Chapter 1198: Jianhuang Road

When Lin Feng came to the Jiange Pavilion, he found that the old man of the Jiange Pavilion had opened the door of the Jiange Pavilion and waited around the giant sword. It seemed that he was deliberately waiting for Lin Feng to come here.
Seeing this scene, Lin Feng’s look is still calm, and the dreaming hand is stepping forward, but the dream of seeing this scene is obviously stunned. For the day, Lin Feng’s strong swordsman appeared together, she was quite To be shocked, nowadays, the people of the Jiange Pavilion now treat Lin Feng with respect and respect, and they are even more curious.
At the same time, the powerful members of the Jiange Pavilion also succumbed to the dream, the sword of the ancestors, brought a woman back?
"Less Lord!" At this time, the old man headed by Jiange was facing Lin Feng. Others suddenly resisted curiosity, slightly squatting, and respectfully shouted a few masters.
Lin Feng calmly nodded, his body revealing a sense of arrogance, walking straight toward the inside.
"Less master, she is?" The swordsman whispered aloud.
Lin Feng’s eyes flashed, and a ray of light flashed through his throat. The mind was moved, and the sword of the heavens turned into a Huaguang. The fire was shot at the swordsman, the power of lightning, the power of space, the power of the wind, and the flame. The power is blooming at the same time, and the horror
"Boom!" The man’s mind trembled in his head, his face was shocking, and his hand raised his hand to block Jianwei, but his body slammed down and respectfully said: "Less master forgives!"
"The ancestor Jianwei, this is the ancestor Jianwei!" The other old men showed a fanatical look on their faces. The ancestor Jianwei, presented in Lin Feng, they seem to see the ancestors of the celestial swords when the young, the world, how Like the legendary ancestors of the past!
"I said, since then, I am Lin Feng, have my own life, my business, I am not allowed to ask a half sentence!" Lin Feng sounds cold, full of endless suffocating temperament, the power of heaven blooms Although not very powerful for the old man, it is enough to make his heart mad.
"The old slaves will never dare to ask the lesser half-sentence." The man’s head almost hangs on the ground. Seeing that Lin Fengxiu has entered the Tianwu at this moment, there is such a terrible sword. He is even more convinced that the Jiange Lin Feng’s hands have been revived, and there is still a little bit of advice. They are waiting for the day of revival, and they have waited for thousands of years!
Lin Feng snorted, his mind was moving, and the sword of the heavens returned. Then he continued to pull the dream, and the indifferent said: "I will return to the sword and everyone will not follow. In addition, after that, there is no need for someone around the sword. Keep it."
After all, Lin Feng’s figure has already entered the sword court and gradually disappeared. At this moment, for the sword, it is like a god, and can only be enshrined.
Sword no sorrow is behind the swordsman's strong, watching Lin Feng's disappearing back, biting his teeth slightly. Once upon a time, he decided to revive the sword and become the supreme sword. Lin Feng's glory at the moment is the glory he once dreamed of, everything. It seems that he has changed because of his introduction of Lin Feng and others into the sword. The fate of their swords is changing. Is it good or bad?
Lin Feng naturally does not think so much. Since Jiang Ge wanted to make him a sword slave, nowadays, he is a servant of the sword, and he is also a karma. He wants to be a sword slave, but he is now driven by him.
Who is a slave?
Lin Feng came to the Jiange sword with her dreams. It was not a vast palace. It was a faint yellow house. The old man was still in the sword. It seemed to be tired. He placed the broom on the ground, and he sat on the broom and leaned back. The wall of the sword is quite a bit of a leisurely mood.
"Predecessors!" Lin Feng will never have the arrogance of the moment, but reveals a peaceful smile. He is very respectful to the sweeping old man who gave him the sword.
"Come back!" The old man said lazily, then his hand held the ground and slowly climbed up. It seemed to be a bit difficult. Lin Feng stepped forward and lifted the old man, but he saw the old man patted the dust on his body and smiled: "It's getting older, it's not used, I don't know what day I will bury my bones!"
The old man said that he coughed twice, really like a coveted sick old man, as if he might fall into the dust at any time.
When I reached out and looked at it, I was shocked that there was a trace of blood in the palm of the old man, but it was just coughing out.
This scene made Lin Feng's face slightly stiff, his eyes showing a horrified look, really hurt!
Old man, not disguised!
"Predecessors..." Lin Feng always thought that the old man was disguised, but at this moment he saw the old man’s cough and blood smear. Although there was only one glimpse, it was obvious that the old man was really injured, and his strength for the old man’s strength. Words, this injury may be scary!
"It's okay, for many years, I have been like this!" The old man looked very free and easy, smiled casually and walked toward the sword.
Lin Feng and his dreams followed the old man's body. When he entered the sword, the door of the sword was automatically closed. The old man sat down casually. Lin Feng also sat in front of him with the old man.
"This girl is your girlfriend?"
"My wife!" Lin Feng responded.
"Yes, I can marry Xue Ling as a wife, a blessed person." The old man said casually, but let Lin Feng and his dream look a stiff, the two looked at each other.
The old man just glanced at it and saw that the dream was snowy!
"The injury of the predecessors..." Lin Feng has strengthened his own speculation. He can see the old man with a dream identity at a glance. There is no doubt about the realm of strength. Then, what a terrible injury, let him show this old state, seclusion in the sword. Hey.
"It has been said that it has not been tight for many years." The old man still shook his head.
"Predecessors, do you think this is useful." Lin Feng thought of a move, his hand appeared a pure and innocent jasper, it seems like a drop of tears, full of strong life.
"Life tears!" The old man whispered, then smiled: "The city of destiny got it, good, but for me it is still a little worse, it is rare that you have this kind of heart, keep it yourself!"
"It's still a little worse!" Lin Feng smiled bitterly. It seems that the injury on the old man is really terrible.
"Let me see where your progress is in these days of the city of destiny!"
"Yeah." Lin Feng nodded slightly, his mind was slightly moved, and the sword of the heavens appeared again. The thunder and lightning space and other powers were endless, just like living, letting the old man's eyes reveal a strange color, then nodded and said: "Good. It’s not easy to do this in a trip to the city of destiny. It’s a lot of bitterness.

"It seems that raising a sword, for you, there is no problem!"
"There is no problem in raising a sword, but it is difficult to find the conditions in the city of destiny." Lin Feng recalled the sword of the heavenly sword. In the outside world, there is no such opportunity as the city of destiny, so that he is so horrible in a short time. breakthrough.
"There will always be opportunities. I have a set of experience in the cultivation of swordsmanship in the past. Are you interested?" The old man said to Lin Feng with a smile.
Lin Feng’s look is a trembling, and naturally it is impossible to refuse.
"It is not only the experience of the swordsman predecessors, I certainly want to learn from it!" Lin Feng replied.
"Well, I am imparting it to you." The old man's eyebrows had a glimmer of light, which was directly printed into Lin Feng's eyebrows. In an instant, Lin Feng's mind had a little more memory.
Quietly feeling the extra memory in my mind, Lin Feng's nephew shot the swordsmanship, extremely sharp, as if to pierce the space.
"The world washes the heart, the heart is like water; there is no sword without me, a sword is in hand, can't be lawless!" Lin Feng muttered to himself, and exclaimed: "Swordsman predecessors, the ultimate Tianjiao!"
"Do you have any opinion?" The old man asked Lin Feng.
"Sword Emperor's predecessor red dust refines the sword heart, the heart is like water, seeking no self, I seem to have to let go of everything. However, when a sword is in hand, from then on, the sword can't be used, the sky can be broken, the world is graceful!" Lin Feng sounds no The meaning of flattery, from the heart, the sword heart, the soul of the sword, can break the world!
"Then do you need a swordsmanship?" The old man asked.
"Don't!" Lin Feng shook his head, his eyes revealing a sharp color: "The swordsman of the swordsman's predecessors, the swordsmanship, and his own kendo. Now, I don't have the honor of the swordsman's predecessors on the kendo, but Even if I can't create the kendo that belongs to me, I can continue the road of the swordsman's predecessors and realize the swordsmanship that belongs to me!"
Lin Feng said, it seems that there are flashes of gods in the eyes, unrestrained, unruly, repairing swords, Wu Jianshu, his own swordsmanship!
The old man smiled and nodded, no godshoe emperor, never cultivated the ancestors swordsmanship, ten years of raising swords, then tempered Jianxin, walked his own kendo, and set the road before the ancients!
Ps: Passionate at the end of last month, there is no trace of enthusiasm, I want to show my fists, but everyone seems to keep the flowers, and then there is no trace of eruption, so the flowers are not as good as the same month Half of it, such a traceless passion fades away every day. If the brothers think so, there is no hope at all. What is the meaning of the outbreak? Sincerely ask for a flower, it will explode tomorrow. If it is still so cold, then it will give up the flowers this month without a trace. I hope everyone can understand a heart of enthusiasm!
(two more flowers)
(two more flowers)