Twin martial arts

Xueyu Peak, one of the nine peaks of the Holy Land of One Yuan, is covered with ice and snow all day long, and snowflakes fall like ice butterflies spreading their wings. , will admire this beautiful scenery, it is really like a fairyland on earth.

"Cuohua Zhong Shenxiu."

Arriving at the foot of Xueyu Peak, Lin Fan sincerely admired it. It was hard to imagine this scene. You know, just three meters away, the sun was still shining brightly, and the spring was full of vigor, but within three meters, there were snowflakes falling, like infinite The ice butterflies are like countless ice flowers withering. Many red plums are randomly planted beside the path, and the plum blossoms are blooming, full of a poignant feeling.

"What good luck Zhong Shenxiu?" Chen Xuandong sneered: "This Xueyu Peak was not born."

Lin Fan turned to look at him: "What do you mean?"

Chen Xuandong looked up at the iceberg sent into the clouds, and slowly said: "This is before the prehistoric years, a Gai Dai strongman slapped it with one palm, and the frosty soul power condensed out."

"what?"

Lin Fan yelled in horror: "The prehistoric years are condensed into a cold mountain with one palm? And it will not disperse after endless years?"

Chen Xuandong nodded solemnly: "This is true, and there is Jianfeng. Look closely, it looks like a battle sword, such as the array peak. According to legend, it is a shocking array. The so-called 'peak' is actually nothing but array runes. transformed."

Lin Fan's eyes were uncertain. He looked at the sword's edge, the golden lightning runes in his eyes were shining, and then his eyeballs were stinging. Under the peeping of the lightning runes, the ten thousand-foot sword's edge seemed to have really turned into a battle sword.

There is also Zhenwen Peak. Originally, there were green pines, spiritual grasses everywhere, and cranes sang, but under the eyes of lightning, everything was foggy. The green pines and spiritual grasses seemed to grow in nothingness. Those roots take root in nothingness.

Lin Fan said: "Don't tell me that the sword's edge was slashed by a human sword, and the countless disciples of Zhenwen Peak are all living in the void."

Chen Xuandong glanced at Lin Fan, and nodded: "A long time ago, a sword cultivator slashed down with his sword, and the sword intent condensed into a mountain."

"Wait a minute, my brain hurts a bit." Lin Fan patted his forehead.

A sword was slashed before the infinite years, and the sword intent condensed into the mountain. After the infinite years, it will not disperse, and after the infinite years, is there a sword cultivator who can shock the mainland and stand here?

As if sensing Lin Fan's question, Chen Xuandong looked at Lin Fan and said, "What you worry about is true, the so-called sword edge cultivation is actually just a ray of sword intent left by a strong man in prehistoric times. There are also peaks"

Lin Fan was horrified in his heart, it turned out to be the case!

But how powerful is the cultivation base to reach this step?

Turning the sword into an entity seems to be able to construct life, is this the power of good fortune?

Can the strong man in red who took Le Yao away that day and almost turned the entire Dalin County into a death zone with a single word, reach this step?

Lin Fan frowned, and finally sighed, these things are really beyond what he can understand now.

Li Guang asked a little strangely: "Brother Chen, how do you know this?"

Chen Xuandong smiled: "I know that my talent is not as good as yours, so I pay more attention to the legends of the Holy Land, thinking that if you don't understand something, you don't need to ask others."

Lin Fan chuckled, and patted Chen Xuandong on the shoulder: "My brother, and your talent will not be worse than anyone else in the future."

Chen Xuandong smiled, like the mysterious lightning in his soul, jumping more cheerfully.

Wujian opened his mouth and said, "Is this Yuan Holy Land established because there are a few powerful people who should leave their mark?"

Chen Xuandong nodded: "Nine peaks have their own inheritance, it is difficult to distinguish the strong from the weak, but the elder peak and the first peak do not recruit disciples, and the holy land is indeed as you said, because the ancient strong left and build."

Hearing this, Lin Fan frowned, because he knew that the establishment of the Holy Land was not that simple, at least not simply because of the existence of Nine Peaks.

He has seen a past event buried in the dust of history; this holy place was established by the first generation of monads, and in his perception, this first generation of monads is stronger than the strong ones who left the relics.

A contemptuous male voice sounded: "Hehe, a few bumpkins, dare to talk about the origin of the Holy Land?"

Lin Fan frowned, it turned out that they had reached the bottom of Xueyu Peak before they knew it, and the person who spoke was a young man in a white brocade robe.

Chen Xuandong asked in a deep voice, "Who are you?"

The man ignored him, seeming to ignore him as a weed, and then the man focused his gaze on Lin Fan and said, "You are Lin Fan?"

Li Guang was annoyed, who is this?How dare you be so arrogant and ignore all of them!

Lin Fan's face darkened: "My brother asked you, who are you, didn't you hear me? Is there something wrong with your ears?"

This young man was stuck on the road to climb Xueyu Peak like this, obviously harboring malicious intentions.

"Things like ants are not worth my trouble." The young man sneered, and then glanced at Lin Fan contemptuously: "Actually, if you hadn't done something damn ten thousand times, an ant like you would , is it worth my stay here?"

Lin Fan's tone turned cold: "Do you want to die?"

The young man looked at Lin Fan mockingly, and said, "Dead? Just rely on you an ant? Even if I stand here and let you hack, can you touch me at all?"

Lin Fan had a flash of murderous intent, and then a flash of inspiration flashed in his mind: "Are you that holy son of Zhenwen Peak?"

The young man nodded: "It's me."

Lin Fan sneered: "Come here for Qingluan?"

The young man's face turned cold: "The name of Qingluan, is it worthy of being called by maggots like you?"

Lin Fan let go of his killing intent without any disguise. This person is too rude, and repeatedly used insulting words to them, such as 'ants', 'antworms', and now even worse, using the most disgusting 'maggots' to describe him , too much to kill!

"Release killing intent on me?" The young man was even more contemptuous: "You are really not worthy of me, Li Xun, don't force me to slap you to death."

"Buzz!"

A battle halberd appeared in Lin Fan's hand, and he pointed at Li Xun obliquely: "Come and try."

Li Xun turned a blind eye to the heavy halberd in Lin Fan's hand that seemed to crush the void: "You are not worth fighting."

The sharp edge on Wujian's back was pulled out, and the cold light shone on Ninety Continents, with a murderous aura surging to the sky.

"It's not enough to watch together." Li Xun sneered, then looked at everyone, turned his head to look behind him, and pointed his finger: "I randomly set up a small formation, pointing at the Yinyuan Realm, if you can break through and If you survive, I will give you a chance to fight."

The stairs carved out of black ice meandered all the way up, and there was only one way to climb Xueyu Peak. At the beginning of the steps, a large formation covered the steps of the black ice, preventing Lin Fan and others the way to go.