Chapter 43, Broken Sword Fragments "Roar!" The purple-winged dragon eagle stared at Lin Fan with its greedy eyes. When he roared at Lin Fan, it blew towards Lin Fan like a hurricane, like countless Like a blade, it cut through Lin Fan's clothes and across Lin Fan's cheek, breaking open blood stains. "Poof!" Lin Fan spat out a mouthful of blood again. Facing a third-level monster that was comparable to the peak of the Condensation Realm, the muscles on Lin Fan's face twitched slightly. He suddenly spread his hands and saw the Tianshu Ten spinning around him. The eight needles had just been unsealed and were spinning in front of Lin Fan, forming a circle, sometimes expanding and sometimes shrinking. "Eighteen Tianshu needles!" Lin Fan shouted, with a faint look of madness in his eyes, and pushed towards the purple-winged dragon eagle with his open hands. "Whoosh!" With the force of this push, the rotating Tianshu needles suddenly stopped. Each Tianshu needle exuded a dazzling silver light, as if it turned into eighteen streams of light, facing the sky. The purple-winged dragon eagle pierced away fiercely, and the air continued to twist wherever it passed. However, just when Tianshu Eighteen Needles was less than ten meters away from the Purple Winged Dragon Eagle, a scorching purple flame suddenly emitted from the Purple Winged Dragon Eagle's body as it flapped its wings, gradually condensing. On both wings, it finally turned into a ball of purple fire. With the last blow of the purple-winged dragon eagle, it suddenly shook and fell from the sky, like a fallen purple meteorite, falling with a crash. The eighteen streams of light transformed by the Tianshu Needle instantly hit each other hard with the purple fireball. After only confronting each other for a moment, the purple fireball exploded out of thin air, turned into a rain of fire, spread out in all directions, and instantly shook the eighteen Tianshu Needles. fly. A mouthful of blood suddenly gushed out from the corner of Lin Fan's mouth as he moved the Eighteen Tianshu Needle. Immediately, Lin Fan felt his body shake, and he flew backwards heavily and fell to the ground. "Ding, ding" The Tianshu needles fell in front of Lin Fan one by one. The aura on them was gone, and they turned into the original rusty bronze needles again. The purple-winged dragon eagle flashed its purple wings, and its feet, which were covered with dragon scale-like cuticles like dragon claws, slowly landed on the ground. The hot cyclone, with the flash of its giant wings, loomed around it, He roared to the sky, staring at Lin Fan with wild beast eyes. He must not let go of such food. He walked towards Lin Fan step by step. Seeing this, Lin Fan unconsciously crawled on the ground and slowly walked towards Back off. "Roar!" The purple-winged dragon eagle opened its huge mouth, stepped on the ground with both feet, and rushed towards Lin Fan crazily, as if an evil dragon suddenly saw food. "Purple-winged dragon eagle, damn, when did this kind of monster come here!" The old soul in the distance had just left for a while, but he didn't expect that this place would attract such a third-order peak monster. Seeing the purple-winged dragon eagle arrive in front of Lin Fan in an instant, opening its mouth even wider than Lin Fan's, baring its teeth for the first time, and suddenly forming seals with both hands quickly. "No, I absolutely can't die. I still have a lot of things to do!" Lin Fan looked helplessly at the swooping purple-winged dragon eagle, shouting in his heart, and a hint of scarlet appeared in the depths of his dark eyes. With such a color, he didn't know when he was holding a fragment in his hand, as if he suddenly woke up, like a black hole endlessly swallowing the vitality in Lin Fan's body, bit by bit, the faintness gradually emanated from this iron piece. Lin Fan, who was holding the piece of iron in his hand, seemed to be holding an extremely sharp sword. He seemed to have the illusion that he could cut off everything with just one wave of his hand. The purple-winged dragon eagle was getting closer and closer to Lin Fan, and even the rotten smell emanating from the corners of his mouth was clearly audible. At this time, a little blood red suddenly lit up in the depths of Lin Fan's pupils. "Seal the barrier!" In the distance, Hun Lao suddenly shouted as he completed the last seal. His deep and aged voice echoed throughout the Fire Poison Valley for a long time. "Ah" Lin Fan cried heartbrokenly, and subconsciously raised the hand holding the fragment in his hand, as if he was pointing an illusory sword at the purple-winged dragon eagle. "Roar!" The low voice was like the purple-winged dragon eagle wailing for the last time. Suddenly, its body was entangled with countless dark gray filaments, unable to move at all. The purple eyes that were originally full of madness reflected countless faintly The illusory blood-colored air swords were getting closer and closer, instantly penetrating the huge body of the purple-winged dragon eagle in a steady stream. "Bang!" Old Hun's illusory body in the distance suddenly shook, and there was a muffled sound in his body, which turned into layers of air waves and slowly spread out. The rocks dozens of feet high piled around Old Hun suddenly shattered. . "Sword Intent, there is such a powerful Sword Intent in the world!" A look of madness appeared on Old Soul's face, and he murmured secretly. As the last bit of Yuan Power poured into the rusty iron piece in his hand, Lin Fan's dark eyes Deep down thereThe scarlet color slowly dissipated, and his mind suddenly went blank. His whole body drooped weakly and fell to the ground. In the bottom of the Fire Poison Valley, the purple-winged dragon eagle was frozen there, still maintaining a fearful expression. The dark gray on its body was like filaments composed of runes. It suddenly shattered, and a breeze with fiery air swept across the purple-winged dragon. The eagle, like a fine dust, slowly dissipated without leaving any trace. The illusory figure of Jiujiuhunlao appeared in front of Lin Fan. Looking at the young man with a touch of tenacity on his face, he was still clutching the rusty iron piece in his hand, "I didn't expect this little trial. Lian actually ended up like this, but this kid actually picked up this thing, which is a blessing in disguise!" Old Soul sighed helplessly, and then waved his hand, and a hurricane enveloped the young man and this illusory figure slowly. Disappear here. In the cave, Lin Fan fell into a coma and slept for another three days and three nights. Finally at noon on the third day, Lin Fan suddenly woke up and looked at everything in front of him in a daze. This sleep seemed to have gone through an incomparably long time. In the dream, in addition to my sister, father, grandfather, Song Yu, and my mother back then, there was also a picture that seemed to be incomparably long ago, full of killings. These pictures seemed to be captured by In the accelerated movie, each picture flashes by, some seem real, some seem false. "Why am I here! Shouldn't I" As he spoke, Lin Fan's body suddenly trembled. He quickly checked his body carefully, and found that it was intact, without any scars. He smiled helplessly, and it seemed that his soul was gone again. He had given himself some elixir, otherwise he would never have recovered so quickly. Just as he was about to stand up, Lin Fan suddenly felt sore and almost fell down, twisting helplessly. As expected, he was indeed too seriously injured at the time, especially It was that mysterious piece of iron that almost exhausted all the energy in his body. "By the way, where's the iron piece!" Lin Fan patted his head and suddenly remembered that he was holding on to the iron piece before falling asleep. Although he picked it up casually in a hurry, the feeling in his hand was like As if holding a real sword, he waved it casually, and the world disappeared. "Boy, you're finally awake. My old man has been really busy these days!" Old Soul's illusory figure suddenly appeared on the stone bench in the cave, half-lying there, and said lazily, "You're still here?" You said, put me there alone, it was in the fire and poison, and all the monsters inside almost ate me, so you might as well run away by yourself!" Lin Fan said with a hint of reproach, "Uh" Old Soul said awkwardly: "Didn't I go find materials for refining weapons for you?" With a casual call, Old Soul actually held a huge black iron sword out of thin air, playing with it casually: "The Chongyun Sword made of Ziyan Cloud Iron, with a net weight of three thousand five hundred kilograms!" With a bang, it was thrown in front of Lin Fan and embedded deeply into the ground. "Chongyun sword, sword!" Lin Fan asked quickly: "Where is the fragment I was holding in my hand when I was asleep!" "Oh, I think that fragment seems useless, so it is embedded in this Chongyun sword! "What! That's a treasure, old man, why didn't you just melt it for me without asking me?" Lin Fan almost felt like crying without tears, thinking back to holding the iron at that time! The film feels like a dream. Being able to exude such power is definitely a treasure. I want to melt it in the soul. "Don't worry, your iron piece was just sealed by me in this Chongyun Sword, not melted into it. Besides, it can exude such a powerful sword intention. You think you can melt it if you want!" Old Hun He shook his head helplessly and said: "From now on, this heavy rhyme sword will be your sword!" After hearing this, Lin Fan felt relieved knowing that the iron piece was only embedded in the heavy rhyme sword, and he picked up the huge heavy rhyme sword with some helplessness. Yunjian weighs 3,500 kilograms and has two-thirds of the height of Lin Fan. Even if it is picked up, it is very difficult. Other people's swords are either glowing with aura or glowing. This old soul is actually Giving himself such a black iron sword, Lin Fan held the heavy sword tightly and touched the blade with one hand. It was made of the heaviest purple flame iron in the world, even far stronger than the black crystal on his body. The material of the heavy armor, the fine iron crystal, is several times heavier. It seems that this heavy rhyme sword gives people a vague feeling of simplicity. "Old Soul, the name of this double-rhyme sword is quite deceptive, but I am not a sword cultivator. Am I holding it just to exert its gravity effect?" Lin Fan asked curiously, and at this time more The Chongyun Sword has been placed heavily on the ground. Although it has no blade, it is deeply embedded in the stone ground. Although I have practiced physical fitness, the power of a punch can reach more than 5,000 kilograms, but after all, It is his strongest punch, and with such a weight of 3,500 kilograms, even Lin FanIt¡¯s too much to hold even if you hold it! "From today on, you are a sword cultivator, but I won't teach you any sword cultivating techniques until you can use this sword skillfully!" Mr. Hun's voice said without any hint of discussion: " From today on, you must carry this Chongyun Sword on your back at all times. You cannot take it down without my permission!"