Inverse Sword God

This sword glow is very sudden, and the angle is tricky. What's more important is that this person's breath is the eighth-order condensing pulse.

"Junior Brother Lin, be careful!" Luo Qingshan had no time to stop him, so he could only remind him loudly.

Lin Xuan glanced indifferently, that gaze was like a sharp sword, piercing the heart.

The disciple who shot the shot trembled, and a trace of fear rose inexplicably in his heart. But already halfway through, he could only grit his teeth and continue to attack.

"Humph!" Lin Xuan raised his hand slowly, and gently waved the red flame sword, without even inspiring spiritual power.

"Haha, with this little skill, you still dare to talk big!" The group of disciples who were looking for trouble laughed wildly.

On the side, Luo Qingshan was also worried, although he knew that Lin Xuan's swordsmanship was outstanding, but facing the eighth-order condensate martial artist, without spiritual power, it was too much.

Lin Xuan was expressionless and still slowly swung his long sword.

However, this action fell into the eyes of the sneak attacking disciple, but it was completely different.

What he saw was a sharp sword that lifted the sky behind Lin Xuan, looming, and the breath seemed to be like a hundred thousand mountains, and a single breath could crush a person to death.

"What is that? How could there be that kind of phantom!" The sneak attack disciple was shocked, and obviously felt resistance.

As Lin Xuan's long sword fell, the pressure grew, and finally broke out.

puff!

In midair, a figure vomited blood and retreated, very embarrassed.

When the group of disciples saw this scene, their jaws almost dropped.

"What's going on? What happened, how did you get injured?" These people ran over and asked nonchalantly, but they didn't see the mystery of Lin Xuan's sword at all.

Luo Qingshan smiled bitterly beside him, he still underestimated this junior brother.

The disciple who attacked and vomited blood was pale and couldn't say anything. He couldn't say anything because of the pain. Could it be that he saw a big sword behind Lin Xuan that was taller than a mountain? I'm afraid everyone will look at him like an idiot.

Lin Xuan stood with his sword in hand, the feeling just now was too wonderful. From his epiphany not long ago to the attack with the sword power just now, it was all related to his comprehension of the Sword Intent Seed all day long, and he felt that his fusion with the Sword Intent Seed had gone a step further.

"He must have used a demon method just now. The brothers took him and handed him over to the sect for interrogation!" said the group of troublemakers.

Whoosh whoosh!

Five or six figures soared into the air and ran towards Lin Xuan, wielding fierce moves in their hands, all kinds of rays of light shrouded Lin Xuan from all directions.

"The wind blows the clouds!"

Lin Xuan's face was sinking like water, he pulled out the big sword on the ground, and slashed out.

Above the tip of the sword, a cyan whirlwind that was more than ten feet high roared out, fell to the ground and continued to grow, and quickly ran from one to three to the rising disciple.

call! call!

The surface of these cyan whirlwinds shone with cold wind blades and swept away.

"Ah!" A scream rang out.

The five disciples in the air were all repelled by the whirlwind, and three of them were stabbed in the body by the wind blade.

Five people were repelled with one sword, and among them were the eighth-order warriors. Lin Xuan's performance could no longer be described as stunning. This was a complete evildoer.

The group of disciples looking for trouble all looked at him with fear, with hatred in their eyes, but more fear.

At this time, a disciple who had been standing in the distance without doing anything said, "You are Lin Xuan."

Lin Xuan looked up and found that there were two long swords on the other's right chest, fighting each other.

"Law enforcement team?" Lin Xuan frowned.

"You and Zhang Qian have agreed to a life-and-death duel. Three days later, the life-and-death arena will be a must."

Whoosh!

The thin letter seemed sharper than a sword at this moment, it cut through the air directly and slashed at Lin Xuan.

Golden lightning flashed in Lin Xuan's palm, and it crackled into a small ball of light, heading towards the letter cover.

Chi Chi!

The sandalwood-colored letter cut open the outermost layer of golden lightning, and moved on with a sense of coldness.

However, more lightning surged out, and when it was about a third of the way, the letter didn't move at all, and it just lay quietly in Lin Xuan's hands.

"Huh?" The law enforcement disciple said lightly.

In the eyes of outsiders, he just shot it casually, but he himself knew that this blow contained a lot of dark energy, and even an eighth-order condensate martial artist might not be able to catch it.

"The cultivation base is at the seventh rank of Condensation Pulse, but has the combat power of the eighth rank of Condensation Pulse. No wonder he dares to fight against Zhang Qian." The law enforcement disciple whispered.

Lin Xuan held the letter, his face was sinking like water, three days later, the fight was more than ten days earlier than he expected.

"It seems that we need to consolidate the newly comprehended sword intent." Lin Xuan has no fear in his heart. As long as he completely grasps the newly comprehended sword intent, his combat power will be doubled immediately.

Without staying at Yujianya, Lin Xuan returned to his residence.

The golden sword intent in his body was bigger than before, and now the sword moves he used were almost as powerful as Xiaocheng's sword stance, which was still a trace of sword intent.

You must know that even if it is Xiaocheng swordsmanship, I am afraid that few disciples of the entire Xuantian Sect can comprehend it. After all, this kind of thing is too ethereal and requires extremely high comprehension. Besides, not everyone thinks that Lin Xuan can plant the seeds of sword intent in his body.

With the Sword Intent Seed, Lin Xuan only needs to dig and cultivate slowly. As long as the time is enough, when the Sword Intent Seed grows, the Sword Intent in it will naturally be understood by him.

All day long, he was comprehending the Sword Intent Seed.

The next day, just before dawn, Ye Qing knocked on the door and told Lin Xuan that Murong was looking for him.

"Looking for me?" Lin Xuan looked at a loss. He sorted out and went out, but he kept guessing in his heart.

Seeing Murong Qianling, Lin Xuan felt a little nervous in his heart.

"The day after tomorrow, you will fight Zhang Qian to death, how sure are you?" Murong Qianling's voice was cold.

Lin Xuan was stunned for a moment. He didn't expect that Murong Qianling asked him this kind of question. After thinking about it, he replied, "If Zhang Qian is still at the eighth level of the Pulse Condensation Realm, I'm 60% sure."

"Sixty percent!" Murong Qianling's eyes flickered, "I want to know what your reliance is?"

Seeing Lin Xuan's doubts, she continued, "If you can't convince me, I won't let you die! After all, you are half my apprentice."

Lin Xuan took a deep breath, there was a hint of warmth in his heart, Yuanli Murong teacher was worried about him.

The Sword Intent seeds in his body vibrated slightly, and Lin Xuan exuded an aura, like a peerless sword unsheathed, making people unable to look directly.

"Jian Shi!" Murong Qianling was moved for the first time, her red lips trembled slightly, and she exclaimed, "Xiao Cheng Jian Shi!"

Lin Xuan's sword intent has not yet been formed, and it appears to be very similar to the sword, which is exactly what he wants. He didn't want to expose the sword intent prematurely. After all, this kind of thing is too mysterious, and no one can comprehend it for hundreds of years.

Murong Qianling recovered from her initial shock. She stared at Lin Xuan and said slowly, "Swords alone are not enough!"