Inverse Sword God

The inscription in midair completely shook the red robe old man.:/

"What an exquisite inscription!" For a while, the red robe old man exclaimed.

"As for your request, I need to discuss with someone else." The old man in Hongpao said, "Anyway, I will give you an answer in three days."

"Thank you senior, then."

Lin Xuan bowed and walked out of the room.

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

He looked at the inscription that was gradually disappearing in the air, and fell into deep thought.

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

He drew the inscription just now under the guidance of the wine master, but he didn't expect to really shock the old man in red robe.

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

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

Through the conversations of others, he learned that the last broken picture was bought by Lin Feng for 600,000 low-grade spirit stones.

"Really a prodigal!" Lin Xuan pouted and walked towards the inn.

Behind him, a few faint eyes fell on him, and one of them was the young man with sword patterns beside Lin Feng.

Seeing Lin Xuan staying in the Four Seas Inn, the sword-patterned boy sneered, and then left.

Lin Xuan naturally knew about these people following.

But he didn't take it seriously. If these people don't open their eyes, he doesn't mind sending them on the road.

Back in the room, Lin Xuan used the Hongyan Great Sword to make a defensive formation before heaved a sigh of relief.

Concentrated, 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 the autumn water, cold to the heart.

Lin Xuan urged thunder and lightning in his body, and for an instant, a golden arc climbed up the sword.

When the spiritual power was operated again, the golden arc disappeared, and the cyan gust of wind 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 lower-grade Lingshi 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.

"It's nothing special!" Lin Xuan whispered, then urged Zi Lingtong to observe carefully, and finally probed inside and out with his soul power.

"If it's so easy to be seen, you won't be able to hold something in your hand!" The wine master said.

"Jiuye, 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 control the power, don't cut down the house!"

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

He urged both wind and thunder forces at the same time, then controlled the strength and drew his sword abruptly.

Chi Chi!

Under his control, the sword aura clings to the sword body and is not released.

But he clearly saw that the two powers of wind and thunder merged perfectly, and the air within three feet in front was cut open.

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

He had long wanted to integrate these two forces, but without the corresponding martial arts, it would be difficult for him to succeed.

And now a black scabbard has solved this problem!

"It's really a good thing!" He stroked the black scabbard, his small face blooming with joy.

"Hmph, I am happy to know!" The wine master snorted softly.

"Hehe!" Lin Xuan smirked holding the scabbard.

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

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

In other words, after ten breaths, the power of wind and thunder on the long sword will separate again.

But for Lin Xuan, this was enough.

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

He lives in a small independent courtyard, very quiet.

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

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

The inscription is the same as the martial arts, like a boat against the current.

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

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

He had a hunch that someone would fight for the Qiuhen Sword.

Raising his whole body state to the extreme, Lin Xuan closed his eyes and cultivated.

Sure enough, in the middle of the night, he felt the breath of a warrior.

With the soul power spread, Lin Xuan mastered all the situation in a radius of more than ten meters.

On the roof, three figures approached quietly.

Lin Xuan's mouth raised slightly, and his body shook, disappearing.

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 the rear, and the three men in black shook their bodies.

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

The three of them moved quickly, and their breath erupted like a flash flood.

Spiritual power vibrates, shaking the void.

These three people turned out to be the warriors of the Linghai Third Layer of Heaven, and they joined hands to form a triangular shape.

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

Are you talking about this?Lin Xuan took out the Qiuhen sword and shook it in front of the three of them.

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

"Hurry up and leave it to us!" the man in black shouted.

"You are not worthy of this sword." Lin Xuan hung the long sword around his waist.

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

"roll!"

Lin Xuan stepped forward on the soles of his feet and roared a sound wave.

Hum!The translucent sound wave shook, and coordinated with the soul power attack, directly penetrating the defense armor of the three people.

puff!puff!puff!

The three of them were shrouded in sound waves, and their bodies were severely injured, and a series of terrifying cracks appeared on their bodies.

In an instant, the three became blood men.

"Rewind!"

The eyes of the three black-clothed warriors were full of fear. Are they still human? They were seriously injured by their throat.

"Want to go?" Lin Xuan shook his body, blocking the path of the three of them.

"You, don't mess around!" The three of them were dripping blood all over, and their voices trembled.

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

"Yes Yes!"

The three took off the storage rings on their fingers, threw them to Lin Xuan, and then ran away quickly.

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

He felt a strong breath and appeared nearby.

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

And those who dare to make a move now are undoubtedly true masters.

Snapped!Snapped!Snapped!

Crisp applause sounded, and a young man with a sword pattern painted on his brow appeared.

"The cultivation base of Linghai Erzhongtian can repel three Linghai Triple Martial Artists with one move. It is really not easy."

"However, I want to own the Qiuhen Sword with this little method, I am afraid it is not enough!"

The aura on the sword-patterned boy suddenly became fierce, as if thousands of sword lights penetrated the void