Chapter 1763: : Eye of Nightmare

The first seven hundred and sixty-three chapter: the pupil of the nightmare
No one would have imagined that such a grotesque sword was hidden in the sword box of the Master Fengjian Pavilion, which contained several famous swords.
Half sword!
As soon as the half-cut sword came out, the look of the Master Fengjian Pavilion became extremely calm, even when holding the famous sword of Jinyu, it did not become like this.
But the half-cut sword did not permeate in a strong manner, and even Fang Lin could not feel any special features of this sword, as if it were an ancient sword that had been broken.
But since this sword can be so valued by the master of the sword, it shows that this sword is definitely not as bad as it looks.
I didn't think much, even if this half-cut sword was really powerful, then Fang Lin would have to learn about the power of this sword.
The eight flame golden lotus quietly fell, carrying a terror that was enough to burn everything, and all went towards the master of the sword pavilion.
Even the indestructible powerhouse must be intimidated by the eight flame golden lotus.
The main face of Fengjian Pavilion is expressionless, and the expression is extremely indifferent. The look of Fang Lin is like looking at a corpse.
Half of the remnant sword waved quietly in his hand, and he saw a gray sword air flew out, and eight flame golden lotus rushed into this sword air.
In the blink of an eye, the eight flame golden lotus all made a popping sound, as if the flame fell into the water, it was directly extinguished.
Without causing any waves, the eight flame golden lotus dissipated in this way, and did not hurt the Lord Fengjian Pavilion at all.
This scene made Fang Lin's pupils shrink, and his heart felt particularly shocked.
This is the flame released by the sky fire spirits of the eight ancient lamps of the flame god, so it was so annihilated? The power of the half-cut sword has been terrified so far?
Lord Fengjian Patriarch didn't speak, and half of the residual sword waved again, and the gray sword gas was like a cow's hair, coming towards Fang Linwu.
Fang Lin pulled away and did not want to use his physical body to resist these gray sword qi. Even if the real dragon is extremely powerful, this is not the reason why Fang Lin can squander at will.
But those gray sword qi were like tarsal maggots, and they came after Fang Lin, and the speed was so fast that Fang Lin could not get rid of it.
"The strongest sword, really is not bragging!" Fang Lin secretly said, stepping on the nine-fold heavenly footwork, unpredictable body shape, but rushed towards the master of Fengjian Pavilion.
"Isn't it possible to find death?" Feng Jiange sneered with a sneer. If Fang Lin fled blindly, he wouldn't be able to take Fang Lin, but Fang Lin rushed towards himself instead. This is simply looking for his own death.
However, although the Lord Feng Jian said this on his lips, he was very vigilant in his heart. When he thought that coming to Fang Lin was impossible to do such a dizzy thing, he must rely on it.
"If you want to die, I will complete you." The half sword in the hands of the Master of Fengjian Pavilion was cut towards Fang Lin. Although the action was slow, he carried great pressure.
Fang Lin's expression was indifferent, and there was a blood mark on his cheek. This was injured by the sword spirit of the half-cut sword, but Fang Lin turned a blind eye, and his holy qi continued to flow, and the ancient spear broke out in his hands. .
When the half-cut sword was about to collide with the ancient spear, Fang Lin's eyes suddenly became dark.
At this moment, heaven and earth seemed to stagnate, and everything stopped.
Master Feng Jian Pavilion was caught off guard and saw himself in front of him tens of thousands of years ago. At that time, he was just a younger junior who had studied the sword and learned the sword. The elders of the Shimen slashed with a sword, leaving a scar on this face.
This is the pain that Master Feng Jian Pavilion can't forget in his life. I have tried to forget this memory for countless times, but it is always difficult to forget.
"No!" Lord Feng Jian saw his face cut with a sword. He covered his face and fell to the ground in pain. All around him were cold-eyed and mocking fellows, but none of them sympathized with himself.
puff! ! ! !
Gu spear, pierced the chest of Fengjian Pavilion, and nailed him into the earth.
The half of the residual sword flew out of hand, and the diffused sword gas directly cut off one of Fang Lin's arms.
However, at the cost of one arm, it was a heavy blow to the Fengjian Pavilion Master. Such a transaction is very cost-effective for Fang Lin.
Fang Lin stood above the sky, the broken arm was very neat, blood flowed continuously, and countless fine needle-like sword rushed into the body.
I saw Fang Lin showing a smile, looking at the Lord Fengjian Pavilion on the earth, which was pierced by the ancient spear hole, and the corner of the mouth was a bit of a playful color.
The blood in the main mouth of Fengjian Pavilion, the body was penetrated by the ancient spear, the whole person was nailed to the ground, and the terrible evil contained in the ancient spear was also raging in his body.
It can be said that Fang Lin and Lord Fengjian Pavilion are suffering the same pain at the moment.
"You!" Master Feng Jiange's eyes widened, staring at Fang Lin above the sky, never thought he would end like this.
"I won." Fang Lin said with a smile.
The Master of the Fengjian Pavilion laughed a lot~EbookFREE.me~ But with the laughter there was more blood flowing from his mouth.
"You did win. The win was very beautiful. I didn't expect that I would lose in your hands." Feng Jian Pavilion Master said, not angry in his eyes.
"Do you still want to stop me now?" Fang Lin sneered.
Lord Feng Jian did not answer, but asked: "What did you just do?"
Fang Lin groaned: "It's just to let you go back and take a look."
Master Feng Jian Pai was stunned, and then smiled bitterly: "A moment's dream? What a powerful means, before the dream is back to eternity, good means!"
Fang Lin was silent. This was the trick he had realized after seeing the twelve murals and dreaming back to the ages. Even Fang Lin was not sure if he could exhibit it.
But now it seems that he has mastered this kind of move, but at the same time, Fang Lin will fall into the same state at the same time, but Fang Lin can wake up first than the master of Fengjian Pavilion.
If the sober is slower than the master of the Fengjian Pavilion, then Fang Lin will definitely lose.
To put it bluntly, this is an extremely adventurous move. Once it is exhibited, Fang Lin will either win or lose.
A figure came and stood in front of Fang Lin, but he was a middle-aged man with white hair and a sly expression, holding a wooden sword in his hand.
The appearance of this person made Fang Linton feel pressure, and intuitively told Fang Lin that this is a strong man who is not weaker than the master of Fengjian Pavilion.
Fang Lin is one head bigger than two, originally thought that the strongest master of Fengjian Pavilion was just a master of Fengjian Pavilion. I didn't expect there are other masters. It seems that I actually underestimated the strength of Fengjian Pavilion.
"Mr. Long Xiang, let him go." Lord Feng Jian said to the gray-haired middle-aged man.
ps: It's the third one. I just code it when I get home, and I will have a chapter later. (To be continued...)