you find?"

Lin Fan laughed loudly and said: "Senior Dugu Qiubai is worthy of being a sword demon, and his sword intent has reached the point where he has a sword in his heart. This sword mark seems to be nothing special, but it is the last one left by Senior Dugu Qiubai." The important inheritance is the sword intent."

After a pause, Lin Fan continued: "Put your hand on this sword mark, and you can feel the sword intent. If a master of sword use in the world is here, and feel this sword intent, I am afraid that his strength will be multiplied. promote".

A master of sword use spends his whole life pursuing the sword intent in the Dao of the sword. If there is no chance and he comprehends it all by himself, he may not be able to comprehend the sword intent.

Huang Rong said in shock: "Senior Dugu Qiubai used such a fantasy method to leave his own inheritance to future generations. He is really a strange person of a generation."

Lin Fan turned to Huang Rong and said, "Rong'er, you are also a master of swordsmanship, hurry up and comprehend the meaning of swordsmanship."

"Yeah..." Huang Rong nodded, stretched out her slender white hand, placed it on the sword mark, and closed her eyes reluctantly.

Lin Fan also continued to comprehend, closed his eyes, and continued to comprehend.

Lin Fan was surrounded by a huge sword intent. This sword intent was extremely sharp and exuded a icy-cold breath, as if it could tear apart all objects. The sword intent swam in all directions and split the air.

Lin Fan comprehended with his heart, and kept these sword intents in his heart.