Chapter 619: Beidou Sword Sect!

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As the seal was released, the world was overthrown and the mountains and rivers moved.
The Langya Mountain, which was originally soaring into the clouds, was short in an instant.
Some warriors with weaker strength and slower speed were even more unfortunately affected by this catastrophe, crushed under the gravel, and even died on the spot.
At this moment, the giant pen finally rose into the sky and went straight to Qiongxiao.
The simple and vicissitudes of life, like the Milky Way falling nine days, swept across the sky from the top of the dome, like the falling stars.
The next moment, something incredible happened.
"Huh!"
In an instant, the sky darkened instantly.
Endless darkness enveloped the earth, within a radius of tens of miles, a piece of black was pressed, and five fingers were invisible, like a solar eclipse, as if to engulf the world.
Perceiving this scene, Ye Fan's face was full of shock that could not be concealed, and a huge wave was set off in his heart.
Where is the "solar eclipse", it is clearly that giant pen, covering the blue sky, blinding the sun and the moon!
One stroke, covering the sky!
...
With Ye Fan's current strength, he tried his best to mobilize the Thunder Tribulation Sword to make it fly thousands of meters away.
No matter how far it is, I am afraid it will be difficult to control.
And the power of the heavens can do everything in their power to control the magic weapon to grab 10,000 meters, which must be the limit.
But now, the volume of this giant pen covers the sky of tens of miles, which is equivalent to the area of ​​a small town.
If it were to fall straight down, I am afraid that everything in the range would be turned into powder and disappeared.
Such a terrifying magic weapon completely exceeded Ye Fan's imagination and made him feel his own insignificance.
Just when Ye Fan was in horror, the giant pen that covered the sky shrank suddenly, and it shrank by tens of thousands of times, turning into a small black spot.
At the same time, within a radius of tens of miles, the light reappeared, the universe was bright, and calm was restored, as if nothing happened just now.
"Huh!"
In the next moment, the small black spot in the sky turned into a flying rainbow, carrying a force of destruction and leaping towards Ye Fan on the top of Langya Mountain.
"Chuff! Chuck! Chuck!"
The harsh sonic boom is endless.
The space was shocked, and invisible ripples appeared.
fast!
Too fast!
It was fleeting, Ye Fan didn't even have time to react, and the pen was only less than ten meters away from him.
The tip of the pen is sharp and unparalleled, as if it surpasses many magic weapons.
Ye Fan even had the illusion that even Lei Jiejian was slightly inferior. I am afraid that only the Heavenly Dragon Breaking City Halberd hidden in his Dan Tian could compete with him.
At this critical moment, Ye Fan had no time to escape, so he could only use the power of basalt to display the golden light armor.
"Heaven and Earth Xuanzong, Wan Qi's roots. Extensive cultivation of billions of calamities proves my supernatural powers. Inside and outside of the Three Realms, only the Tao is exclusive. The body has golden light and reflects my body!"
"boom!"
Ye Fan's body was suddenly covered with a layer of solid golden armor, covering all parts of his body.
The golden light is shining, and the mighty waves.
Wearing a golden armor, Ye Fan exudes an incomparably powerful aura, like a god, the bright light on the golden armor makes people afraid to look directly.
...
Suddenly, at a distance of three inches in front of Ye Fan, the pen suddenly stopped and hung in the air.
However, the sharpness of the pen nib went on to move forward and brushed Ye Fan's cheek.
"Stab!"
The sound of tearing skin sounded.
On Ye Fan's left cheek, there was a scar of a few centimeters long. Although the wound was not deep, the red blood gurgled out.
The intense pain came, but what really shocked Ye Fan was the power of this pen.
You know, since the Heavenly Tyrant's body was promoted to the second stage, ordinary magic soldiers were unable to cause any damage to Ye Fan's body.
Physical strength alone, let alone blocking bullets, is more than enough to remove hard and anti-artillery.
Coupled with the power of the basalt and the golden light armor, even a full blow from a strong terrain can cause no harm to him.
But now, this pen just scratched his skin with the sharpness of the pen.
If the tip of the pen was tilted a few inches to the side just now, it would probably cause serious damage to him.
For a moment, Ye Fan was instinctively frightened, and his vest was startled with cold sweat, as if he had been subjected to a fixation technique, and he did not dare to move at all.
However, after waiting for a long time, the pen still hovered in the air, as if silenced.
Ye Fan stepped back subconsciously before daring to look carefully.
Looking intently, I saw that this is a traditional Chinese brush. The barrel is not gold or jade, and it exudes a thick breath, thicker than the mountains, and I want to crush the blue sky.
I don't know what animal hair the pen is made of. It is extremely sharp, as if a random stroke can penetrate the golden cracked stone and tear the space.
At the end of the pen, there are two small characters inscribed in ancient seal script
Mountains and rivers!
...
Shanhe pen?
Could it be... this is the name of this magical artifact?
Iron painting with silver hook, and pen walking in Longshe Town Qianshan.
Swipe a few drops of ink, falling paper smoke swallows the sea.
One touch!
After a brief shock, the expression on Ye Fan's face turned into ecstasy.
If he can get this magic weapon, his strength will be even higher.
Thinking of this, Ye Fan carefully stretched out his hand and held the Shanhe pen tightly.
However, unexpectedly, no visions appeared.
The brilliance on that mountain-and-river brush instantly converges, as if it has turned into an ordinary brush, without any hint of flexibility.
Huh? How is this going?
Just when Ye Fan was puzzled, Wei Lao suddenly said: "Xiao Fan, such a strange treasure, how can it be surrendered at will? You must get the approval of the magic weapon in the spirit to exert its true power. !"
"How to get recognition, do you recognize the Lord by dripping blood?"
Ye Fan suddenly remembered that when he conquered the Heavenly Dragon Breaking the City Halberd, he used the method of "recognizing the master by dripping blood".
"stupid!"
Wei Lao yelled: "Dragon Pocheng Halberd that day was a war soldier that your ancestor Chi You once possessed. It is because of the Chi You bloodline in your body that the spirit of Tianlong Pocheng Halberd can be awakened! Now if you use this method again, even With the last drop of blood, there will be no response to this pen!"
"Lao Wei, what should I do then?"
"There are two methods! The first is the simplest and most brutal. It directly uses overwhelming strength to obliterate the artifacts in the magic weapon! The second requires you to use your divine consciousness, consume time and energy, and the artifacts in it. Make contact, but whether you can get the approval of Qi Ling depends on your chance!" Wei Lao explained.
With the level of horror of this mountain and river pen, even if it is a powerful man, I am afraid that it will not be able to obliterate the spirit of it.
Ye Fan's current strength can only choose the second type.
...
"Chang!"
"Chang!"
"Chang!"
Suddenly, from the sky in the southeast, three extremely powerful sword sounds erupted, resounding through the world, like the roar of an ancient giant beast.
Looking from the distance, you can find three figures, coming from the imperial sword, like a sword fairy descending from the earth.
Even from a long distance, you can feel the terrifying sword aura, unstoppable, and the sound is like thunder. Even this small world seems to be torn apart by the sword aura.
After a while, the three old men appeared in Ye Fan's sight.
He has a childlike face, a clear face, wearing a uniform Taoist gown, wearing a Taoist crown, and a fairy-style Taoist bone, obviously from the same clan.
And in their waists, there are three long swords hanging, even if they have not been unsheathed, they are incomparable.
The three elders stood there quietly, giving people an indescribable sense of oppression, as if three ten thousand high mountains lay in front of them, insurmountable.
For a moment, Ye Fan's body was tense, as if facing an enemy, his expression was extremely serious.
He can feel that the strength of these three people is more than twice that of Wang's ancestors, and they are most likely to be the powerhouses of the Hidden Sejong Sect, or even the heavenly powerhouse!
"Huh! Huh! Huh!"
The next moment, the gazes of the three elders all fell on the mountain and river pen in Ye Fan's hand, bursting with brilliant light, full of undisguised covetousness.
The headed old man suddenly said: "Young man, can you take the pen in your hand and let us take a look?"
When Ye Fan heard the words, he took a step back, shook the Zhongshanhe pen, and asked vigilantly:
"Who are you guys?"
"Hahaha..."
The headed old man laughed, his head held up, and said proudly:
"Pan Dao is the Sect Master of Beidou Sword Sect, Tianshu Sword-Qi Hongxuan!"