C1616 Refining Flying Sword(last Part)

Time was like the passing of water in the eastern part of the Yangtze River. It seemed as if it would never end, yet it seemed as if time had flown by in the blink of an eye. Although the night was long, it passed by very quickly. Especially in such a stalemate, it seemed like it was already morning in the blink of an eye.

The morning light shone through the forest and onto the ground, while Lin Bai continued to refine the sword. However, compared to before, the struggles of the flying swords were becoming more and more peaceful.

Even when Lin Bai's divine sense entered the flying sword, it no longer resisted like it did before. It only resisted twice and then gave up. Feeling this sensation, Lin Bai finally heaved a sigh of relief, as a bright light flashed in his eyes. He knew that it was almost time for him to conquer the Immortal's sword and make it his own! And now was the right time to chase down the remaining Bravehearts!

"Kacha!" Without any hesitation, Lin Bai's hands formed a seal as he softly shouted out!

As he spoke, the green lotus, together with the River Tutu, carried a peerless aura of grandeur and suddenly rushed towards the flying sword! The aura was as vast as a mountain. In just an instant, the flying sword was completely engulfed!

Not only that, Lin Bai also bit the tip of his tongue and spat out a mouthful of lifeblood essence. He then formed a strange seal with his hand, causing the lifeblood essence to form a strange symbol that shot towards the flying sword!

The Righteous Qi lingered, the green lotus swayed gently, and the pressure from the River Diagram book was like a mountain. It kept going on and on until the sky was about to brighten, and when the sun finally appeared from the horizon, a smile finally appeared on Lin Bai's face.

With a gentle wave of his hand, that flying sword, like an obedient little beast, immediately landed in Lin Bai's hands. Moreover, what was even stranger was that when Lin Bai held the flying sword in his hand, he felt as if it was connected to his own blood vessels. It was as if the flying sword held tightly in his hand possessed some sort of spiritual consciousness and was giving him a very intimate feeling.

After Lin Bai sent his divine sense into the flying sword, he felt that the flying sword would be like his own soul. As long as he willed it, the flying sword would do as he wished.

"Go!" After muttering to himself irresolutely, Lin Bai's eyes revealed a hint of amusement. He lifted his hand and threw out the flying sword, chopping down at the Law Domain. There was a loud humming sound as cracks appeared all around the Law Domain. Although these cracks were quickly made up by the faith will power and the four phase power, the light that was hit clearly dimmed a little, showing how extraordinary this flying sword was.

"Good stuff, it's really good stuff!" "It's a pity that I'm not a sword cultivator, but I'm a bit of a waste of this sword." As he watched the flying sword circling and dancing around him under the control of his telepathic thoughts, Lin Bai was secretly surprised and a little disappointed.

This was because he could feel that the flying sword did not emit its full power during his previous attack. If he was a sword cultivator, his power could have increased multiple times. Moreover, for some unknown reason, he had a faint feeling that if he was a sword cultivator, after a period of nourishment, he might be able to step on the sword and walk on this inconceivable thing.

However, there's an expert in martial arts. I've walked too far along the path of the master, so it's impossible for me to turn around and become a swordsman." However, there's an expert in martial arts that I've walked too far along the path of the master, so it's impossible for me to turn around and become a swordsman.

The flying sword hummed in his palm, as if it was responding to Lin Bai's words. Holding the flying sword in his hand, Lin Bai could not help but feel heroic and unrestrained, as if he was holding onto something with his sword. Even if he were to travel the entire world, he would have nothing to fear. Furthermore, he could feel that although he wasn't a sword cultivator, the power emitted by the flying sword after that tempering method was definitely not inferior to that of an ordinary sword cultivator.

After playing with the flying sword for a while, Lin Bai slowly took out a small wooden box from the travel bag he carried with him. After opening the box, he took out a trembling, sticky and soft, as if it was frozen.

"Moon Leaf's cooking skills are quite a coincidence. This method is no worse than the mannequin in the pond!" After spreading that matter out, Lin Bai glanced at the mirror on the inside of the wooden box and couldn't help but exclaim in admiration.

The current Lin Bai was no longer that delicate and pretty young man from before. Although his face was roughly the same as before, there were many more wrinkles on his face, making him look like an experienced middle-aged man.

The thing that Lin Bai had smeared on his face before was a mask that Yushan Yue Ye had specially made for him before he left. However, although the mask was vivid, there was a flaw. It made people feel like there was something greasy on their face, and the breathing through their pores was extremely displeasing. That was why Lin Bai hadn't worn the mask when they first entered the mountain.

However, based on Ling Yun's reaction, it meant that the people from the Sword Pavilion were very clear on his identity, which was why it was extremely necessary for them to disguise him. Even if this disguise was a bit troublesome, he still had to endure it. This was not because Lin Bai was afraid of those people from the Sword Pavilion, but because for Lu Yanzhao and Chen Baian's safety, he had to be careful.

Otherwise, with his personality, who cared what tricks the Sword Pavilion had up their sleeve, he would have long ago gone all out!

At the same time, in the area where Lin Bai and Ling Yun had battled, three silhouettes with long swords on their backs suddenly appeared. These silhouettes were male and female, and although their appearances were different, their auras were extremely similar. None of them hid their auras. They were extremely sharp, just like drawn swords, cold and sharp.

Moreover, these people had expressions of extreme pride on their faces, as if they were constantly telling the outside world that they were proud sons of heaven, superior to others! This was the current situation of the Sword Pavilion. It was the pride of these sword cultivators.

"Senior Brother Ling Yun …" Looking at the broken tree trunk, Ling Yun's lifeless corpse, a seemingly eighteen or nineteen year old sword female cultivator suddenly had tears flowing down her cheeks, as she muttered.

"Junior Sister Long Cai, the dead are dead, don't hurt your spirit too much. The most important thing is to quickly find the person who killed Junior Brother Ling Yun and avenge Junior Brother Ling Yun!" Looking at the female sword cultivator's appearance, a 20-30 year old young man comforted her softly. However, he was different from the other sword cultivators. Although he had a proud expression on his face, he looked much more ordinary and gentle compared to them.

"Useless thing, don't even mention killing him, even the sword in his hand was snatched away! Such a person is truly worthy of my reputation as a sword cultivator! " As soon as he finished speaking, another young man with an expression as cold as ice, eyes full of pride said, coldly looking at Lingyun's corpse, and said: "Junior sister Long Cai, this kind of person, is not worth you crying for him!"

Although Long Cai could not bear to say these words, she still covered her mouth with her hands, trying her best not to let out any sound of choking. However, her tears could not be stopped and her appearance was extremely pitiful.

However, from Long Cai's performance, it could be seen how revered this young man's status was, as well as how domineering his ordinary attitude was. If not, how could these top-notch sword cultivators be silenced by his words?

"Junior Brother Tai'e, Junior Brother Ling Yun died just like that, and his bones haven't turned cold yet. In front of so many seniors and juniors, are you saying these words in a cold manner?" Looking at Long Cai's pitiful appearance, that young man who was a bit gentler and calmer than the others, lightly sighed.

"Senior brother Kun Wu, don't forget, whether it is Ling Yun, Long Cai, or me, we are all disciples of the Second Elder." Hearing Ku's words, Tai Ah smiled faintly. A cold glint suddenly appeared in his eyes as he coldly said, "And senior brother Kun, you are a disciple of the Great Elder. Since when did it become the turn of your Great Elder's bloodline to control our Second Elder's bloodline? Senior apprentice-brother Kunwu, I only called you senior apprentice-brother because of the rules of our school. But you must not forget, our family has only one Eldest Brother, Senior Brother Dingguang! "

Light! When Kunlun heard this, his expression froze. He immediately thought of the extremely proud and extremely terrifying young man.

"Tai'e, you …" After looking at Tai A few times, he gritted his teeth, finally suppressing the worry in his heart. After looking around coldly, he said coldly: "Right now is not the time for us to argue, the most important thing is to find the person who killed Junior Brother Ling Yun."

"Senior brother Kun Wu, don't worry about this. No matter who he is, since he injured our family members, I will naturally kill him!" Tai Ah sneered. There was no hesitation on his face. Powerful confidence exploded from all over his body. His eyes even revealed an expression of disdain, as if he didn't put anything in his eyes.

Seeing Tai'e's appearance, Kunlun couldn't help but secretly sigh, and there was also some fear in his eyes. How could he not feel the power of the sword intent that had been transmitted from this place earlier? If not for his master's insistence, how would he be willing to wade in this muddy water?

However, he could not figure out why his master, who usually did not care about such things, would be so interested in this matter, despite the fact that he had no desire to do so.

When he was about to leave, the old man had reminded him repeatedly to not take any action unless it was absolutely necessary. What else could he say? This was either the calamity that he had died in, or the good fortune that he would never be able to find.

No matter how one looked at it, these words didn't seem to come out of his master's mouth.

Although the sunlight was rising, the thick fog still covered the dense forest. Kunlun's eyes could not help but reveal a hint of worry, and there was even a hint of expectation. Not only him, but even Tai A and Long Cai were the same!

No matter who it was, as long as one was a sword cultivator, who would be able to calm down after sensing the sword intent?