Chapter 940: I don't enter Huangquan, I am waiting for Lin Xuan.

"Who is this person..."
Seeing people coming, He Yunqi and others trembled in the bottom of their hearts. They were immersed in the Jiangnan sword for a second. Since then, they have been fortunate enough to join the Jiangnan Jianzong, so that they can shine the ‘door’ 楣, and go back for a long time.
The next second, because of the emergence of Lin Yi, completely smashed their hopes, but also felt the danger of life, scared the fare of 'urine' flow, it is a paradise to go back.
And now I see this mysterious man in a black robe, and their hearts are more thoroughly fearful.
"I don't know, I have never heard of Jiangnan Jianzong having such a person."
Everyone here was panicked.
There are a few people in the Ding Daoming over there, the same face is blank.
The feeling of this black robes in front of people seems to be the death of the dead, the kind of silence, which makes people feel uneasy.
"I don't know, who is you!"
Ding Daoming, who lost an arm, was still the lord of Jiangnan Jianzong. He pressed the uneasiness and anxiety of his heart and looked at the people and asked.
"Do you know why I created this sword in the past?"
The black robe gaze swept over Ding Daoming’s face, but in the end he did not stop at him. Instead, he finally locked in Lin’s body.
He held the wicker in his hand and threw it to the ground after playing a few minutes.
He said this, as if he was talking to everyone around him, but looking at it at the moment, it is more like asking Lin in front of him.
"Create this sword?"

Is Jiangnan Jianzong not a few hundred years old?

"Is this person a neuropathy, or is it that he climbed out of the grave, the father of Jiangnan Jianzong?"
He Yunqi and others whispered.
"The trough, this burdock, this Lin Jiuxuan blows out the ancestors buried in the graves of others?"
Their faces are ugly, and now they are warming up and looking for an opportunity. They slid and slid for a while, and waited for someone to open a little distance and look at the black robes over there.
They didn't want to find a chance to leave, but there was only one way for Qian Jian to come. At this moment, they were still standing, and they couldn't run if they wanted to run.
"You are... ancestors!"
Ding Daoming stunned for a long while, suddenly stunned, shouting out, tone, and quite shocked.
He had just come out of the underground secret room. At that time, he saw that it was only the corpse of Jiangnan Jianzongzu, who was struck by the iron rope hooks. Where would he think that such a short effort, really scams!
"Is it really a grandfather?"
Lin also wraps through the body, still bleeds, hangs a breath, has long been weak to the unskilled Dai Jianjian, squint, and then cough.
"Zu Shiye has not died yet! It is really the luck of my swordsman!"
"The bombing was blown up. Now the ancestors have been smothered by this kid. He can’t die without real reason!"
"Terror is like this, rumored that the ancestor of the ancestor, that is the top master of the sword-opening mountain! This boy, this time cool."
"Doing my sword, you must!"
The four elders who had been frightened by the sword array and dared not to fight directly, one by one, blowing their beards and blinking, slaped their hands and slaped their eyes, and looked at the side with gaze.
"The reason why you created this sword is not related to me. I only know that when I come here, it is the sword of your sword, and your time is not much. How many years have you been hanging in one breath, waiting for me? Can you kill you?"
Lin also looked at the black robes in front of him and laughed.
The black robes in front of the eyes are different from the imprisoned emperors in Jing Nanshan. The emperor is a blood pool of four spirits, and it is in the fortune of the ruined Huangquan. This will not die for thousands of years.
And this black robe, under the shackles, countless deadly, ‘yin’ is so powerful, if not to leave a sigh of relief before death, to enter the state of suspended animation, I am afraid that it has already become a ash.
"I haven't entered Huangquan for so many years, of course I am waiting for you, Lin Jiuxuan!"
The black robe voice is hoarse, and the eyes under the black robe are even more impressive.
"wait for me?"
Lin also brows slightly wrinkled.
Lin Jiuxuan is his title in the Sinwu Continent, and this person in front of him is obviously a guy who should die in the loess hundreds or even thousands of years ago.
How could you know his name!
It’s hard to be true. One hundred thousand years ago, there was also a Lin Jiuxuan on Earth.
Lin also looked at the word 'show'.
There was a black robe who walked slowly to the side. Before he stood in the right arm of Ding Daoming’s cut, the blood-stained arm was placed on the ground, the arm was in the palm of his hand, and he grabbed the handle.
He slowly bent over and took the handle of the sword from the palm of his hand, holding the hilt with one hand.
"you know me?"
Lin also looked at him and asked.
"I don't know you, but I know Lin Jiuxuan!"
The black robe is holding a clear, and the voice is a bit illusory.
He held the sword in his right hand, slightly sideways, and his left foot was light. The next second was already to Lin Yi!
"Fast speed!"
"I can't see at all when he moved!"
"This is a fake, not even a shadow!"
The black robe is extremely fast, and everyone else is shocked.
He held Dunqing, the sword of Dunqing, in his hand, white and glamorous, Guanghua dazzling, the next second he had already backhanded, Jianfeng to Lin Yi’s neck.
Lin also faces the 'color' dull, sticking out a finger, the fingertips are steady and the point is in the back of the sword, and this seems to avoid the inevitable sword ~EbookFREE.me~ directly bounce.
Ding.
This finger looks dull, but the fingertips contain a strong force.
The right hand of the black robe holding the sword did not hold back a few trembles, but he did not retreat, his eyes were more chilly, and he stabbed again with a sword.
He stabbed a sword, and it seemed that there was only one sword, but in a few breaths, it was already a full seventy-two swords. Every sword rolled up the sound of the wind and it seemed to separate the air completely. .
The Jianfeng style is a deep sword mark on the ground.
In this scene, it was seen that He Yunqi and others were shocked, and Ding Daoming and others were full of enthusiasm.
However, it is difficult for the black robe to touch the Lin Jiuxuan!
He is like a fish squatting in the sea. If you are a dragon and a phoenix, you can avoid countless swords.
"Who is your mouth, Lin Jiuxuan."
Lin also leaned on his body, his eyes were cool, he was dodging from the left and right, occasionally sticking his fingertips, and he was in the clearing of the Qing Dynasty.
In order to directly kill the black robes in front of him, Lin also wants to know why he knew the three words of Lin Jiuxuan 100,000 years ago.
"Lin Jiuxuan is Lin Jiuxuan! If you call Lin Jiuxuan, then I am killing you!"
The black robe voice is cold and the sword is stronger.
"The heavens and the earth, there are countless Lin Jiuxuan, but there is only one person who has to open the "door" of Lin Jiuxuan."
"You have to wait for Lin Jiuxuan, if it is me, then you are really white for thousands of years, ‘wave’ has cost your way back.

Lin also shook his head, laughing at himself, his tone, and quite a bit of sorrow.