Inverse Sword God

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

Lin Xuan glanced indifferently, his eyes piercing people's hearts like a sharp sword.

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

"Huh!" Lin Xuan slowly raised his hand, and the Hongyan Great Sword gently swung out, without even stimulating spiritual power.

"Haha, with this ability, dare to speak big words!" The group of troublemakers laughed wildly.

On the side, Luo Qingshan also looked worried, although he knew that Lin Xuan's swordsmanship was outstanding, but facing the Ningmai 8th-order martial artist, he didn't need spiritual power, it was too much.

Lin Xuan was expressionless, still slowly swinging his sword.

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

What he saw was that Lin Xuan's back was a sharp sword that loomed over the sky. The breath seemed to be a hundred thousand mountains, and a single breath could crush people 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 sword fell, the pressure grew stronger and stronger, and finally broke out.

puff!

In mid-air, a figure vomited blood and retreated, very embarrassed.

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

"What's the matter? What happened, how did you get hurt?" These people ran over and asked in a rush, they didn't even see the profound meaning of Lin Xuan's sword.

Luo Qingshan gave a wry smile beside him, he still underestimated this junior.

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

Lin Xuan stood holding the sword, the feeling just now was too strange.His epiphany not long ago to the attack with the sword force just now had something to do with his comprehension of the Sword Intent Seed all day long, and he felt that he and the Sword Intent Seed had taken a step forward.

"He must have used the demon method just now, the brothers took him down and handed him to the inner sect for interrogation!" said the group of trouble-seeking teenagers.

Whoosh whoosh!

Five or six figures soared into the air and rushed towards Lin Xuan, constantly waving fierce moves in their hands, and various lights enveloped Lin Xuan from all directions.

"Wind-rolled clouds!"

Lin Xuan's face was as sinking as water, he drew the big sword from the ground, and struck out horizontally.

Above the tip of the sword, a cyan whirlwind more than one foot high came out, fell to the ground and became bigger, and quickly ran towards the rising disciple.

call!call!

The surface of these cyan whirlwinds was swept away with gleaming wind blades.

"Ah!" a scream sounded.

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

One sword repelled five people, and among them were the martial artists of the eighth rank of the veins. Lin Xuan's performance can no longer be described as stunning, this is completely enchanting.

The group of trouble-seeking disciples all looked at him with jealousy, with hatred in their eyes, but more of fear.

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

Lin Xuan looked up and found two long swords on his right chest, fighting each other.

"The law enforcement team?" Lin Xuan frowned.

"You and Zhang Qian's life and death duel sect has agreed, three days later, life and death arena, life and death." After the law enforcement disciple finished speaking, he found out a letter in his hand.

Whoosh!

The thin letter seemed to be sharper than a sword at this moment, directly cutting through the air and slashing towards Lin Xuan.

A golden thunder and lightning appeared in Lin Xuan's palm, crackling into a small ball of light.

Chi Chi!

The sandalwood-colored letter cut the outermost golden thunder light, and moved on with a chill.

However, more thunder and lightning surged out, and by about one-third of the time, the letter was completely motionless, just lying 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 his secret energy, and even a rank 8 martial artist might not be able to catch it.

"The cultivation base is at the seventh stage of Ningmai, but there is the combat power of Ningmai eighth. No wonder you dare to fight Zhang Qian." The law enforcement disciple whispered.

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

"It seems to consolidate the new comprehension of sword intent." Lin Xuan has no fear in his heart. As long as he masters the newly comprehend bit of sword intent, his combat effectiveness will be doubled immediately.

Without staying in Yujian Cliff, Lin Xuan returned to his residence.

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

You know, even if it is Xiaocheng's swordsmanship, few of the entire Xuantianzong disciples can comprehend it. After all, this kind of thing is too ethereal and requires a very high level of understanding.Besides, not everyone wants Lin Xuan to be like this, the seeds of sword intent can be planted in his body.

With the sword intent seed, Lin Xuan only needs to slowly dig and cultivate it. As long as there is enough time, when the sword intent seed grows, he will naturally understand the sword intent.

All day long, he has been comprehending the seeds of sword intent.

The next day, just after dawn, Ye Qing knocked on the door and told Lin Xuan Murong Teacher to look for him.

"Look for me?" Lin Xuan looked blank, he tidied up and went out, but he kept guessing in his heart.

Seeing Murong Qianling, Lin Xuan felt a little nervous.

"The day after tomorrow you are going to fight Zhang Qiansheng to death, how confident are you?" Murong Qianling's voice was cold.

Lin Xuan was taken aback. He didn't expect that Murong Qianling would ask him such a question. After thinking about it, he replied: "If Zhang Qian is still at the eighth stage of the Negative Pulse Realm, I am 60% sure."

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

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

Lin Xuan took a deep breath, with 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 out of its sheath, making it impossible to look directly at it.

"Sword power!" Murong Qianling was moved for the first time, her red lips trembled slightly, and she exclaimed, "Xiaocheng sword power!"

Lin Xuan's sword intent has not yet formed, and it appears to be very similar to his sword. This is exactly what he wants.He didn't want to expose his sword intent prematurely, after all, this kind of thing was too mysterious, and no one might have understood it for hundreds of years.

Murong Qianling recovered from the initial shock. She stared at Lin Xuan and slowly said, "Sword power is not enough!"

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