Urban Spirit Sword Fairy

Chapter 261 I have conditions

Lin Fan's face froze, he could feel the middle-aged swordsman in front of him.

This middle-aged swordsman wore a hat and held a sharp long sword in his hand. His eyes were cold, and he looked at Lin Fan below, emitting a strong sword energy from his body.

Lin Fan looked at this middle-aged swordsman in surprise. He did not expect that there were still humans in this city, and the strength emanating from this person was not weak at all, at least he was a real person.

"Death!" The middle-aged swordsman jumped up, with a majestic sword energy gushing out of his body, and shot towards Lin Fan.

Lin Fan's face was shocked.

Oh shit.

Lin Fan couldn't help cursing inwardly, what the hell did he do, to meet such a powerful middle-aged swordsman in this place where there is no shit and no people.

He didn't dare to push it too far, he hastily mobilized all the magic power in his body, and said: "The sword is all iron, because of holding it, it becomes psychic, it moves because of the heart, it lives because of blood, and it dies because of non-thought. The art of controlling the sword lies in adjusting the breath, holding the essence and keeping the unity, so that the five spirits of the sword can become one, and the cycle goes back and forth, endlessly!"

"Yu Jianjue!"

A powerful sword energy appeared in front of Lin Fan, and a sword energy that was almost condensed into a solid body appeared in front of Lin Fan.

The face of the middle-aged swordsman changed: "Yu Jianjue!"

bang!

The small sword flew towards the middle-aged swordsman.

It stands to reason that Lin Fan's strength is only a mere first-rank Taoist leader, but the strength shown by this middle-aged swordsman has reached the level of a real person.

But this middle-aged swordsman did not collide with the sword energy of Yu Jianjue at all.

He easily dodged Lin Fan's sword.

The middle-aged swordsman's face became serious, and his killing intent towards Lin Fan gradually dissipated. He looked at Lin Fan with seriousness in his eyes: "Yu Jianjue? Are you a descendant of Shushan?"

Lin Fan looked at the middle-aged swordsman in front of him, and felt quite strange. This guy is very powerful, and he came for his own life just now. Why did he lose his killing intent after he used Yujian Jue?

He was confused, but there was no expression on his face.

The middle-aged swordsman took a deep breath: "The descendant of Shushan came back here, interesting, interesting."

After finishing speaking, the middle-aged swordsman took a deep look at Lin Fan, turned around and left, not intending to continue fighting with Lin Fan.

OK.

Lin Fan also asked questions all over his face, not knowing what was going on.

This guy was obviously much stronger than himself, but when he saw that he had used Yujian Jue, he turned around and left.

And what did he mean by what he just said?

Lin Fan frowned, but the strength displayed by the middle-aged swordsman was so high that even Lin Fan couldn't catch up.

What's more, even if I can catch up, how can I have the courage.

I declare in advance that I am really not cowardly. The strength of this middle-aged swordsman is at least the strength of a real person.

This is not someone I can afford.

Lin Fan also vaguely felt that this place seemed to have some secrets that he didn't know about.

At this moment, Lin Fan suddenly looked towards the center of the city.

In that direction, at this moment, it seemed that something was calling me to go there.

Lin Fan frowned. This city, no, or the entire forbidden area of ​​the Sword Region actually gave people a strange feeling.

At this moment, something seemed to be calling him, but he couldn't decide whether it was a good thing or a bad thing.

The gate behind him had been closed, and there was no turning back anyway, so Lin Fan bit his bullet and continued to walk deep into the city, wanting to find out.

In the center of the city, there is a palace.

This palace was built quite brilliantly, but after many years, the whole palace looks a bit dilapidated, and a sense of history comes from this palace.

Lin Fan came to the gate of this palace.

The closer to this palace, the stronger the voice of calling.

With a creak, the gate of the palace opened slowly by itself.

An old voice came from Lin Fan's ear: "You are finally here."

"Who are you?" Lin Fan hurriedly looked around.

"Come inside and you'll see me."

Hearing these words, Lin Fan thought for a while, then strode inside.

Along the way, he was careful, and finally came to the main hall of the palace.

And this feeling that called him came from this hall.

After Lin Fan came in, he looked around and shouted, "Who is it? Who is calling me?"

Inside the hall, it was very peaceful.

Lin Fan continued to shout: "Since you called me, why didn't I come out to meet you after that?"

boom.

boom.

boom.

Suddenly, a sword of white light appeared in the hall.

Lin Fan took a closer look, and found that this was not a real sword, but a sword formed by the condensed air of nothingness.

But it emits white light, and there is a powerful feeling.

"This is, the sword spirit?" Lin Fan looked at the sword emitting white light.

Can't help but reach out and touch this white light.

Suddenly, there was a tremor in the entire hall.

"what happened?"

Lin Fan was shocked.

In his ears, the roars of countless people came.

"Help! Help me."

"My Shushan is dead!"

"Go, look for someone who can save me in Shushan."

An old reputation came from Lin Fan's ear: "Did you hear that?"

Lin Fan froze for a while, looked at the white sword light in front of him, and asked, "You, who are you?"

"I am the sword spirit of the master of Shushan's sword."

The sword exuding white light said slowly.

Lin Fan was shocked, what kind of international joke is this.

How can I meet the sword spirit who is the head of Shushan with a sword?

The sword spirit said slowly: "Shushan is dead! It has been dead for many, many years, and I don't remember how many suns and moons, how much time I have been waiting here."

Lin Fan said, "What are you waiting for here?"

"Wait for you."

"Maybe you are the hope to save Shushan."

Lin Fan smiled awkwardly: "Senior, you are joking, how can He De, a first-rank Taoist priest in the lower district, be able to..."

Jian Ling said: "I didn't ask you to save Shushan now, I can feel your intention to come, you are wearing Jian Xun and Xuantian Shentie, you want to cast your natal flying sword."

Lin Fan nodded.

"In the world, I am afraid that there are few sword spirits stronger than me." The sword spirit said: "Ordinary sword spirits can at most turn your natal flying sword into a heavenly magic weapon, but if I integrate into your natal flying sword Among the swords, your natal flying sword can become an existence that surpasses the heaven-level magic weapon."

When Lin Fan heard this, he couldn't help swallowing his saliva in his heart, this is such a good thing.

Sword Spirit said: "But, I have conditions."

(End of this chapter)