Inverse Sword God

Xuan Tianzong, practice sword peak.

On the empty mountain, dozens of white-clothed youths were practicing swords. The dazzling spiritual power wrapped the long sword.

Not far away, a group of linen-clothed youths stared at it with envy in their eyes.

"It would be great if I could become one of them, so that I could also learn and practice swordsmanship, I'm excited just thinking about it!" said a linen-clothed boy.

"Dream! They are disciples of Xuantian Sect, and we are sword slaves. How can we practice swords like them!"

"If you want to become a disciple of Xuantian Sect, it's easy, just learn from Lin Xuan!" A yin and yang voice sounded.

All the linen-clothed teenagers laughed together, but all looked at the same place.

In the woods, there was a young man in linen, about sixteen or seventeen years old, with a handsome face and a thin body. He held a black iron long sword and kept stabbing it out. Sweat had already wet his clothes, but he didn't know it.

"Lin Xuan? Hmph, just like him, he can't become a disciple of Xuantian Sect for a hundred years! If nothing else, among us, he is at the bottom of the table. What can he do to become a disciple of Xuanjian Sect? "

"Yes, I heard that a few days ago he wanted to attack the Congealing Pulse Realm, but he failed, he vomited blood, and his cultivation level even fell to the third level of Body Refinement, and he hasn't recovered yet!" The voice was full of schadenfreude. smell.

"Just him, he has practiced the same sword technique every day for the past three months, and it's still a bland one. I guess he's been practicing stupidly!"

Many people's voices were very loud. Lin Xuan heard these words, and there was a bit of bitterness in his heart, but the hand holding the sword was even harder, and he continued to practice the sword with a sullen face.

In the course of martial arts, body refinement is the foundation, and the condensing pulse is the entry point. Only by opening the spiritual veins in the body can one have the opportunity to go further on the road of martial arts.

"Brother Wang is already at the ninth level of body refinement. If you break through to the condensing state, don't forget us!" Seeing that Lin Xuan was unmoved, these young men in linen scolded one after another, and then began to please the one around him. young man.

"That's for sure, Brother Wang will be able to break through in two months, and maybe he will become a disciple of Xuan Tianzong by then!"

Wang Yang glanced at Lin Xuan disdainfully, and then said, "It won't take two months, at most one month, I will be able to break through!"

"Really? Brother Wang is mighty..." The linen-clothed teenagers around him were flattering.

"Brother Wang, look at how arrogant Lin Xuan is, why don't you teach him a lesson."

Wang Yang was dissatisfied with Lin Xuan in his heart for a long time. He glanced at the disciples in white who were practicing swordsmanship, guessing that there was still a long time to rest, so he got up and walked towards Lin Xuan.

All the linen-clothed youths followed, ready to watch Lin Xuan's jokes.

Lin Xuan practiced his sword with all his heart, he rushed forward, and the long sword in his hand stabbed straight away, the sword light flashed, and a sword mark was left on the tree trunk.

In fact, they didn't know that Lin Xuan had been practicing this trick for three years. From that day on, he practiced this sword technique every day, no matter what the situation, he never stopped.

Whoosh! A pebble flew to the back of Lin Xuan's head, and there was a sound of breaking through the air.

Lin Xuan leaned forward, dodging the blow dangerously and dangerously, he stopped and looked a little angrily. I saw Wang Yang and a group of linen-clad teenagers standing not far away, looking for trouble.

"Yo, the movement is good, can you escape this?" Wang Yang said with a smile.

"What's the matter with you?" Lin Xuan shook the long sword in his hands and said in a deep voice. Just now, if he was slower, there would be a blood hole in his head. He has no grievances with these people, but they are so vicious!

"I heard that you have practiced swordsmanship for three months, and you must be very powerful. Take it out and let us see it."

Lin Xuan looked at them coldly without saying a word.

"Why, don't you dare? Or you have been practicing for three months, and there is no effect at all?" Wang Yang laughed arrogantly.

"Brother Wang, show him a hand and let him know how powerful you are!"

"Kid, let me tell you what swordsmanship is!" Wang Yang stepped forward, a fierce breath gushing out from his body, like a dull volcano that could erupt at any time.

"As expected of the ninth rank of body training, the breath alone makes me uncomfortable!" Many young men in linen said in shock.

Wang Yang sneered, he pulled out the steel sword, danced a sword flower, and then stabbed Lin Xuan with a sword.

All the linen-clothed teenagers widened their eyes, trying to see Lin Xuan's powerless fall to the ground. They were already tired of this guy who didn't fit in. Everyone is a sword slave, what kind of uncle are you pretending to be!

Lin Xuan sighed, and some pale hands held the black sword. The next moment, his eyes became extremely sharp.

Draw the sword, rise up, pierce the sword, withdraw the sword.

Everything happened in the blink of an eye. When everyone came back to their senses, they found that Lin Xuan had put away the black iron sword and stood coldly.

"Impossible, it's impossible!" Wang Yang turned back in horror, a strand of his hair was cut off, and there was a bloodstain on his neck, and the blood was gushing out.

hiss!

Everyone gasped. They never imagined that Wang Yang's ninth-rank body training would be defeated by Lin Xuan, who was at third-rank body training, and it was a one-shot victory.

"Who is this Lin Xuan, and what kind of swordsmanship does he practice?" This was everyone's question.

"What's going on, what are you doing around here, you want to rebel!" A sharp voice sounded.

"It's broken, the disciples of the Xuantian Sect are going to rest." The youths in linen shivered, smiling faces on their faces, and greeted the white-clothed disciples.

"Master, are you thirsty, this is Jiu Ye Ling tea, I made it overnight!"

"Young master, the Secret Spirit Pill, restore your physical strength quickly, you can take one."

All the linen-clothed teenagers humbly took care of the white-clothed disciples, even Wang Yang was no exception. He put away his terrified expression and quickly ran towards a white-clothed disciple.

"Master, your medicine pill." Wang Yang said respectfully.

The young man took the medicine pill, swallowed it, and glanced at Wang Yang's neck, his brows suddenly wrinkled.

"What's the matter, how did you get the injury on your neck?" asked Chen Feng, a young man in white.

"Lord, master..." Wang Yang's body trembled a little. If he let the master know that he lost to a third-rank body training person, I'm afraid his end would be miserable.

At this time, other white-clothed disciples also gathered around, some sword slaves told what happened, and everyone looked at Lin Xuan.

"A sword slave, how dare you be so bold, believe it or not, this young master killed you!"

"It seems that you are becoming more and more unruly!"

"Master, he is Miss Tang Yu's sword slave." Someone reminded.

"Oh, Tang Yu changed sword slaves? Why didn't I know."

"What, do you have an opinion?" A crisp voice came from outside the crowd, and then, a girl in a pale white tights walked in.

This girl has delicate facial features, fair skin, a proud figure, and slender legs.

Many people secretly swallowed their saliva, and even those white-clothed disciples had dry lips and glittering eyes.

"Lin Xuan, let's go." Tang Yu directly ignored these people, threw the sword in his hand to Lin Xuan, and left side by side with him.

"Do you just let them go like this?" Some disciples disagreed.

"Don't worry, Tang Yu, I can't move, but a little sword slave will kill him in minutes. Don't you want to go into the mountain tomorrow to prepare for that? Bring this kid and let him have a good experience!"

"Dare to provoke me, Chen Feng, you are dead!" The white-clothed disciple looked at Lin Xuan's back with a cruel smile.

Lin Xuan followed the long-legged beauty all the way, attracting the attention of many people. Of course, most of these eyes were directed at Tang Yu.

Tang Yu didn't care about these eyes at all, she looked at Lin Xuan with a smile and said, "I saved you, how are you going to repay me?"

"Well, thank you very much." Lin Xuan said seriously.

"you--"

The girl clenched her silver teeth lightly, her face was puffed up, and she stared at Lin Xuan with a bad look, but she seemed to think of something, she blinked and said softly, "Lin Xuan, there is something wrong with my sword, you help me. Let me see."

The girl handed over a long sword. The dark green scabbard was made of high-quality monster skin. It faced several gems and shone in the sunlight.

Lin Xuan didn't care about this at all. He grabbed the long sword, pulled out the blade, and watched it carefully.

The water-blue sword body is like the sky, but there is a small black spot on the tip of the sword, which dims the luster of the entire long sword a lot.

"Hey, you don't care about your sword at all." Lin Xuan muttered as he slashed his finger with the blade of the sword, allowing blood to flow out. He tapped his finger with blood, and soon the black spots disappeared. After that, Lin Xuan let fresh blood flow through the entire blade of the sword again, and then stopped the movement in his hand.

"Okay." He handed the long sword to the girl.

The girl happily took the long sword and swung it a few times in the air, making a whistling sound.

"Stand!" The girl shouted coldly when she saw Lin Xuan turned around and left.

"Tang Yu, the sword has been repaired for you, what else do you have to do?" Lin Xuan sighed and said helplessly.

"I want to practice swords, you fight with me." Tang Yu angrily drew out his long sword.

"Eldest sister, you are a fourth-order Pulse Condensing Spiritualist. You let me, a third-order Body Refinement spiritual disciple, fight with you, and you want to kill someone!" Lin Xuan immediately refused.

The disciples who reach the condensing state are called spiritual scholars, while those who reach the body refining state are called spiritual disciples.

"Don't worry, I won't use my spiritual power." Tang Yu's mouth curled into a smile, and when he turned his wrist, the blue long sword suddenly stabbed towards him.

"This girl is really playing!" Lin Xuan was shocked, and quickly raised his sword sideways to block, with a ding sound, the two swords intersected, and Lin Xuan only felt a strong force coming, which knocked him back three steps.

"I didn't use spiritual power!" Tang Yu said with a smile, the long sword in his hand changed again, like a gust of breeze hitting Lin Xuan.

"Hee hee, this is my newly learned Qingfeng sword technique, how about you try it."

The long sword in Tang Yu's hand swayed with gusts of wind, and Lin Xuan's clothes fluttered. "Damn, it's like this again, every time you learn a new swordsmanship, use me to practice your hands!"

It has been three months since Lin Xuan came to this Xuantian Sect as a sword slave. During these three months, he did not know how many times he was tortured by this little devil.

Thinking of this, he heard a stab, and his clothes were drawn into a long mouth. Lin Xuan was annoyed in his heart, and the long sword in his hand began to counterattack frequently.

Although he has never been able to get through the spiritual veins and can't really cultivate, but above the sword skills, Lin Xuan's talent is very high, and those ordinary sword skills become magical in his hands, as if he was born with this ability. That's why Tang Yu often asks him to practice swordsmanship.

Seeing that Tang Yu didn't use his spiritual power, Lin Xuan swung his long sword and drew a half-circle in the air, picking Tang Yu's attack aside, and then slashing directly to Tang Yu's wrist.

Tang Yu was frightened, dancing in the breeze, trying to defuse the attack, but Lin Xuan's sword was like a poisonous snake, pressing step by step, every time she accurately blocked her moves.

"Humph!" Tang Yu was annoyed in his heart, and unconsciously used his spiritual power, a ray of light emitted from the blue long sword, knocking Lin Xuan into the air at once.

Pfft!

Lin Xuan flew two meters upside down and fell to the ground. His blood was surging in his chest. In front of Lingli, he was like a boat in a sea of ​​anger, which could be overturned at any time.

"If I could open my spiritual veins, I wouldn't be reduced to this level!" Lin Xuan thought of this, his expression darkened for a while.

"God, you gave me such a good aptitude, but you made me unable to get through the spiritual veins, you play me to death!"

Seeing Lin Xuan pretending to be dead on the ground, Tang Yu walked over and kicked: "Okay, don't pretend to be dead, I don't have any strength."

Lin Xuan was in pain, he sat up and said, "Give a spiritual pill to heal your wounds, otherwise no one will accompany you to practice swordsmanship in the future."

Tang Yu gave him a white look, and reluctantly took out a vermilion medicinal pill and threw it over. Other people's sword slaves are servile and obey their masters in everything, but this Lin Xuan is better, ignoring her, and being bigger than her.

However, this Lin Xuan always has a unique opinion on swordsmanship. Warming and nourishing the sword is also better than other swordsmen, so Tang Yu just bullied him and didn't dare to really break him. Since practicing swordsmanship with Lin Xuan, her swordsmanship has improved a lot in the past three months.

"You are also a kendo genius, but unfortunately you can't cultivate spiritual power, so you can honestly follow this lady, and you won't suffer any losses!" Tang Yu comforted a few words and left.

Lin Xuan took out a small white porcelain vial, put the vermilion medicinal pill in the vial, and put it away carefully. This is an elixir for healing, and the effect is very good. He keeps the elixir away every time and uses it when he needs it.

After collecting the medicinal pills, Lin Xuan walked towards his hut. He wanted to reach the ninth level of body refining as soon as possible and try to attack the spiritual veins again.

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