Text Chapter 84 Xiaocheng Sword Power

This sword light was very sudden and had a tricky angle. What's more important was that this man's aura was at the eighth level of pulse condensation.

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

Lin Xuan glanced indifferently, and that look was like a sharp sword, piercing people's hearts.

The disciple who took action trembled, and an inexplicable fear arose in his heart. But already halfway through the charge, he could only grit his teeth and continue attacking.

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

"Haha, with this little ability, you still dare to talk nonsense!" The group of trouble-seeking disciples laughed wildly.

On the side, Luo Qingshan also looked worried. Although he knew that Lin Xuan was outstanding in swordsmanship, facing an eighth-level pulse condensing warrior, it would be too much to rely on him without using his spiritual power.

Lin Xuan had no expression on his face and still waved his sword slowly.

However, this action was completely different in the eyes of the sneak attack disciple.

What he saw was a looming sword holding up to the sky behind Lin Xuan. The aura was like a hundred thousand mountains. Just a trace of aura could crush someone to death.

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

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

puff!

In mid-air, a figure vomited blood and fell back, looking very embarrassed.

When the trouble-seeking disciples saw this scene, their jaws almost dropped in shock.

"What's going on? What happened? How did you get hurt?" These people ran over and asked all kinds of questions. They didn't understand the mystery of Lin Xuan's sword at all.

Luo Qingshan smiled bitterly from the side, he still underestimated this junior brother.

The disciple who vomited blood in a sneak attack was pale and couldn't say anything. He was suffering and couldn't tell. Should he say that he saw a big sword behind Lin Xuan that was higher than the 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 so wonderful. From his sudden enlightenment not long ago to the attack with sword power just now, it was all related to his studying the sword intention seeds all day long, and he felt that his integration with the sword intention seeds had taken a step forward.

"He must have used magic just now. Brothers, take him and hand him over to the sect for interrogation!" said the group of trouble-seeking teenagers.

Whoosh whoosh!

Five or six figures rose into the air and rushed towards Lin Xuan. They continued to use fierce moves in their hands, and various rays of light enveloped Lin Xuan from all directions.

"Wind and residual clouds!"

Lin Xuan's face was as dark as water, he pulled out the sword on the ground and struck out.

Above the tip of the sword, a green whirlwind more than ten feet high whizzed out. It fell to the ground and continued to grow in size. It quickly transformed from one to three and ran towards the rising disciple.

call! call!

These cyan whirlwinds swept away with gleaming wind blades.

"Ah!" screams came out one after another.

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

Knocking back five people with one sword, including an eighth-level pulse-condensing warrior, Lin Xuan's performance could no longer be described as stunning. He was completely evil.

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

At this time, a disciple who had been standing far away without making a move spoke: "You are Lin Xuan."

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

"Law enforcement team?" Lin Xuan frowned.

"The sect has agreed on the life-and-death duel between you and Zhang Qian. Three days later, there will be a life-and-death battle in the arena." After the law enforcement disciple finished speaking, he took out a letter in his hand.

Whoosh!

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

Golden thunder and lightning flashed in Lin Xuan's palm, crackling to form a small ball of light and covering the letter.

Tsk!

The sandalwood-colored letter cut through the outermost layer of golden lightning and continued to move forward with a chill.

However, more thunder and lightning surged out, and about a third of the way through, the letter stopped moving at all and lay quietly in Lin Xuan's hands.

"Huh?" The law enforcement disciple said softly.

In the eyes of outsiders, he just flicked it casually, but he himself knew that this blow contained a lot of hidden power, and even an eighth-level pulse condensing warrior might not be able to catch it.

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

Lin Xuan held the letter, his face as sinking as water. The duel in three days was more than ten days earlier than he expected.

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

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

The golden sword intention in his body is larger than before. Now the sword moves he uses are almost as powerful as Xiaocheng's sword stance, which is still a trace of the power of the sword intention.

You know, even if it is a small sword power, I am afraid that not many disciples in the entire Xuantian Sect can understand it. After all, this kind of thing is too elusive and requires extremely high understanding. Besides, not everyone wants to be like Lin Xuan, who can plant the seeds of sword intent in his body.

With the seeds of sword intent, Lin Xuan only needs to slowly dig and cultivate them. As long as there is enough time, when the seeds of sword intent grow up, he will naturally understand the sword intent in them.

He spent the whole day meditating on the seeds of sword intent.

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

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

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

"You will have a life-or-death duel with Zhang Qian the day after tomorrow. How sure are you?" Murong Qianling's voice was cold.

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

"Sixty percent!" Murong Qianling's eyes flashed, "I want to know what you rely on?"

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

Lin Xuan took a deep breath and felt a touch of warmth in his heart. Professor Yuanli Murong was worried about him.

The sword intention seeds in his body vibrated slightly, and Lin Xuan exuded an aura, like a peerless sword unsheathed, making it difficult for people to look directly at him.

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

Lin Xuan's sword intention has not yet taken shape, and it behaves very much like a sword power, which is exactly what he wants. He didn't want to expose the sword's intention prematurely. After all, this kind of thing was too mysterious, and no one might be able to understand it for hundreds of years.

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