No one would have thought that such a weird sword was hidden in the sword box containing several famous swords owned by the Master of Fengjian Pavilion.
Half of the broken sword!
As soon as the half-broken sword came out, the Master of Fengjian Pavilion's expression became extremely solemn, even when he was holding the famous Golden Feather Sword, he did not become so solemn.
However, the half-broken sword did not have a powerful aura. Even Fang Lin could not feel that there was anything special about the sword, as if it was just a broken ancient sword.
But since this sword can be so valued by the Master of Fengjian Pavilion, it means that this sword is definitely not as bad as it seems on the surface.
Without thinking too much, even if this half-broken sword was really powerful, Fang Lin still had to experience the power of this sword.
The eight flaming golden lotuses fell quietly, carrying a terrifying aura that could burn out all things, and they all headed towards the Lord of Fengjian Pavilion.
Even the immortal strong will feel fear when facing these eight flame golden lotuses.
The master of Fengjian Pavilion had an expressionless face and an extremely cold expression. He looked at Fang Lin as if he were looking at a corpse.
The half-broken sword in his hand was quietly swung, and a piece of gray sword energy floated out, and eight flaming golden lotuses rushed into the sword energy.
In the blink of an eye, these eight flame golden lotuses all made a popping sound and went out like flames falling into water.
The eight flaming golden lotuses just dissipated without causing any disturbance, without harming the Master of Fengjian Pavilion at all.
This scene made Fang Lin's pupils shrink and he felt particularly shocked.
This was the flame released by the heavenly fire essence of the eight ancient flame god lamps, and it was actually annihilated like this? Is the power of the half-broken sword already so terrifying
The master of Fengjian Pavilion did not speak, and waved the half-broken sword in his hand again. The gray sword energy roared towards Fang Lin like thin needles.
Fang Lin pulled away and retreated hastily, not wanting to resist these gray sword energies with his body. Even though the real dragon's body was particularly strong, this was not a reason for Fang Lin to squander it at will.
But those gray sword energies were like tarsal maggots, chasing after Fang Lin, and they were so fast that Fang Lin couldn't get rid of them.
"The strongest sword is really not what you brag about!" Fang Lin thought to himself, stepping on the Nine Heavens footwork, his body shape changed unpredictably, and he rushed towards the master of the Sealing Sword Pavilion.
"Are you seeking death?" Master Fengjian Pavilion sneered. If Fang Lin just ran away, there would be nothing he could do against Fang Lin, but Fang Lin just rushed towards him instead. This was simply seeking death.
However, although the Master of Fengjian Pavilion said so, he was very wary in his heart. He thought that Fang Lin could not do such a stupid thing, so he must have something to rely on.
"If you want to die, I will help you." The half-broken sword in Fengjian Pavilion's hand slashed towards Fang Lin. Although the movement was slow, it carried great pressure.
Fang Lin looked indifferent, and there was a blood mark on his cheek. This was injured by the sword energy of the half-broken sword, but Fang Lin turned a blind eye. The holy energy in his body continued to flow, and the ancient spear in his hand erupted with extremely terrifying fluctuations. .
Just when the half-broken sword was about to collide with the ancient spear, Fang Lin's eyes suddenly turned dark.
At this moment, the sky and the earth seemed to be stagnant, and everything stopped.
The master of Fengjian Pavilion was caught off guard and saw himself tens of thousands of years ago. At that time, he was just a junior who apprenticed himself to learn swordsmanship. He was humiliated and oppressed in a major swordsmanship sect, and had a vicious look on his face. The elder of the sect cut it with a sword, leaving this scar on his face.
This is a pain that Master Fengjian Pavilion will never forget in his life. He has tried to forget this memory countless times, but he still cannot forget it.
"No!" The Master of Fengjian Pavilion saw his face being slashed with a sword. He covered his face and fell to the ground in pain. He was surrounded by fellow sect members who laughed coldly, but no one sympathized with him.
puff! ! ! !
The ancient spear pierced the chest of the Master of Fengjian Pavilion and nailed his entire body into the earth.
The broken half of the sword flew out of his hand, and the sword energy that filled the air cut off one of Fang Lin's arms.
However, at the cost of an arm, the master of Fengjian Pavilion was seriously injured. In Fang Lin's opinion, such a deal was a very good deal.
Fang Lin stood in mid-air, his broken arm was very neat, blood was flowing out, and countless needle-like fine sword energy rushed into his body.
Fang Lin showed a smile and looked at the Master of Fengjian Pavilion who had his chest pierced by an ancient spear on the ground, with a hint of amusement on his lips.
The master of Fengjian Pavilion was bleeding from his mouth, his body was pierced by the ancient spear, and his whole body was nailed to the ground. The terrible evil energy contained in the ancient spear was also raging in his body.
It can be said that Fang Lin and the Master of Fengjian Pavilion are suffering from the same pain at the moment.
"You!" The Master of Fengjian Pavilion opened his eyes wide and stared at Fang Lin in the sky. He never expected that he would end up like this.
"I won." Fang Lin said with a smile.
The Master of Fengjian Pavilion burst out laughing, but with the laughter, more blood flowed out of his mouth.
"You did win. It was a beautiful win. I didn't expect that I would lose at your hands." The Master of Fengjian Pavilion said, with no anger in his eyes.
"Do you still want to stop me now?" Fang Lin said with a sneer.
The Master of Fengjian Pavilion did not answer, but asked: "What did you just do?"
Fang Lin snorted: "I just want you to go back in time and take a look."
The master of Fengjian Pavilion was stunned, and then smiled bitterly: "Is it a dream for a moment? What a powerful method, dreaming back to the past of eternity, what a method!"
Fang Lin was silent. This was the move he understood after seeing the twelve murals and dreaming about it forever. Even Fang Lin himself was not sure whether he could perform it.
But now it seems that he has indeed mastered this move, but when he uses it, Fang Lin will fall into the same state, but Fang Lin can wake up first before the master of Fengjian Pavilion.
If he wakes up slower than the Master of Fengjian Pavilion, then Fang Lin will definitely lose.
To put it bluntly, this is an extremely risky move. Once used, Fang Lin will either win or lose.
A figure roared over and stood in front of Fang Lin. It was a middle-aged man with white hair and a dull expression, holding a wooden sword in his hand.
The appearance of this person made Fang Lin feel pressure, and his intuition told him that this was a strong man who was not weaker than the master of Fengjian Pavilion.
Fang Lin's head was bigger than the other two. He originally thought that the strongest master of Fengjian Pavilion was just the master of Fengjian Pavilion, but he didn't expect that there were other masters. It seemed that he had underestimated the strength of Fengjian Pavilion before.
"Mr. Long Xiang, let him go." The master of Fengjian Pavilion said to the white-haired middle-aged man.