Chapter 642

For ordinary people, even with this iron rope, they still can't walk smoothly, but for Ning fan, a master like him, as long as he has a focus, he can walk safely.

As soon as he jumped, he stood on the tightrope. The tightrope did not move. It was obvious that Ning fan's step was as light as lifting a heavy weight. Although he seemed to have great strength, he fell down hard. In fact, when his feet reached the tightrope, the strength had been completely dissolved, so the tightrope did not shake.

Ning fan's speed is very fast, like a shadow across the tightrope. The strong wind from the valley blows on his cheek, cold and piercing, but it does not interfere with Ning fan's mind.

In a moment, Ning fan's figure disappeared at the end of the tightrope.

Bang!

After landing steadily, Ning fan looks back at the tightrope. Jianzong made great efforts to build the Mountain Gate in such a dangerous place. As expected, he had a good intention. This is quite different from the practice of many ordinary schools in the world.

Nowadays, many sects in the secular world are determined to accept more disciples, and all the sects are in the downtown area or some famous mountains and rivers, which leads to the intermingle of good and bad disciples.

If you let the seven sons of sword sect go to any school to challenge, I'm afraid they will be far better than those so-called martial arts masters and leaders of all schools.

This is also the place where the founder of the sword sect had a long-term vision. He lived in the secluded mountains and had no other thoughts. Only in this way can he realize the sword wholeheartedly and finally practice the peerless sword technique.

Ning fan sighed and went on. There are no trees on both sides. All the sceneries are composed of green bamboos, or dense, living Sheila, countless.

Walking in the bamboo forest, Ning fan felt awe inspiring, as if countless Taoist Qi had locked him.

He stopped and looked left and right, but there was no sign of anyone.

He walked a distance again, that kind of awe inspiring feeling always lingers, Ning fan knows this is absolutely not his illusion, this bamboo forest must have something strange.

All of a sudden, his heart moved and he listened. The bamboo forest was very quiet. There was not even a sound. Between the heaven and the earth, everything was quiet. There was not even a wind. There was no rustling sound from the wind in the bamboo forest.

"It's weird."

Ning fan finally confirmed that his feeling is not an illusion. This bamboo forest is really strange, because there is no living creature or any sign of life, which is incompatible with the green bamboo forest, which has explained many problems.

Ning fan does not dare to delay and speeds up his pace.

After walking for half an hour, the bamboo forest gradually became scarce, the green trees replaced the green bamboo, and the awe inspiring sense of crisis in his heart disappeared.

Ning fan was relieved, just now that kind of feeling is really too bad, now more relaxed, he looked back at the bamboo forest, did not find anything strange, can only give up.

After walking for more than an hour, Ning fan arrived at the top of the mountain. Suddenly, a huge platform appeared in front of him. The pavilions were simple and magnificent. We can imagine how difficult it was to build these simple buildings.

The huge square is paved with bluestone slabs. On both sides of the square are green pines. At the end of the square is a huge building like a city tower. You can imagine how prosperous Jianzong was.

Nowadays, there are only a few people living in Jianzong, most of the rooms are abandoned, but the grand momentum is still there.

Jianzong!

On the top of the city tower, a plaque made of huge stones stands on the top of the head, and the word "Jianzong" stands out.

These two words are very simple. They are not dancing like dragons, flying like Phoenix. They are simple and simple.

"Tibetan swordsmanship stresses simplifying the complicated, invisible and invisible, which is well explained by these two words. It is not fancy, simple and true, it contains the meaning of simplifying. It seems that the founder of Jianzong established the keynote of Jianzong. "

Ning fan went to the city downstairs, looking at the two huge wooden doors closed, just want to reach out to push. Suddenly, a sword quietly appeared in front of Ning fan's feet, inserted into the ground, and the handle of the sword was humming and trembling.

This sword is sharp and decisive, Ning fan is not totally unconscious. However, he realized that the sword was not attacking his body, so he did not give in intentionally.

"Who are you?" A man appeared on the tower and asked coldly.

Ning fan looked up and saw that this man's face was cold and stern, and his cold eyes were staring at Ning fan. His eyes were full of brilliance.

"I'm Ning fan, come to visit the master of sword God." Ning Fan said in a loud voice.

"Master, shut up and won't visit."

Ning fan eyebrows pick, said: "please sword seven come to see, I have an appointment with him."

"Do you know younger martial brother?"

"Yes, I met Jianqi and his two elder martial brothers in southern Sichuan. Today, I'm here for a visit."

The people on the tower looked strange. They seemed to be hesitating. After a long time, they said, "just a moment."

Whizz!

This person jumped down from the tower and stopped in front of Ning fan.

Zheng!

The sword rose from the ground, returned to his hands and disappeared.

Ning fan was shocked in his heart. He was one meter away from the long sword. The sword returned to him automatically. This skill was amazing. Ning fan thought to himself that he couldn't do it, and he didn't know what method the other side used to defend the sword.

Ning fan arched his hand and asked, "I don't know how to address you?"

"Sword three."

Ning fan knew clearly that he was the third disciple of the sword God. His eyes were bright, and he didn't deliberately restrain his breath. It made people feel that he was like a sharp sword out of sheath, which made people feel a sense of psychological oppression.

Ning fan arched his hand and said, "nice to meet you, Mr. Jian San."

Sword three is still cold eye relative, cautiously looking at Ning fan, the light of hesitation and suspiciousness twinkles in the eyes.

Suddenly, a weak sword light flashed, and the long sword came through the air and stabbed Ning fan's chest.

Ning fan was surprised, and hurriedly flew back to avoid the sword. Sword three, like a shadow, forced up again.

Ning fan was so angry that he said, "Jiansan, what are you doing? I have nothing to do with you. Why do you want to fight against me? "

Jian San turned a deaf ear, with a firm look in his eyes. He clenched his teeth and stabbed his sword like a poisonous snake.

"If you don't stop, I'll fight back." When Ning fan came, he was attacked without asking. He was angry in his heart. Seeing Jian San didn't listen, he didn't hesitate.

Zheng!

The nameless sword came out of its sheath, and the red light flashed. Ding, the steel sword of Jian 3 was directly blocked by the grid, and then the nameless sword drove straight in, such as the Milky way falling from the sky, splashing and splitting to Jian 3.

Jian San's face flashed a little bit of horror, but he didn't retreat. As soon as he gave way, he avoided the blow. Then the sword in his hand suddenly left and stabbed Ning fan's face.

The nameless sword returns to defense quickly, and it's about to hit the steel sword. Suddenly, the steel sword turns in the air. It seems to have life. It goes around the unknown sword and stabs Ning fan's vest from behind.