660 One Object In The Air, The Swords In One Hand (2/2)
Rainwater dripped down his face Fan Xian suddenly gave a relieved sht he had indeed becoreat pressure The victory of Dong Mountain had already proved that no matter what level Master Ku He had reached or what kind of understanding he had of this strange es He had still lost to the Eic Perhaps it wasn't as worthless as people thought, but it was not a weapon that could change everything
Fan Xian turned his head gloomily and left the seaside He headed toward the rain-soaked Dongyi Sigu Jian was dead Dongyi had presumably sunk into sorrow and hopelessness He had to return and meet with the disciples of the Sword Hut to take control of the situation
He didn't know that he had missed a precious opportunity, one that could have opened that door Regardless of whether it was in this land or that, it was a rare opportunity Once lost, no one knehen it could coain
Fortunately, opportunity and luck, those illusory things, were always connected to huent nature and desire to know, presuain
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White srass hut This white s leaves during the depths of winter The white syi people who could see the white smoke or heard of it looked with fear and unease in that direction So in that direction
Most of the people already knew of the passing of the sword saint Fan Xian approached the door of the Sword Hut The disciples outside looked at hi in their eyes was enough to engulf hi willpower, it was still difficult to not shi+ver in fear under these circumstances
He knehere the Sword Hut's disciples' hatred cau Jian had died in a sinister pincer attack by the Qing E Great Grand official, had, without question, become a replacement object of hatred
He did not have time to consider how to placate the emotions of these disciples He only looked at the white srass hut A sliver of worry flashed through his eyes Pushi+ng open the door, he went directly to the flat ground by the sword pit Looking at the blazing fire, he walked forith unusual directness and threw a handful of soed color The bones of the Great Grand Fan Xian's action, sword intent shot out from the depths of the Sword Hut Eleven swords surrounded his body The sword intent spewed forth like snake venom At any moment, Fan Xian could be stabbed to death
Other than Yun Zhilan and Thirteenth wang, ere kneeling at the front, the rest of the 13 disciples of the sword hut were all angered by Fan Xian's action
Fan Xian felt the bone-piercing chill of the sword intents and did not make any major movements He knew that faced with the attack of 11 ninth-level aces, even if the Emperor were here, he would still have to consider if it was better to avoid a confrontation As for him, he wouldn't even have a chance to retaliate
He looked at Yun Zhilan kneeling in front and said, ”There is poison in the smoke I didn't want this white syi”
When he had seen the white sht that at the moment he had sat by the seaside, the disciples of the Sword Hut would so straightforwardly creu Jian's body After all, in his memory, there wasn't yet any habit of creu Jian's remains, powerful poison Unless it was a poison laid down by Sir Fei Jie, it would not have frozen the body and resisted the injury from the Emperor's Way of the Emperor's punch for an entire three years
Once this poison was set on fire, it would rise with the white s as Fan Xian said, but it was best to be careful
Fan Xian had secretly u Jian's body ThoseFan Xian's explanation, Yun Zhilan, as kneeling at the very front, did not turn his head He only raised his right arhts calmed In an instant, the area around the sword pit recovered its calm and sorrowful atmosphere A feord boys cried to the side and added firewood to the blaze The 13 disciples of the second generation of the Sword Hut knelt in front of the fire
Fan Xian looked at this scene and felt u Jian's death, it was Yun Zhilan, without question, who had the greatest prestige in the entire Sword Hut
Thirteenth swords, what a terrifying power Wouldn't it be great if it was his hand that controlled these swords?
Fan Xian furrowed his brows slightly Looking at the fire, he pondered this matter in his heart
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As dusk fell, Yun Zhilan entered the roo, he handed it to Fan Xian with an indifferent expression and said, ”Although I don't understand teacher's intentions, since he told ive it to you'
Fan Xian sole was still slightly waru Jian's still ware
Yun Zhilan slowly knelt down in front of hi teacher's orders, the 12 swords of the Sword Hut are placed under your orders”
Fan Xian's pupils constricted slightly and gloith a faint light
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