Chapter 357: Born by the Burial Sword

The Sword Shrine was originally the most sacred place to bury the sword in the Ancient Sword Pavilion, but if it collapsed at this moment, it was equivalent to completely burying everything inside, including Ye Fan.

At this moment, Ye Fan was still in a space full of swordsmen, and the powerful sword array destroyed everything inside the space.

Ye Fan was covered in blood, and at this moment, he was falling towards the bottomless abyss below the space with the sword array.

No one knows how deep this abyss is, and no one knows what is underneath this abyss, if it is a stream of water, Ye Fan may be able to survive.

"Woo Woo ......"

The sound of the wind swept across Ye Fan's numb face, bringing a sound of air.

"Boy, you seem to be very sad...... In the middle of the fall, the voice of the vicissitudes of life from before reappeared, although the wind was whistling, it still fell into Ye Fan's ears word for word, as if it was talking closely.

"Who are you?...... what do you want to say" Ye Fan suffered the pain of betrayal and the loss of his brother successively, and his state at the moment was almost like ashes, and he was also weak to ask questions.

In the wind, this remark was completely covered up, but the vicissitudes of life were heard clearly, and he responded lightly: "The so-called pain is just the appearance of a cowardly person, and the so-called strong is just a disguise for a person with low self-esteem.

"Neither sad nor happy, not hurt or painful?" Ye Fan heard these words, his heart shook slightly, as if he understood something, and said in surprise: "Are you educating me to be ruthless?"

"Affectionate is hurt by ruthlessness, ruthless and dyed by affection, it is the two girls who educate you!" The voice seemed to know everything, and replied lightly.

"Then what do you want to teach me?" Ye Fan's body was still falling, but his mind was completely immersed in this conversation, and he only felt that something was pulling him in the dark, as if he was about to take him to see the truth.

Whether it is sad or happy, here, it seems that everything has become unimportant, affectionate and ruthless, in the voice of vicissitudes, can not be felt.

"What I'm going to teach you is pain, compared to this pain, the previous things may not be worth mentioning!"

The tone of his voice was still flat, but as he spoke, Ye Fan suddenly felt that the things around him were changing, and the sword array that had originally fallen with him had regrouped at some point, turning into a ball, surrounding Ye Fan in the center.

Thousands of spirit swords, the tips of the swords were all pointing at Ye Fan's body at this moment, and they were about to pierce into Ye Fan's body at any time.

"What?"

Looking at the scene around him, Ye Fan was frightened all over his body, being targeted by so many spirit swords, normal people were afraid that they would be directly scared to death.

Moreover, this spherical sword formation completely blocked Ye Fan's body, making him unavoidable, and at the same time, his body was still falling.

"The sword is the head of the white soldiers, sharp, ruthless, arrogant, many people die under the sword, but few people are pierced by ten thousand swords, today since you are bent on seeking death, I will give you a chance!" The voice of vicissitudes appeared again, but with a sense of expectation.

"Can you control these swords?" Ye Fan was even more shocked in his heart, who was the person who was talking invisibly, could it be that the guardian of this sword mound could not succeed, but he could change the sword formation when he opened his mouth, which was extremely terrifying.

"Prepare to bear the taste of ten thousand swords!" The voice did not answer Ye Fan's question, but only said to himself.

The next moment, the swordsmen around Ye Fan seemed to have received some kind of order, and stabbed towards Ye Fan together.

"Puff puff!"

The muffled sound kept appearing, these swordsmen did not bring out blood on Ye Fan's body, but continued to sink into his body, above the abyss, it was originally the world of swords, and at this moment all the swordsmen rushed towards Ye Fan's body.

The mysterious voice called the Ten Thousand Swords Piercing Body is really the case in terms of quantity.

Ye Fan fainted in pain from the first sword piercing into his body, and then he was awakened by the pain and fell into such a cycle.

The feeling at this moment can no longer be described as life is worse than death, thinking is hidden and disappearing, as if it has become a fragment of memory, this is definitely the darkest memory fragment in Ye Fan's life.

When Ye Fan returned to his normal thinking, he was shocked to find that he was already in a stone cave.

In the cave, there is only one stone table and two stone benches, and at this moment, an old man with short hair and inch head is sitting on a stone bench, looking at Ye Fan with a smile.

"Boy, since you're awake, sit down!" the old man gestured to the humble stone bench in front of him.

"Senior, you ......" Listening to this familiar voice, Ye Fan was shocked, and just wanted to stand up, but found that his body was as heavy as lead, and the next moment he fell back to the ground.

"How does it feel to wear ten thousand swords?" Looking at Ye Fan who was struggling on the ground, the old man asked with a smile.

When Ye Fan heard this, he just rolled his eyes, he didn't know how to answer at all, that feeling, he didn't want to suffer a second time.

"You are the master of the Qingfeng Sword, since you have a relationship with it, you also have a relationship with my Ancient Sword Pavilion, today you were born with a sword, with ten thousand swords, you should change yourself, otherwise, you will never want to stand up in this life!" strange words appeared in the old man's mouth again, and his tone was also full of seriousness.

"Qingfeng Sword?" Ye Fan was taken aback, and the next moment he saw that the bronze ancient sword that had been with him for a long time had fallen into the hands of the old man at some point.

The old man's wrinkled palm stroked the sword body, and said with emotion: "The original sharp sword, now after a thousand years, has ended up like this, it's really sad and lamentable!"

Listening to the old man's words, Ye Fan's mind was also greatly affected, he knew that this ancient sword must have an extraordinary origin, but he never wanted to have a direct connection with the Ancient Sword Pavilion.

"In this world, I'm afraid that only the Heavenly Sword can be called a real divine sword!" Ye Fan also couldn't help but sigh, his face was full of gloom.

If Ye Linglong hadn't rebelled, this Heavenly Sword would definitely be in Ye Fan's pocket, after all, as long as Ye Fan was given the power to recover his spirit, no matter how fast Lin Huasheng's speed was, it would not be able to compare to the power of teleportation.

The surging power of the Heavenly Sword was still in front of Ye Fan's eyes at this moment, but it was a pity that in reality, it was already extremely far away from him.

"Hahaha!" Listening to Ye Fan's words, the old man suddenly burst out laughing, as if he had heard something extremely ridiculous.

"Senior, what's wrong with you?" Ye Fan looked at it suspiciously, he endured ten thousand swords piercing, and he didn't die, he suddenly came to this strange place, and when he saw this mysterious old man, the confusion in his heart never stopped.

"If the Heavenly Sword is as simple as you can see, it can't be called a sword of the world!" the old man laughed for a while before he explained lightly.

"What is the real Heavenly Sword?" Ye Fan couldn't believe it in his heart, the old man's words were obviously full of deep meaning, something he didn't know.

"The real Heavenly Sword has always been by your side, it's it!" the old man's old face brought a chuckle to him, and he stretched out a finger and pointed into the distance.

Outside, in the midst of the ruins, a sword-like stone seemed to be guided by some kind of guidance, and was trembling wildly.

The sword-like stone trembled, and as it was at the beginning, it shot out an endless white glow, but the ten thousand sword rays at this moment were a hundred times richer than when Sun Zheng was killed.

In just an instant, the Ancient Sword Pavilion, which covered an area of thousands of miles, was wiped out by the light of ten thousand swords and turned into a flat land.

The sword-shaped stone also disappeared into place along with the ruins......

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