"So, where am I?, "Where am I myself?!"

Amid the chuckle, Zhang Fan's voice came out from afar, as if he was asking himself, and as if he was asking...

"I am me!"

"I practice hard throughout my life for the sake of longevity and longevity, and for my freedom of mind and not to be controlled by others.

"Are you still going to be merciless today?"

If Zhang Fan Ying said "can hold" and immediately obtained the inheritance of the sword cultivation lineage, he had accumulated countless years of power in the central sword domain.

Although these forces cannot be completely digested immediately, they are enough to make him invincible in the Pill Stage. Even if he advances to the Nascent Soul in the future, it will be a smooth road.

Of course, these powers are not without cost. The three questions of the Lord of Sword Soul are not Kong Ruo really accepted, and he will inevitably become a true sword cultivator, Dharma image, magic weapon, and magic power. All of them must be abandoned. Only one person and one sword can be used.

Without this purity, there would be no sharpness and glory of a sword cultivator! The question is, can Zhang Fan do this? No, he cannot! At least he cannot abandon himself and become a sword that moves forward.

Suddenly he looked up, Zhang Fan's eyes were bright and he looked straight at the Lord of the Sword Soul.

"I~Not~prepared!"

The Central Sword Domain became strangely quiet, causing the three words "I don't want to" to echo unscrupulously, spreading all corners, and echoing waves.

His goal is far from becoming the sharpest sword in the world. He just wants to be the one who holds the sword.

The expression of the Lord of the Sword Soul suddenly changed.

A masterpiece originally had a brilliant mind, as if it had gathered the power of the entire sword domain, and the palm of the heart of the ten thousand swords froze in the air.

Pressing this palm is the inheritance of the sword cultivator.

In the central sword domain, he suddenly calmed down, and for a moment he was in a state of sanity, with only one person and one sword, looking at each other for a long time.

"You... don't think about it?"

The Lord of the Sword Soul, whose always cold voice finally changed, was filled with desire and even a little begging.

Tens of thousands of years of persistence have reached the most critical moment. If Zhang Fan really doesn't want to, he can't help but be able to do so, but he can't wait for another five hundred years.

Zhang Fan smiled slightly, looked at the reaction of the Lord of Sword Soul, and became more and more confident in his thoughts. He curled his hand into his sleeve and stretched out again, a green light flashed. "Bodhi Garden! The green light that appeared in his hand looked like a miniature garden, and he was naturally obtained from Shutong's medicine field." Bodhi Garden! He pointed, a light that seemed to burst out in the middle of the ground flashed out of the Bodhi Garden. At the same time, Zhang Fan smiled and said, "Don't think about it, my heart is settled!"

Immediately afterwards, he looked to his side, the fire converged, and gradually appeared, and said, "Isn't there anyone else?"

A different kind of excitement suddenly appeared on the face of the Lord of Sword Soul.

Although there is nothing to see from the appearance alone, the clone thoughts that the Ku Taoist said cannot be underestimated, judging from the way that figure appeared, if he still did not know his identity, the countless years of the Lord of the Sword Soul would have been in vain.

The clone of the elixir! What appeared from the Bodhi Garden at this time was naturally Zhang Fan’s clone of the elixir Yinglong.

After a long time, his idea was nothing different from Jian Li. He wanted to rely on his clone to inherit the inheritance of the sword cultivator. No wonder the Lord of the Sword Soul was out of control.

"The Lord of Sword Soul, younger generations and Jian Li don't look at the expression on his face. Zhang Fan quickly remedyed it." What is the difference! What do you think of the sword cultivator as? The Lord of Sword Soul, the answer at this time is particularly human, a little Yuanyu, a little angry." He is a human, and I am also a human!" "This is the difference between me and Jian Li!" Zhang Fan's face remained unchanged and he said bluntly.

Human?!" The Lord of the Sword Soul pondered and understood what he meant.

If Jian Li is inherited, in essence, the only one who receives inheritance will be Jian Yao, not Ren, because Li Piaoping is just a puppet.

Ying Long is also a puppet now. The difference is that the hand that is holding the real human being Zhang Fan is still different in the sense.

At least, the inheritance of the sword cultivator is still continuing among humans, which is not contrary to the ancient sword cultivator. "You must know that the inheritance of the clone is different from the inheritance you receive. The Lord of the Sword Soul made the final effort." I know!" Zhang Fan nodded, his expression still firm. He did know that the sword cultivator's emphasis on his heart as he practiced along the way was far beyond all.

To endure inheritance with a clone is equivalent to avoiding the requirements for sword heart, and at the same time, it also loses the blessing of sword heart to the sword intent and the power of sword energy itself.

The sword energy emitted by Zhang Fan with the Ten Thousand Swords Tuzheng is equally important, in terms of purity and power, it is even more incomparable, let alone compared with Jianli. This is why.

Now, even if the clone really bears the inheritance of the sword cultivator, it will definitely not reach the level that his original body bears.

"No matter what, I, Zhang Fan, are only the ones who hold the sword, and will never make that sword!"

If the real ancient sword cultivator stood in front of him, he would have slashed with a sword when he heard this sentence. "If you have inheritance, in your lifetime, Zhang must find a good talent and beauty. He will pass on the sword cultivator lineage. He would not know that the clone in front and the deity were both humans and said, "Forget it!" Then, a long time poked out, and the peak was on the forehead of the clone of Jiedan.

"Boom!"

The understatement of the action seemed to shake the foundation of the normal central sword domain. The violent vibration, the flying sword, the riotous sword energy, and the surging sword pool turned the entire world into the end of the sword.

A huge force emerged from the void and penetrated into the body of the Lord of the Sword Soul, and then rushed into the Killing Pill clone from that palm. The terrifying sword energy turned into flowing water to wash away.

Flames, flames all over the sky.

This flame was not something else, but kept coming out of the body of the Jidan clone, just like a large amount of magma torrent was squeezed out at the moment of a volcano eruption.

At the same time, a mouthful of blood spurted out from the mouth of Jiedan clone.

What was sprayed was not only blood, but also from the mouth. At that moment, the pores all over the body of Jiedan clone were constantly ejecting powerful spiritual power. With his body as the center, it was like a spider web. Large pieces of cracks spread, shattering into powder piece by piece.

"Broken Pill!"

Zhang Fan's expression changed suddenly. As soon as he saw this, he knew what was going on." The magpie nest was gazing.

The natural domineering and uniqueness of sword energy is fully reflected in this moment. The incomprehensible sword energy enters the body and breaks the golden elixir of the Killing Pill clone at the first time, and at the same time, the spiritual power burst out from the chair is discharged.

However, there was no spiritual power all over the clone, but only the sword energy condensed like a solid substance.

"Bang~"

A muffled sound, two lights, were forced out of the body by the Yin-Yang Mirror and Zixiao Sword that had been placed on the clone.

After waved his hand and put away the two magic weapons, Zhang Fan's expression gradually became solemn, knowing that it had reached the most critical moment.

With the movement of the Lord of the Sword Soul, the sound of rupture came from behind him. Looking up, you could see that the already broken Central Wuji Qilin Sword cracked all over the body and turned into bits of copper sand to collapse.

The aura that had been maintaining the sword's constant dissipation seemed to suddenly disappear without a trace.

Not only the Central Wuji Qilin Sword, but also the entire sword domain, have undergone earth-shaking changes.

From all directions, from the far away that was beyond your reach, it began to collapse and collapse step by step. As the inheritance progressed, the central sword domain seemed to have reached its end.

"Swish~" With a sound, a sword energy suddenly shot out from the clone's hand, condensed but did not dissipate, forming the shape of a sword weapon. As time goes by, it becomes more and more solid. If you don't look closely, it is no different from a real sword full of cold light.

"Chang-!"

At this time, the Lord of the Sword Soul shouted loudly and waved, and the silver light suddenly gathered in the sky.

In this silver light, there are fragments of the sword domain and fragments of the sword given by the Central Wuji Qi. They are all wrapped around the sword energy and condense a simple ancient sword with a seven-point similarity to the Central Wuji Qilin Sword.

"The Sword of Nature!"

Zhang Fan's eyes narrowed and swept over the ancient sword. This ancient sword was obviously the sword of the sword cultivator. The sword was there, and the sword was gone, and the sword was killed, which was the sword cultivator's cultivation.

At this time, everything was a foregone conclusion. Except for the sword domain that was still maintaining a stable speed and gradually collapsed, all the sounds disappeared without a trace. Looking around, it was filled with the bleakness like the afterglow of the setting sun, and the entire sword domain was moving towards destruction.

Since then, the clone of the sword cultivator has become the clone of the sword cultivator.

The reason why the inheritance continues to this day is more about inheriting some memories and some methods of sword cultivation.

Zhang Fan no longer paid attention to these things and allowed the Lord of the Sword Soul to instill them into the mind of the sword cultivator. It would not be too late to check them out when he needed them.

There are more important things that he needs to do now. He has hundreds of feet in front of him, and the water waves of the sword pool are endless, as if it is boiling. Obviously, the collapse of the sword domain has gradually affected the water-loving transformation of this infinite sword energy.

out.

This is the last treasure in the sword domain. Zhang Fan flashed, came to the bank of the sword pool, sat cross-legged, and with one palm, he explored the Wanjian Map from afar, stretched out, covering the entire sword pool, and slowly floated out. "Photo!" Mysterious patterns appeared on the Wanjian Map, and it could be seen that it was the five-sided sword formation that had been fluctuating over the years on the sword pool.

As the formation was running, vortexes were spread all over the thousands of swords.

These wing vortexes are like bottomless deep pits, constantly devouring the water of the sword pool that has been deposited for countless years. As this process continues, on the Ten Thousand Swords Map, the pure fiery red lotus are broken without a trace, and are completely annihilated by the almost unmeasurable sword energy and can no longer be formed.
Chapter completed!