Jianzhu's expression was completely shocked.

Meng Fan couldn't help frowning.

What's worthy of an immortal shock?

Between the valleys, the breeze blows and leaves fall.

It took a few breaths before Jianchi returned to normal, but the expression on his face was very complicated and weird, vaguely with a smile.

Then, she spit out two words.

"Meng Fan."

The moment Jianchi said these two words.

Meng Fan's brow trembled.

The space for thousands of miles also trembled.

He put one hand on the stone table and the other hand on his knees, and slowly shrugged his shoulders, making a pop of joints, and the sound was like a roar of a wild animal.

He did not know why the woman would call his name.

It is not because of the reward order. Although Meng Fan at this moment appears in his original form, the reward order is only drawn. The person who painted the reward order has not seen Meng Fan. It was drawn through the mouth of others. Although there are many similarities in Meng Fan's appearance, at least the appearance is 90% the same, but I haven't seen Meng Fan himself, and the painted portraits don't have any sense of spirit or temperament.

Meng Fan didn't believe anyone in this world could recognize him by offering a reward to Lin.

But since the woman in front of me knows her name.

It means that his decision was wrong.

He shouldn't show up.

Sure enough, the current Meng Fan, walking in the world of meaning, is startling at every step, and he can't care about it at all. After so many years, he was recognized when he first came out of the mountain!

Jian Chi looked at Meng Fan, the light in his eyes flickered: "I have chased you for many years, many, many years, from the day I stepped out of the world of meaning, you are my goal, and I look at you every day. Reward, I am collecting news about you all the time. Although there is very little news, I know you too well.

However, if it were not for you to say the word destiny, I would really not recognize you.

Liuli universe, the arrow shoots the eight-legged evil dragon, that arrow is called fate. "

The world around, the void freezes.

Meng Fan remained motionless for a long time.

Suddenly, he smiled.

"That's why you are the meaning world. You were sent out to chase and kill me, and you have been chasing and killing me from Liuli Universe."

"No, I just want to try the sword." Jian Chu said, she was very excited as you could tell.

Meng Fan said: "You are not qualified to try your sword against me."

"You and I are both immortal." Jian Chu said.

Meng Fandao:

"Eight-legged Evil Jiao and Luo Wumei were defeated in my hands."

"What's the matter with me?" Jian Chi tilted his head and looked inexplicable. This rhetorical question turned out to be so playful.

Meng Fan squinted his eyes: "It's really crazy."

"What about idiot?"

"Fool is stupid."

"Is stupid derogatory?"

"Most of the time, yes."

"Heh." Jianchi stood up slowly and took three steps back.

A hand was placed on the hilt of the slender cyan sword behind.

"Fate treats me well, I finally see you." Jian laughed happily.

Meng Fan was still sitting at the stone table, quietly watching Jianzhu.

For some reason, Meng Fan couldn't produce the slightest disgust or dislike for this woman, and it was even difficult to produce hostility.

No matter how arrogant, prejudiced, or "sit down and watch the sky," this woman is simple, simple, and even a little too simple.

All her emotions are on her face. It is not that she can't hide, nor is she unwilling to hide, but she doesn't know what hiding is. Her arrogance is arrogance, laughter is laughter, boredom is boredom, excitement, that is excitement.

Meng Fan didn't know who she was, and why such a person was sent by the world of meaning to chase and kill him, and he chased and killed him for so many years.

He just felt that this woman was not performing a task, but really, wanting to hunt down herself.

A belief, a paranoia, a desire.

Meng Fan still looked at her quietly.

Waiting for her to release the sword.

Looking forward to her sword.

The woman drew out the green sword.

It is slender and beautiful like a green snake without poison.

The moment it was pulled out, a white glow enveloped the sky and the earth.

That refiner stood blankly, it seemed that everything in the world had disappeared, only the sword was left. He was fascinated by seeing, forgetting himself, and even crying.

This sword looks so beautiful.

But it was so simple.

So contradictory.

Beautiful because it is so beautiful.

The simplicity is because this sword, from the hilt to the blade, is completely straight, or even undivided, and it is even difficult to distinguish the hilt and the blade. There is no pattern, no lettering, nothing, just like a thin strip. Emerald bronze.

Avenue to Jane.

Never go ahead.

The sword idiot held the sword and stabbed Meng Fan.

Time is unlimited, time is limited.

It seems to be Yixuya, and it seems to be forever.

Meng Fan raised his left hand and grabbed to Jian Feng.

A vortex appeared in the palm of his palm. Within the vortex, there were dots of stars. Each dot of stars was a law, transformed into a simple to solid universe.

Collide with Jian Feng.

Then, touch it.

The next Sumeru.

The green sword has returned to its scabbard like a jade embryo.

Baimang dispersed.

Meng Fan is still sitting at the stone table.

The sword idiot was still standing.

Nothing seems to happen.

But Meng Fan's left hand, on the tiger's mouth, there was a slender crack, and blood couldn't stop flowing out.

But Jianchi remained unmoved and unscathed.

Meng Fan glanced at his tiger's mouth, the next one, the tiger's mouth was closed and the blood disappeared. He raised his head and looked at Jianzhu again.

"This sword, I obviously lost." Meng Fan said lightly.

Jianzhu's expression also became plain.

"Since I was a child, he has been with me, regardless of each other's life," Jian Chi said softly. "He is not a thing in the world, he has also entered immortality. In the world of meaning, the weapons and instruments of the immortal realm are called divine weapons, and this sword has been brewing for many years."

"It hurt my body." Meng Fan said. "Are you dissatisfied?"

Jian Mo nodded: "Of course I am dissatisfied, but I understand. I originally thought that the meaning of the world is everything. Now I know what the meaning of the phrase is, you are a stranger, stepping into the immortality, the pride of the world of meaning. , Is no longer there.

You come from the emptiness I once thought of as barbaric, and not long after stepping into immortality, you took the sword that I had been brewing for a few years with your pure power, but the flesh was wounded, and the pride I used to be is no longer there.

From today, I am no longer arrogant, and I no longer only look at the world of meaning, I look into the distance, next time, we will see you again, and I will make a sword. "

Meng Fan nodded: "Okay."

Jian Mo got up and left directly.

Meng Fan quietly watched her walk away.

When the figure of the sword idiot was about to disappear, she stood around, turned around, and said to Meng Fan: "Next time, I will take the sword and you will hold the bow."

"You will die." Meng Fan replied lightly.

Sword Mad: "I have never heard of immortality will die."

Meng Fan also stood up, with his hands behind his back, looking at Jian Chi. "Eternal life is a sin. Immortal means death."