Chapter 270

In the next few days, Zhang Fan followed Dao Lang around. Occasionally, he could see the motorcade and some people from various forces.

We all know in our hearts that these people are coming to the desert.

This is the most dangerous place, but also the place with the most opportunities.

Desert Dagang is the oldest existence in no man's land. Many people regard this relic inherited from ancient times as a mythical existence. Ordinary people can't imagine how powerful this sect was at that time. I'm afraid this is the only ancient battlefield like this!

The desert Dagang has existed for many years, but no one can crack the seal. Under the powerful seal, even the strong of jiutianjing seems to be powerless. This is the ultimate reason why the desert Dagang can stand on the no man's land, because no one can shake the seal at all Because of the existence of desert Dagang, it is undoubtedly a no man's land, even the whole state of Zhang, which is famous. Every time the seal of desert Dagang weakens, there will be countless strong people and forces from all directions!

It's a real club!

As for the popularity of desert Dagang, when Zhang Fan just arrived at the edge and looked at the endless stream of dark shadows like ants on the vast plain below, he clearly felt the terrible temptation of desert Dagang...

"unexpectedly So many people

In the surrounding sky, from time to time, there are people passing by. These people drive all kinds of flying mounts and Lingbao, with rainbow awns, passing through the sky, dividing the blue sky into gorgeous little squares.

"Yes, tomorrow is the time to open the seal of desert Dagang."

"It's really lively..."

looking at such a terrible popularity, Zhang Fan couldn't help but smack his tongue. He immediately looked far away and looked deep. There, vaguely, he felt an extremely obscure but unspeakable fluctuation. Under that fluctuation, even if it was as strong as haihuangya and Yuqilin, it seemed extremely small and obvious However, that should be the place where desert Dagang exists.

When Dao Lang and I came to kuwu Town, we didn't go through the desert Dagang.

It seems that Dao Lang should know some obscure routes.

With their own from these obscure route to go, this is not through the desert Dagang.

"It's worthy of being left by the ancient sects. Even after years, it's still overwhelming..." feeling that kind of fluctuation, Zhang Fan's look is also very dignified.

"This ancient sect, but also fairly make do, can have such momentum..." Shixian's voice, also at the moment, Zhang Fan in its voice, also heard a little surprised taste.

"Go back Your cold water sword should be OK. " Dao Lang said to Zhang fannu.

Zhang Fan answered and followed Dao Lang on his way back.

It's not far from kuwu Town, and their speed is very fast, so it's only an hour to get home.

These days, grandfather Dao keeps his house closed and works hard to sharpen his sword.

Under his advice, Zhang Fan and Dao Lang were not allowed to enter his house.

Zhang Fan knew why there were only two of them, but there were three or four houses.

As a master of sword casting, he has his own rules.

Just as Zhang Fan and Dao Lang were drinking tea and watching the grass, suddenly, a strong spiritual power came out of the nearby house. In this strong spiritual power, there was a little cold breath. Let Zhang Fan and Dao Lang have some breathless!

"It's done!"

Almost at the same time, they both sighed!

However, at the next moment, a more powerful momentum suddenly burst out. It's like the cold current in winter, sweeping the frost all over the sky, releasing unprecedented killing intention in the trackless Gobi.

Water, like boundless waves, the next second, was cold to freeze into frost.

Between the ups and downs, Zhang Fan only felt his own water attribute, and was crazily dragged.

Even if there is a cycle of Wanyuan daojue, Lingli keeps walking.

"What a strong momentum, such a powerful force, is it a spirit weapon?"

"No, it's not a magic weapon!"

Dao Lang talks to himself. Zhang Fan is beating wildly in his heart!

Such a treasure that is not a magic weapon has come out!

There's only one possibility. It's not a magic weapon. Is it a magic weapon!

"Boom!"

Suddenly, grandfather Dao's door was kicked open from inside.

In the room, a disheveled old man rushed out from inside, and in his hand, he was holding a dull sword. Long sword

is simple and mellow. It doesn't look special.However, the old man regarded it as a treasure and held it in his hand.

And this old man, of course, is the grandfather Dao.

Seeing this, Zhang Fan hurried forward and took the sword directly with both hands!

Suddenly, the hands of a warm feeling came, it seems, or just out of the oven not long!

In this sword, there is a kind of vicissitudes, the ancient atmosphere of recklessness, spread from it, as if people feel the power of ancient times!

"Quick, this is an artifact. Only the master's essence and blood can enlighten him! When the sword opens its mind, it penetrates the sky

Zhang Fan's eyes were full of fire, and his heart was beating wildly. Dao Lang, who was beside him, reminded him, "what are you waiting for? The cold water sword has become!"

And just at this time, not far away, there has been an inexplicable force, towards this side to come!

At the moment, Shixian is also reminding, "boy, wait, others will come to rob you!"

At this moment, Zhang Fan did not dare to neglect, stretched out his left hand, cut his fingertips, a trace of blood, impressively point into the cold water sword.

In an instant, the cold water sword sent out a light blue light and wrapped Zhang Fan tightly.

Countless inscriptions of spiritual power, crazy into Zhang Fan's body.

The next moment, all the spiritual power, all gathered together.

"Hum!"

A light sound, cold water sword, instantly exudes the glory of people!

At the same time, Zhang Fan's eyes, a touch of blue light appeared, hands dancing cold water sword, between heaven and earth, cold lingran!

"It's really a handy weapon!" Zhang Fan murmured.

At this time, not far away, three people have fallen down!

All of them stand out of thin air and walk with hands.

The middle one was dressed in a white Taoist robe, with a seven inch beard and a bamboo basket on his shoulder.

The man on the right, about eighteen years old, is a girl of outstanding youth.

On the left is an old woman with cold eyes.

The three men and five men are not all based on nothing. It seems that they all have the cultivation of Mahayana.

This kind of high - spirited look, it seems that Zhang Fan did not look in the eyes at all!

The leader of the Taoist robe said softly, "boy, hand over the sword in your hand!"