The sword master once again grasped the natal sword, this time holding the hilt with both hands.
It seems that the three-foot-long natal sword weighs as much as a thousand pounds, and I am afraid that it will fall to the ground accidentally.
This time, his speed was not fast, just like an ordinary old man, stumbling forward.
Wherever the natal sword passes, the space seems to be divided into two halves. Although the speed is not fast, no one dares to underestimate the power of this sword.
Qin Fan frowned slightly, his face serious.
He didn't expect that the sword master could still use his sword, and it was still such a powerful sword.
Of course, this sword is definitely not as powerful as the one just now, but at this moment Qin Fan is at the end of his strength.
The threat of this sword is much greater than the sword master's full-force sword just now.
Seeing the Sword Master's sword getting closer and closer to Qin Fan, Qin Fan still stood motionless.
Lan Ruoxue in the distance screamed anxiously: "Get away!"
Lan Tianfang took her hand and motioned her to be quiet: "Don't disturb him. Such a powerful sword before could not do anything to him. Trust him, he will be fine."
"Yes." Lan Ruoxue nodded, but still looked at Qin Fan with a worried look.
Li BeiJi frowned deeply. Although he did not practice, he often watched the battles between practitioners.
He understood that Qin Fan's situation at this moment was more dangerous than before.
Li Meili gloated and said with a smile: "Great, this old man is pretty good at fighting. It's best to stab this bastard Qin Fan to death with one sword!"
"Shut up!" Li BeiJi scolded: "Have you forgotten who saved you just now?"
Li Meili curled her lips and said disapprovingly: "Grandpa, he saved us, but it was also him who caused us to be caught here."
"We don't owe him, he owes us."
"You... oh, why are you so ignorant!" Li BeiJi was extremely disappointed with this granddaughter.
Li Wanqing remained silent, and even felt a little worried. Being as smart as she was, she naturally saw that Qin Fan was in a bad situation.
Mo Qianshan and others were overjoyed: "Haha, this kid finally accepted his fate. Thank you, ancestor, for saving Jue Tian Sect with his life!"
All the powerful men from Jue Tian Sect shed tears.
They all know the situation of Sword Lord. After this sword, there will be no Sword Lord in the world.
Qin Fan also knew that this sword was struck by the sword master with all his life, and even his soul was burned.
Use your life to renew the sword, and use your soul to control the sword. Regardless of whether this sword is successful or not, the Sword Lord will completely disappear from this world.
However, this sword was enough to kill Qin Fan.
Of course, Qin Fan would not sit still and wait for death. Although this sword posed a considerable threat to him, Qin Fan still had ways to save his life.
However, even if he saved his life, it would take at least a hundred years for him to recover from the trauma caused by this sword.
"I was careless after all. I didn't expect a second-level warrior to be so powerful."
Qin Fan felt a little guilty. If he had prepared in advance, why would he have been forced into such an embarrassing situation?
"Now, we can only give up the immortal sword body."
When the spiritual power is exhausted, using the immortal sword body to resist this sword is the best choice.
However, giving up the Immortal Sword Body would cause great trauma to Qin Fan.
But, he had no choice.
At this moment, Qin Fanruo felt something.
The Human Emperor's Seal, which had been quietly staying in Qin Fan's storage ring, suddenly burst into dazzling golden light.
Without Qin Fan's summons, the Human Emperor Seal flew out on its own, and the barrier of the storage ring turned out to be useless to it.
Seeing that his natal sword was less than one meter away from Qin Fan's throat, the sword master showed a relieved smile on his face.
Everything is a foregone conclusion. With such a distance, Qin Fan can no longer make a comeback.
His body began to slowly dissipate, first his feet, then his calves.
"Goodbye, boy!"
Just when he thought Qin Fan was going to die, suddenly a black shadow flashed before his eyes, and he found that his sword stopped thirty centimeters from Qin Fan's throat, blocked by a square seal, making it difficult for him to make any further progress.
clang!
It was like a heavy hammer hitting the huge copper bell.
It seemed to be mixed with the roars of billions of creatures, but only the Sword Master could hear it.
Bang!
The sword master's natal sword and his body were directly shaken away, leaving only a stunned face and a reluctant exclamation.
"Human Emperor Seal, you are from the ancient clan..."
The natal sword disappeared, and the sword master also disappeared, completely dissipating in the world, as if he had never existed.
There was silence between heaven and earth, only the sound of everyone trying to suppress their breathing.
Qin Fan frowned at all this, his mind entered the storage ring, and looked at the human emperor's seal lying quietly inside.
The Terminator, who had done everything, was lying there quietly as if nothing had happened, just like an ordinary stone that could not be ordinary.
Sword Lord's last exclamation made Qin Fan suddenly regret killing Sword Lord.
"Ancient clan, these two words have finally been heard again after many years."
There used to be a dragon with the blood of a true dragon who said he was from the ancient tribe. Now, a second-grade strong man who has lived for more than two hundred years says that he is from the ancient tribe.
What kind of existence are the ancient tribes?
Why was Jianjun so shocked when he learned that he was an ancient tribe before he died?
Why did the Human Emperor Seal take the initiative to protect him?
Are you really an ancient tribe?
Although the dragon previously said that he was from an ancient tribe, Qin Fan never believed it. He thought that Jiaolong was just the strength he brought back from the Immortal Realm, and he associated it with a powerful ancient tribesman.
But at the critical moment, after experiencing the Stone Ax Bagua Disk taking the initiative to protect him, and the Human Emperor's Seal taking the initiative to enter his storage ring, it took the initiative to protect him this time.
This series of events all illustrate one problem.
Is he really the so-called ancient tribesman?
But he was obviously just an ordinary boy on the Earth Star. Even if he accidentally entered the Immortal Realm later, he would still be no match for the ancient tribe.
Even in his three thousand years in the Immortal Realm, he had never heard of the name of the Ancient Clan.
Everything was so confusing that even the dignified Arctic Sword Emperor couldn't figure it out.
Qin Fan silently digested all this. Unexpectedly, Jianjun's last words before his death made Qin Fan become deeply interested in this world.
Sinful Land is by no means as simple as it seems.
What the gatekeepers have been guarding for thousands of years should never be so simple.
The truth, what is it?
Qin Fan closed his eyes and sorted out all the clues.
On the other side, the third elder asked with a trembling voice with his mouth half open: "Ancestor, are you gone?"
No one answered, and everyone in the Jue Tian Sect looked ashen.
They had just been given hope, but it was shattered in an instant.
This is worse than death.
It's like dying once, only to die again.
Mo Qianshan laughed, with a sad smile: "He won after all."
"Even if the ancestor renewed his sword with his life, he still lost."
"This is God's plan to destroy our Juetian Sect!"
"Everyone, take the first step!"
Mo Qianshan didn't hesitate anymore. He slashed his neck with his sword and blood sprayed out. The generation of strong men who dominated Nanzhou came to an end like this, which is sad.
