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On the floating island, Lin Yifan smiles.

Jiannan is holding the sword of the son of heaven. Step by step, the sword in his hand is still heavy, but it is not as heavy as a mountain. At least it can hold it.

Pen!

He put down the sword in his hand, panting, his face was still red, but said with a smile: "master, I pulled it out."

Lin Yifan said with a smile: "very good, then do you know the name of this sword?"

Jiannan showed doubts and shook his head: "I don't know."

Lin Yifan said: "it is called the sword of the son of heaven."

Eh?

Is that a sword handle? Isn't that the real soldier of the Lord?

Jiannan froze.

Lin Yifan went on to say, "the sword of the son of heaven is passed down from Zhuangzi. There are three swords in Zhuangzi. The first sword is called the sword of the emperor. This sword is the sharpest and can cut all things. The second one is called the sword of princes. It is the heaviest sword with great momentum. The last one is the sword of common people. It is neither sharp nor majestic, but has the posture of a sword immortal It's the most important thing in kendo

Jiannan opened his mouth slightly, half understanding.

Lin Yifan did not stop: "each of the three swords of Zhuangzi has its own inheritance, and also bears different missions. But what is this mission will be revealed only at the moment of real inheritance. So, would you like to be the next generation inheritor of the sword of the son of heaven?"

What?

The next generation inheritor of the sword of the son of heaven?

Jiannan feels that his brain is not enough. He just wants Lin Yifan to teach him the sword. That's all. As for inheriting the sword of the son of heaven, he has never thought about it and dare not think about it.

Similarly, there are others who are shocked. The students of the college who are not far away are all gaping and completely stunned.

At this moment, they also deeply regret, why not rush out of them that day? Why can't they be brave? Maybe the one who inherits the sword of the son of heaven is himself.

But they don't know, even if they really rush out, it may not happen.

Jiannan's talent is not good. Qihai was opened very late. For many people, he has missed a certain age of practice.

But Lin Yifan saw in his eyes the persistence of the sword and the stubbornness, just as he had been.

Lin Yifan said again, "would you like to?"

Jiannan finally came back to his senses. He nodded his head vigorously and his voice trembled: "I will, I will."

Lin Yifan nodded: "take it and leave here."

Jiannan opened his eyes and said, "master, don't you need it?"

Lin Yifan's face was solemn: "from the moment you pull up, the sword of the son of heaven belongs to you, and I have become the past."

Jiannan shakes his head: "then I don't want it. My Lord is about to fight. How can I have no sword in my hand?"

Lin Yifan said, "I still have a sword."

What else?

Jiannan didn't know why, so he didn't believe it. He also wanted to ask. However, he saw Lin Yifan's eyes. Deep in his eyes, there was a sword suspended, which was the sword in his heart.

At this moment, Jiannan seemed to understand that he held the sword of the son of heaven again.

Lin Yifan said: "hold it until it has the next generation of inheritors, your mission is over, now leave here."

The inheritance of the sword of the son of heaven lies in the sword of the son of heaven, so it is not necessary for Lin Yifan to teach. As for the future of Jiannan, it is a matter of time.

Jiannan took a deep breath and knelt down directly. He kowtowed to Lin Yifan three times. His eyes were firm and said: "master, don't worry. Jiannan will never fail the son of heaven's sword. It will bloom again." Like the Lord, the last word, he said silently in the bottom of his heart.

Then he left.

Not far away, everyone showed envy.

Lin Yifan has no expression.

Tiemu said: "you don't have the sword of the son of heaven. What do you want to fight with me?"

Lin Yifan said, "I still have a sword."

Hehe?

Tiemu laughed with profound meaning: "do you really think that broken sword in your heart can defeat me?"

Lin Yifan did not speak. Jiannan thought that his other sword was a sword condensed from his heart, so did Tiemu. But they did not know that he really had another sword, which was the sword of princes.

In the past, the Qing Yang ferry robbery failed, and the light of the princes' swords was completely dimmed.

White dragon brought the sword back and gave it to him, so he really had a sword.

Both sides did not speak, and the atmosphere became more and more solidified and repressed. Invisible, the strong sense of war began to erupt and swept into the sky.

Hum!

When Lin Yifan's blood touched the swords of the princes, the sound of the swords echoed through the sky.

The protoss strongman was horrified: "does he really have a sword?"

At this moment, even the iron wood was dignified. There was a sword, which was too different from Lin Yifan who had no sword. However, he was only dignified. If he wanted to take advantage of others' danger, he would have done it long ago, and he would not have waited until now.Although the swords of the princes are dim, they still bloom when they drink the blood of a quasi emperor.

After the sound of the sword, it directly rushed out of Lin Yifan's body and suspended here.

Lin Yifan got up and looked into the depths of Beiming: "Kendo, no one has ever been able to go to the end of this road. What about you?"

Tiemu laughed: "I go farther than you."

Yeah?

His mouth slightly raised, directly rushed to the depths of the northern underworld, the voice came out: "everyone stop."

Tiemu also opened his mouth to the group of powerful Protoss: "if anyone gets off the spaceship, there will be no amnesty."

It's not about gratitude and resentment, it's not about the past, it's just a fight for hegemony of their younger generation.

The two men rushed to the depths of the northern underworld. Soon, the wave of the war began to sweep out and rumble. What's more, no one could see the battle clearly.

Gollum!

On an uninhabited island, a middle-aged man in rags, holding a wine pot tightly, looked at the battle in the depths of the northern underworld. Suddenly, he took a few mouthfuls and whispered, "elder martial brother."

No one knows why Lin Yifan inherited the sword of the son of heaven before the war. Even the white dragon could not guess.

But as Lin Yifan's younger brother, how could Qin Meng not know?

After hundreds of years of fighting, although he once again broke through, and his realm and state were restored to an unprecedented height, there was something wrong with his Taoist mind. Even if Kendo had reached Dacheng, it was impossible to enter the imperial realm.

What's more, the ferocity of the iron wood made him have a bad premonition.

A moment later, LAN Xiaoxue came here and stood still beside him. He asked, "what about Xiaoxiao?"

Qin Meng body a meal, down the eyes, no language.

LAN Xiaoxue said: "how long do you want to hide?"

He still did not speak, nor did he look at LAN Xiaoxue. He just poured wine into his mouth. He seemed to think of some things in the past. The corners of his mouth wriggled and showed a smile.

He is very painful, the pain of inner distance, the heart is also in this moment to rush up.