Lin Fan was stunned, then said, "Don't you need it?"
Jianxin nodded. "Yes, for me, one sword is enough, so I don't need any other swords."
Upon hearing this, Lin Fan hesitated for a moment, then nodded, "Thank you very much, Junior Brother!"
Jianxin smiled slightly, "Why be so polite with your junior brother?"
Lin Fan smiled, then looked at the old man and asked, "How can I make these nine swords recognize me as their master?"
The old man said, "Show me your Sword Intent."
Lin Fan nodded without hesitation and immediately released his Sword Intent. In an instant, a terrifying Sword Intent spread from his body.
Sensing Lin Fan's Sword Intent, the old man raised an eyebrow slightly.
Lin Fan's Sword Intent Sword Intent similar to his own, both primarily focused on killing.
"Good, good, good." He said "good" three times in a row, clearly satisfied with Lin Fan's Sword Intent.
Buzz...
Just then, the nine flying swords suddenly emitted a buzzing sound, and then trembled violently. The next moment, the nine flying swords transformed into streaks of light and rushed straight into Lin Fan's brow.
Feeling the nine flying swords within his sea of consciousness, Lin Fan smiled, still somewhat excited.
You should know that flying swords are excellent hidden weapons. If Lin Fan fights with enemies in the future, he can take advantage of their inattention and use flying swords to launch a sneak attack, delivering a fatal blow!
At this moment, the old man opened his palm, and a painting appeared in his hand.
Lin Fan and Jianxin looked curiously at the painting in the old man's palm; their intuition told them that this painting was no ordinary piece.
The old man glanced at the two of them, smiled, and then unfolded the painting. The painting depicted a man in black, holding a long sword, standing in the sky.
Opposite the man in black were countless beings, each staring intently at him. A closer look revealed anger on their faces, as if they deeply resented him. The man in black, however, remained calm, his hands clasped behind his back in the sky, his expression serene.
Lin Fan and Jianxin examined the painting with curiosity.
The old man then said, "I obtained this painting in a secret realm. I suffered heavy losses to get it."
Jianxin asked curiously, "Senior, is there anything special about this painting?"
The old man gave a wry laugh, then shook his head. "I don't know."
"Have no idea?"
Lin Fan and Jianxin were puzzled.
The old man nodded and said, "Yes, when I got this painting, I found that it was no different from any other painting."
Lin Fan said, "That shouldn't be the case. I feel this painting is not simple."
The old man smiled. "It's not simple. Otherwise, why do you think I've kept this painting all this time?"
With that, he sighed deeply, "Alas, perhaps I am not destined for this painting, so I have not gained anything from it."
After saying that, he looked at Jianxin and smiled, "This painting is for you; see if you have a connection with it."
Jianxin hesitated for a moment, then looked at Lin Fan, about to speak, when Lin Fan suddenly said, "I've already obtained those nine flying swords, so this painting is for you."
Upon hearing this, Jianxin smiled, "Thank you, Senior Brother."
Lin Fan said, "You're being too polite."
"Hahaha!"
Jianxin laughed loudly, then said, "Junior brother is wrong."
Lin Fan smiled and shook his head, saying nothing.
At this moment, the old man rolled up the painting and handed it to Jianxin, saying, "Take it."
Lin Fan nodded without hesitation and reached out to grasp the painting. The moment he grasped it, the painting suddenly erupted with an extremely terrifying Sword Intent, and in an instant, the entire world trembled violently due to the Sword Intent.
Outside the wooden house.
Xiao Lan suddenly looked towards the wooden house and asked gravely, "What's going on?"
Gu Xun'er also looked on with a solemn expression.
Su Chen's gaze was calm, his eyes devoid of any emotion, but he felt a slight surprise when the Sword Intent first appeared.
He whispered, "The Dao that transcends the Immortal Realm..."
As he spoke, a slight smile played on his lips. "Interesting."
Inside the wooden house.
The old man frowned as he looked at Jianxin, then shook his head with a wry smile. "It seems I truly have no fate with this painting."
Jianxin's eyes were closed at the moment. When he opened them, he found himself in another place.
He looked around, his brow furrowing slightly, because he realized that he was in the exact same place depicted in the painting.
Just then, a man in black suddenly appeared in front of him. The man in black was handsome, with graying temples, and looked like an ordinary person.
At the same time, space suddenly ruptured, and millions of powerful figures surged out of the arena, each with an overwhelming and terrifying aura.
The leader was a middle-aged man dressed in a blue robe, who was staring angrily at the man in black.
Seeing this, Jianxin fell silent. After a moment, he murmured, "Could I have wandered into a painting? But why didn't they notice me? Could it be... they can't see me?"
In the distance, the man in black calmly looked at the middle-aged man, "You guys are really annoying."
The middle-aged man roared, "You dared to kill the young master of my Bai Household! You deserve to die!"
The man in black gave the middle-aged man a deep look, but said nothing.
"Kill!"
At this moment, the middle-aged man suddenly gave an order, and in the next instant, millions of terrifying auras locked onto him. Then, those millions of powerful figures rushed towards the man in black.
The terrifying power soared to the heavens, causing this entire space-time to tremble violently before shattering.
The man in black stood with his left hand behind his back and a long sword in his right. Looking at the millions of terrifyingly powerful warriors charging towards him, he shook his head slightly. "Why must I kill them?"
As soon as he finished speaking, his eyes suddenly turned cold, and the temperature of the entire world seemed to drop sharply. Even Jianxin, who was far away, couldn't help but shiver.
Just then, the man in black slowly raised his right hand and then gently swung it. This sword strike was very ordinary, just like an ordinary person casually wielding a longsword.
Pfft!
As the sword was swung, the millions of powerful figures suddenly stopped in their tracks, their faces filled with confusion and boundless fear.
The next moment!
Millions of powerful individuals were instantly severed at the waist by an invisible Sword Intent!
Not a single one survived!
They were all cut in half at the waist!
In an instant, millions of corpses, cut in half, fell to the ground—a truly horrifying sight.
Seeing all this, Jianxin's throat bobbed, a sense of fear rising in his heart, while his face was filled with disbelief.
Millions of powerful individuals were wiped out in an instant?
Thinking this, he suddenly looked at the man in black.
How come this person is just as outrageous as our master?
Are powerful earthquakes, each worth millions, really something that can be wiped out in seconds?
Holy crap!
It's a monster!
At this moment, Jianxin was completely dumbfounded; he hadn't expected the man in black to be so strong.
At that moment, the man in black slowly turned his gaze to Jianxin, and then smiled slightly.
Upon seeing the man in black looking at him, Jianxin's expression froze instantly, and he stood rooted to the spot, not daring to move an inch.