Inverse Sword God

The inscription in mid-air completely shocked the red-robed old man.

"What an exquisite inscription!" After a while, the red-robed old man exclaimed.

"As for your request, I need to find someone else to discuss it." The red-robed old man said, "No matter what, I will give you an answer in three days."

"Thank you, senior."

Lin Xuan bowed and walked out of the room.

Looking at Lin Xuan's back, the red-robed old man took a deep breath. This young man's knowledge of inscriptions far exceeded his expectations.

He looked at the inscription that was gradually disappearing in mid-air, and fell into contemplation.

Lin Xuan walked out of the room and walked directly outside.

The inscription just now was drawn by him under the guidance of the wine master, but he didn't expect the old man in red robe to be shocked.

"It seems that the inscription mastered by the wine master far exceeds these people." Lin Xuan was delighted.

When he walked out of Wanbao Building, the auction was just over, and the crowd was rushing out.

Through the conversation of others, he learned that the last residual picture was bought by Lin Feng at the price of 600,000 low-grade spirit stones.

"It's really a prodigal!" Lin Xuan pouted and walked towards the inn.

Behind him, there were a few obscure eyes that fell on him, and one of them was the sword-printed boy beside Lin Feng.

Seeing that Lin Xuan was staying at the Four Seas Inn, the Jianwen youth sneered and left.

Lin Xuan naturally knew about the following of these people.

But he didn't take it to heart. If these people didn't open their eyes, he wouldn't mind sending them on the road.

Back in the room, Lin Xuan used the red flame sword to set up a defensive formation, and then heaved a sigh of relief.

After calming down, he flicked the storage ring with his fingers, and a long sword appeared in his hand.

Shaking gently, a sword shadow appeared in the air, like a long rainbow in autumn water, cold to the heart.

Lin Xuan stimulated the lightning in his body, and in an instant, the golden arc climbed up the blade.

Running the spiritual power again, the golden arc disappeared, and the blue blast wrapped around the long sword, adding a bit of spirituality out of thin air.

Lin Xuan was very satisfied with this. He felt that the 450,000 low-grade spirit stones had no white flowers.

"Hmph, I don't know the severity! In my opinion, the black scabbard is a good thing!" The wine master snorted softly.

Lin Xuan's heart moved when he heard the words, he flipped his hand, took out the black scabbard, and looked at it curiously.

"Nothing special!" Lin Xuan whispered, and then urged Zi Lingtong to observe carefully, and finally used his soul power to probe inside and out.

"If it's so easy to be seen, you won't be able to get anything into your hands!" said the wine master.

"Master, what's the use of this?" Lin Xuan asked.

"You put the long sword in the scabbard." The wine master said.

Lin Xuan acted according to his words and put the Qiuhen sword into the scabbard.

"Activate both wind and thunder forces at the same time, pay attention to controlling the force, don't cut down the house!"

Lin Xuan raised his brows: "Could it be..."

He activated both wind and thunder forces at the same time, then controlled the force and suddenly drew his sword.

Chi Chi!

Under his control, the sword energy was attached to the body of the sword and was not released.

But he clearly saw that the two forces of wind and thunder were perfectly fused together, and the air within three feet in front was cut open.

"This is the power of wind and thunder!" Lin Xuan exclaimed.

He has long wanted to combine these two powers, but without the corresponding martial arts, it is difficult for him to succeed.

And now a black scabbard has solved this matter!

"It really is a good thing!" He stroked the black scabbard, his little face blossoming with joy.

"Hmph, I know I'm happy!" The wine master hummed.

"Hehe!" Lin Xuan giggled while holding the scabbard.

For the next hour, Lin Xuan had been studying the black scabbard.

He found that the more power of wind and thunder poured into it, the longer it lasted, but it could last for ten breaths at most.

That is to say, after ten breaths, the power of wind and thunder on the long sword will be separated again.

But for Lin Xuan, this was enough.

In the evening, Lin Xuan went out to have a meal, and then returned to the house again.

He lives in an independent courtyard, which is very quiet.

In the next time, he put away the Qiuhen sword and the black scabbard and began to practice the inscription.

These days he has never relaxed his practice, including martial arts practice.

The inscription is the same as the way of martial arts, like rowing against the current, if you don't advance, you will retreat.

Lin Xuan did not relax for a moment, and his inscription level was also improving rapidly.

In the middle of the night, Lin Xuan quit his cultivation state and took out spirit wine to recover quickly.

He had a hunch that someone would make a move for Qiuhen Sword.

To improve the state of the whole body to the extreme, Lin Xuan closed his eyes to cultivate.

Sure enough, in the middle of the night, he sensed the aura of a martial artist.

Spreading out his soul power, Lin Xuan grasped all the situation within a radius of more than ten meters.

On the roof, three figures approached quietly.

The corner of Lin Xuan's mouth was slightly raised, his body swayed, and he disappeared.

The three men in black covered their faces, and their breath was hidden.

"Three, what are you doing on my roof late at night?"

A playful voice sounded from behind, and the three men in black were shaken.

"Do it!" The black-robed warrior in the middle roared.

The three moved quickly, and the breath on their bodies erupted like a torrent.

Spiritual power surges, shaking the void.

The three of them were all warriors from the third level of Linghai, and the three joined forces in a triangular shape.

"Hand over the Qiuhen sword, spare you not to die!" The black-clothed warrior in the middle was hoarse.

do you mean this? Lin Xuan took out the Qiuhen sword and shook it in front of the three of them.

The eyes of the three were attracted by the long sword, and their breathing became a little short.

"Hurry up and give it to us!" the man in black roared.

"Just because of you, I'm not worthy of this sword." Lin Xuan hung the long sword on his waist.

"Boy, you are courting death!" The three black-clothed warriors were furious and shot together.

"roll!"

Lin Xuan stepped forward with the soles of his feet and let out a sound wave.

hum! The translucent sound wave swayed, and combined with the soul power attack, it directly penetrated the defensive armor of the three people.

puff! puff! puff!

The three of them were shrouded in sound waves, their whole bodies seemed to be severely injured, and terrifying cracks appeared on their bodies.

In an instant, the three became blood men.

"Go back!"

The eyes of the three black-clothed warriors were full of fear. Is this still human? They were seriously injured in one throat.

"Want to go?" Lin Xuan swayed, blocking the way for the three of them.

"You, don't mess around!" The three of them were dripping blood, their voices trembling.

"Leave the storage ring and don't appear in front of me again."

"Yes Yes!"

The three took off the storage ring on their fingers, threw it to Lin Xuan, and quickly escaped.

Putting away the three storage rings, Lin Xuan's expression did not relax, but became extremely dignified.

He felt a powerful breath appearing nearby.

Most of the nearby warriors saw Lin Xuan's attack just now.

And those who dare to shoot now are undoubtedly true masters.

Snapped! Snapped! Snapped!

Crisp applause sounded, and a boy with a sword pattern on his eyebrows appeared.

"The cultivation of Linghai Second Layer, it is not easy to be able to repel three Linghai Third Layer warriors with one move."

"However, just relying on this means to own the Qiuhen Sword, I'm afraid it's not enough!"

The breath of the sword-printed boy suddenly became fierce, as if thousands of sword lights penetrated the void.