C40 Sword Immortal Ye Fan

It was already deep into the night. The starlight that filled the sky sprinkled onto the summit of Tianhai Peak, giving the entire peak a layer of starlight.

At the peak of Tianhai Peak, Ye Fan sat on the ground, the dew wetting his red and white brows.

Casually stroking his snow-white beard, Ye Fan stared blankly at the stars in the sky, sighing in his heart. Unknowingly, so many years had passed. It seemed that he had really aged.

Slowly standing up, he stretched out his hand to smooth out the wrinkles on his green robe. Ye Fan's brows rose as he softly murmured, "The person I admire the most is a person wearing a green robe."

As soon as he finished his sentence, his feet suddenly hung in the air, and his green robe fluttered in the air. Ye Fan had his hands behind his back as he looked at Tianhai Peak. His originally cloudy eyes now seemed to have an indescribable luster to them.

"When I was young, I thought love was the most painful thing in the world. I only cultivated the Heartless Dao, which allowed me to reach the other shore. From this, I said that 'One Sword Lotus Open' was a sword of Merciless."

"Rumble!" When Ye Fan spat out the words "Lotus Break", Tianhai Peak suddenly shook violently. A short cyan sword seemed to have broken free from some sort of bindings as it rushed out from the belly of the mountain. It circled around Ye Fan, constantly humming, as if blaming its master for forgetting it for such a long time.

"There was once a dance of immortals, but who has ever seen an Azure Lotus Immortal?" Ye Fan lightly tapped his sword with his index finger, causing the Blue Lotus Sword to immediately soar into the sky, creating countless sword shadows. The sword shadows interweaved with each other to form numerous blue lotuses, and the countless green lotuses once again formed a giant lotus bud.

Shaking his head, Ye Fan no longer looked at the Blue Lotus Sword that was gradually growing further away. Instead, he took a step forward in the air, instantly causing the sky to spin and the earth to spin. In the next moment, he had already left the Sky Sea and arrived at the banks of the South Huai River.

"I had thought that when things came to their limits, there would be a different scenery. From this, I could feel the blooming of spring and summer flowers, gaining enlightenment of a Sword of Time and Time." Ye Fan looked at the surging South Huai River, his right index finger and ring finger coming together, casually slashing towards the river.

Just like that, the surging river was suddenly cut off, leaving an open space for the three of them to travel through. In the brown river mud, a sharp sword that glowed with a cold light lay there silently.

Broken River with one sword, only this much. And the sword buried in the river mud was called Broken Flow.

Ye Fan foolishly looked at the sword that had been with him for the longest time, before slowly growing determined. With a wave of his sleeve, the Broken Water Sword immediately turned into a streak of light and flew off into the distance. Not long after, the treasured sword that had left an endless legend behind in the martial arts world had completely disappeared.

Time can be broken, but old friend, your body is strong and healthy, but this old bone of mine can't be tossed around any longer.

"I will step into the Dao mercilessly, and through the passage of time, I will understand the path of emotions. I will gain the sword, and this sword will not be broken!"

The waters of the South Huai River suddenly began to boil, and countless bubbles began to rise from the surface of the river. Then, streams of water began to gush up from the river as they continuously weaved in the sky. Finally, the water turned into a three-inch-long Sleeve Sword.

This sword's name was Casus, Ye Fan's third sword!

For so many years, the common people only knew that the Blue Lotus Sword Immortal Ye Fan had five swords, each with an unparalleled crown. They didn't know that every sword contained a part of his past.

The story of the five swords was actually Ye Fan's entire life.

Since the third sword strike was called 'Sang', it naturally had its own past regarding Sang. Ye Fan's talent was extraordinary, and his cultivation in the path of the sword could be said to be the highest in the past five hundred years. However, the heavens were fair. Ye Fan didn't love rivers and mountains, nor did he love beauties. He simply loved his sword.

However, she still appeared. It was just like fate had decreed. The first time he saw her, Ye Fan would fall. For the first time, he realized that the most beautiful things in this world were not only swords, but also … She.

He really did like her. Yes, just like her, very simple.

In the dreams of youth, love was always so simple. If you liked one, you just wanted to make the other happy, that was all.

However, not everyone in this world liked that crazy Azure Lotus Sword Immortal who loved swords.

He was kind to her, and she did not refuse. Their relationship was never close, and when he asked her about things, she just chuckled.

Originally, this was quite good, but Ye Fan knew that she didn't like him.

Thus, Ye Fan left.

Soon after, Ye Fan was fighting his opponent on the riverbank, gaining enlightenment of this Flawless Sword Technique. Although he had won in the end, he had also lost.

He won the world, but he lost to her.

The corners of Ye Fan's eyes were somewhat moist, and his snow-white brows were slowly dyed with a layer of white. In his eyes, a young girl in yellow clothes was currently lowering her head, shyly smiling.

Are you all right?

"Buzz!"

The three inch long "Sentiment Slap" emitted waves of trembles in the sky, as if it was comforting this old master who had spent his entire life training in the sword, yet in the end, it still lost to him.

That's right, Ye Fan was already old. Back then, when he had personally buried his five swords, he had already become old.

This swordsman who had lived a glorious life, who seemed so unrestrained and unrestrained, had finally welcomed his old age.

Forcing a drop of blood from his fingertip, Ye Fan flicked his finger, causing the blood to drip onto the three inch long sword sleeve, instantly covering it with a layer of dark red.

It seemed as if he didn't want that drop of blood to fall on his body, but it was all in vain. Ye Fan was truly tired, so tired that he couldn't hold up his emotions anymore. Furthermore, he felt that after being buried for so many years, it was time for his emotions to appear again.

However, love didn't end up as love, because the Azure Lotus Sword Immortal Ye Fan would no longer exist in this world. As for grievance, it would always be the love of that green-robed swordsman. Although it had fallen into the hands of others, it was still nothing more than a slightly sharp sword.

In the end, he let out a long sigh, and with a flick of his finger, dispelled the drop of blood that had severed the connection between the two. Old partner, since you don't want to leave me, then let's work together one last time!

"..."

This was an ordinary little village. The villagers had been farming for generations, so much so that they rarely interacted with the people of the outside world.

"Grandpa Ye, have you not returned for a few years?" For the past few years that I have been wandering alone, have my body been strong and healthy? " A simple and honest looking man greeted Tian Long enthusiastically when he saw his elderly figure sitting cross-legged on top of the bed.

The big man didn't know how old this "Grandpa Ye" was, but he was at least a hundred years old. This was because since he could remember, this Grandpa Ye was Grandpa Ye.

After all these years, his grandfather had died, his father had died, but Grandpa Ye was still Grandpa Ye. He had also become the village's grandpa Ye for several generations.

"It's Dong Zi, I can't hold on much longer with my old bones, so I wanted to take this opportunity to take a look at our village." The old man spoke calmly, but the man called Dong Zi suddenly felt his heart skip a beat. He knew that Grandpa Ye wouldn't lie to him, but the people of the village were all brought up by this Grandpa Ye. He had long seen the old man as a living immortal.

"There's no need for this appearance. Being born old and dying from sickness is a natural thing to do. After living for so long, I should be satisfied. There's no pity." The old man chuckled and waved towards Dong Zi at the same time.

"Let's go and do your own thing. This old man should go visit other places as well."

The old man's figure slowly disappeared just like that. Two hours later, the men, women, elders, and children all gathered under the tilted willow tree at the village entrance with a sorrowful expression.

Soon, a sharp-eyed youngster found a sword, a Forgetfulness Sword, or a Floating Sword, under the willow tree where "Grandpa Ye" often sat down cross-legged.

When the River Forgotten Sword emerged, the winds and clouds stirred! The Floating Sword was raised, and the four seas were shocked!

… …

Eh, I say young people should not lament the lack of age.

The scenery of life is a good place to go.

I urge young people to cherish the old people in front of them,

Don't wait for the yellow flowers to fall!

I drank a lot of Yangtze River water and stole a few pots of celestial wine.

When I was drunk, I went to the Heavenly Dao and talked to Lu Zu in my dreams to ask for directions.

I was young, and I loved my heart and soul.

I was young and arrogant, and I had no idea how thick the day was.

Hee! When I was drunk, I was filled with the fragrance of books and rich sausages, turning the starlight into a three-foot-long blade in my hand!

When I wake up, do not sigh that I reminisce, sad belly, sad alone, should know a hundred years of life hurried, who can put down the ambition in the heart?

Hehe, dare I ask the heavens, can you let me, Ye, handle the great Dao?

"Boom!" The sky was originally clear, but with the crazy words of a crazy old man, the sky changed color in an instant.

At that moment, sand and rocks flew everywhere, and strong gales danced chaotically!

There was actually a bold mortal who dared to provoke the dignity of the gods. That was why the gods wanted to vent their anger on him!

Grabbing the wine gourd tied around his waist, the crazy old man threw his head back and gulped down a mouthful of liquor. He then pointed his middle finger at the sky and said, "Do you think I'm afraid of you?"

This was the first time in his life that he had gone crazy like this, and it should also be the last time.

This time, he wanted to vent all the pent-up frustration and frustration of the past one hundred and fifty years. It was simply too bitter.

The wind grew stronger, the thunder began to rumble, and the dancing lightning seemed to tear a huge hole in the sky. However, the crazy old man was completely unafraid, his eyes flashing with a strange light.

This was the last battle of his life, and also the most pinnacle battle of his entire life. In this battle, he would be happy and happy, and in this battle, he would truly be free and unrestrained!

He rushed at an extremely fast speed towards the lightning that illuminated the entire sky. Due to the speed being too fast, the green robe on his body began to spontaneously ignite, but he did not care at all.

After a long time, a green "lightning" and a bolt of lightning that contained rolling thunder interweaved.

During the fight, Ye Fan's green robe had long since turned to ash and his body was covered in wounds. However, the normally gentle him now had a hint of madness in his eyes, as if he didn't care about anything and was only fighting against the purple lightning with all his might!

This is the wrath of the heavens. This is the wrath of the great Dao. This is the wrath of the mortal world against the puny humans. But can this really stop the Blue Lotus Sword Immortal, who wields an extraordinary sword?

After an unknown amount of time, light appeared in the sky again, and the two bolts of lightning that illuminated the entire world disappeared.

A few green threads floated down from the sky and landed on the ground. They then turned into green smoke and dispersed into the wind.

In a field not far away, a black Longsword was inserted diagonally into the yellow ground. It was just that it lacked a sword hilt, no, it wasn't just a sword hilt.

On the surface of the cold sword, there were a few words, 'extraordinary'.

Beside the sword, a pale yellow sword tassel slowly rose into the air and disappeared.

That's right, Ye Fan was "extraordinary", Ye Wang was "unforgettable", and Ye Chen was "out of the world".

Ye Fan had died! The extraordinary sword broke! Grief Sword Disperse!

With the fall of Ye Fan, the era of the sword finally came to an end. However, no matter how many years passed in the future, there would always be a legend in the martial world — a legend of the sword, a legend of a sword immortal called Ye Fan.

However, no one would know that Ye Fan, who was seen as a perfect god, also had his own sad past. Furthermore, no one would know that his last battle was to save his own heart.

Since he had already decided to give up, he would have no regrets.

This world did not understand him, not even she. Even so, after piercing through that lightning bolt, although his entire body was covered with scars, and he was on the verge of fading away, he still smiled. In the final moment of his life, he could vaguely see a young lady wearing a light yellow robe smiling at him with her head lowered.