Kendo True Explanation

  All that came from Su Lanbeier was the memory from birth to thirty years old. This part is only one-tenth of his part, so it is estimated that he is at least three hundred years old now. Three hundred years ago, Sulan Bell was still a small workshop worker in Europe.

   Soon, the voice of Jiandian Space sounded again.

   "The newcomer, Su Lanbeier, is at the pinnacle of strength. Please classify the types. Please choose the sword code or the sword master for the spiritual contract."

  Lin Fei was completely stunned.

   "Could it be??" He listened to Jiandian's prompt in surprise. Reminiscent of Su Lanbeier's memory that suddenly came over, "Could it be that he is dead? Has he become the same existence as the countless strong men in the Sword Code?"

   This inexplicable incident made Lin Fei almost clueless.

  He unconsciously quickened his pace and walked towards the airport hotel.

  At the same time, I responded to Jiandian's question in my mind, "What will happen if it belongs to the sword master? What if it belongs to Jiandian?"

   "Belonging to the sword master, there will be a sword master who will fully bear the **** contract at the spiritual level. The spiritual level of the sword master should not be lower than that of the person being bound. Belonging to the sword code, there will be permanent control of the sword code, and all burdens will not be borne by the sword master."

Lin Fei finally understood: "The Sword Code should be equivalent to a database, adding reserve space and trial space. If the sword owner can't afford the absorbed dead strong, he can store it in the Sword Code space first, and wait until he I will take the responsibility when I have the strength. This Su Lanbeier only exchanged the real power seed with me at the beginning, and now he died suddenly without any warning?" Lin Fei knew that all the strong men who could enter the Sword Code were dead. people. He had inquired about the Sword Code long ago, and had received a positive answer. Now that Su Lanbeier suddenly entered the Sword Code, obviously, he was dead.

  Lin Fei's memory instantly freezes on the black impurity that once wanted to enter his body. If it weren't for the filtration and purification of the artifact crystal, that kind of impurity might still be lurking in his body.

"Su Lanbeier was able to enter the space of the Sword Code. He was able to contact and be absorbed by the Sword Code. Perhaps it is inseparable from that black substance." Lin Fei clearly reflected that Su Lanbeier had just absorbed the black substance. The Jiandian space will be upgraded immediately. Obviously, that time has a lot to do with this matter now.

   "Please choose the contract commitment method." See remind you again.

   "The choice is borne by Jiandian." Lin Fei responded.

   Almost instantly, the pseudo-real power in Lin Fei's body suddenly shook, and the last fragment of Su Lanbeier before dying suddenly passed into Lin Fei's mind. The shrill screams made Lin Fei's scalp tingle.

  In the intermittent clips, the scene of Su Lanbeier being weathered and shriveled until death was deeply etched in Lin Fei's mind.

   He took a deep breath. Suppress the shock in my heart.

  The black substance in the picture seems to be the culprit, but the huge black energy is still unable to handle it.

   "What if it's really the kind of emotion caused by black impurities?" Lin Fei immediately felt deeply vigilant about Jiandian. The black matter came from within the Sword Code. If there is no false true power, if there is no artifact crystal in the world of dream eaters, it may be unknown whether he can survive successfully until now.

  Boom!

   There was another loud noise in the sky banquet in the distance. Strong energy fluctuations came again

  In Lin Fei's real power induction, there are no less than seven or eight super powerhouses gathered in the position where he was just now. The huge aura condensed together, causing the dark clouds that completely enveloped the entire sky of Bucharest to continue to roll

  Lin Fei suppressed the fake strength in his body, lowered his head, and continued walking towards the hotel. The uncontrollable agitation of the pseudo-real power put him in a completely passive situation. It is still a long time before the imprint of Alisa's gate fluctuates, and the imprinted gate is not the only one. When it's time to give up, you must give up decisively.

  In the early morning, the whole of Bucharest regained its previous calm. There is no trace of the fierce conflict of last night at all.

  On the off-white street, a few scattered pedestrians walked slowly. Occasionally a few vehicles pass by. On the contrary, it seemed extraordinarily deserted.

  At the entrance of the airport hotel, some guests who are about to board the plane are already waiting here. Among the sparsely scattered guests, Lin You and his party stood out. .

  Lin Fei stood alone at the end, with Lin Youchenguang Meryl and others in front. Chris was on the phone quietly.

   "So, he finally agreed?" Lin You asked Phil in a low voice.

   "Well, I agree, but he still needs to deal with some industries here, and then go to Huaguo to find us."

   "That's great. With him joining, our strength will definitely be greatly improved." Lin You said excitedly.

   "Don't be too happy too soon. Have you forgotten the request you agreed to in a moment of heat?" Meryl said coldly on the side.

   "Peeping" Lin You's expression froze.

   "Don't be afraid of Xiaoyou, only two hundred milliliters per week is needed," Phil comforted through voice transmission.

   "The problem is every week, that is." Lin You wanted to cry but had no tears. At that time, I was moved and impulsive, and I agreed to absolutely help the other party to prevent his brother's situation from getting worse. Now it is finally time to taste the bad results.

   "Donating blood is good for your health." Phil looked sympathetic.

  Lin Fei looked at Lin You's strange expression from the side, which alternated between depression and excitement. shaking his head speechlessly

  On the street in front of the hotel in the distance, a burst of car engine sounds came from far to near, and soon came.

  The voices of the people waiting at the entrance of the hotel suddenly fell, and most of them looked up in the direction of the sound.

  On the off-white road, black cars lined up in a convoy, driving past the hotel entrance at a moderate speed. It looks very strict and dignified.

  Many people exclaimed. All eyes are on the convoy. Some car enthusiasts began to carefully identify the luxury cars among them.

  Lin Fei squinted his eyes slightly, and his eyes fell directly on a black car at the end, from which faint traces of pseudo-truth came out. There is also a little bit of the breath of the Holy See knights.

   "I didn't expect that Bo Ting succeeded." He noticed that the imprint of Alisa's Gate today seemed to be extremely weak. If it weren't for the car not far in front of him, it would be difficult for him to notice its existence. Obviously, people from the Holy See intend to secretly transport it out of Bucharest.

   "Just right." Lin Fei quietly watched the convoy slowly go away, thinking.

  In the corner on the side of the hotel, after a faint golden light shone, a figure walked out of the corner dusk and walked towards the airport along the road.

  Inside the car

  The sound of the car engine was only a little bit, and outside the window, the scenery of Bucharest quickly reversed. Through the tinted window glass, everything was stained a faint brown.

  In the back row of the car, a mixed-race girl with brown shawl and long hair was staring sideways at the window in a daze. The calm demeanor combined with the heroic and beautiful face turned into an inexplicable perseverance.

   "Alice, what's the matter? Is there something wrong?" The middle-aged woman who was driving asked suspiciously.

   "It's nothing, Elaine." Alice turned her face and smiled slightly. "Just feeling a little out of sorts."

   "Maybe it's because you've been too tired during this period. When you go back, you should have a good rest and take a leave of absence. You should be able to recover." Aunt Yilian said with a smile

   "Okay." Alice nodded.

  Eilian exhorted while driving: "Don't lose the sealed document that the two priests handed over to you last night. This represents their trust in you, so don't let it down."

  Alice nodded heavily: "Yes! I know." She hugged the small bag in her arms tightly. An invisible and inexplicable aura continued to emanate from the small bag.

   Cathedral of the Patriarchs

  The early morning light shone in from the stained glass on both sides of the church, and sprinkled on a silver-haired man in a black robe kneeling on the ground in the middle.

   "It was my negligence. I actually let the mark escape our control and tracking." The silver-haired man whispered. "What can be determined now is that the Holy See must have obtained the seal, and we cannot completely restrain them. I don't know how they will send them out here."

   Above the church, a white-haired man in a white robe was frowning and sitting quietly on the high seat.

"The imprint of Alisa's Gate is indeed a good thing. But it's not a big deal treasure, and it doesn't matter if you get it or not. Most power-level powerhouses have their own teleportation stones. Alisa's Gate The door is only aimed at middle and low-level personnel."

   "Then what does Your Majesty mean?" the silver-haired man asked softly.

   "The group meeting is about to be held, don't bother me about this trivial matter anymore. You make up your own mind." The white-haired man waved his hand impatiently, and the whole person instantly disappeared on the high seat like an illusion.

  The blond man stood up slowly, turned and walked out of the church.

  Some priests in black robes were waiting quietly outside the door.

   "How is it? What does Your Majesty mean?" An old knight in silver armor stepped forward and asked.

   "Master Vandella, Your Majesty means to let us decide on our own." The silver-haired man smiled wryly.

   "If it weren't for the fact that most of the members of the Blood Curtain are in the Blade Heights, how could these hypocrites be allowed to run rampant in the holy capital!" Fan Dela cursed angrily in a low voice.

   "If the Patriarch of Constantinople can support us, how could the situation become so dire!" A silver armored knight on the side said solemnly, with a faint golden layer on his chest.

  clang! !

  The short and crisp small bell came from a distance.

   "Okay, everyone is gone. This time, we didn't seize the opportunity. Our system is different from that of the Holy See.

  Since the people of the Holy See have covered up the breath of the imprint with the holy weapon, we have no way to continue to track it. That's all for now. There is still some time before the door of Alisa opens, and we are not without opportunities. "An old nun said calmly...).