Text Chapter 87 Each’s Trump Card

Zhang Qian's laughter shook the sky, and the sword in his hand was dazzling.

"Lin Xuan..." Ye Qing and others were extremely nervous. If it was as Zhang Qian said, Lin Xuan's situation might be very dangerous.

"Junior Sister Ye, don't worry, Junior Brother Lin hasn't drawn his sword yet." Luo Qingshan will not forget the scene on Yufeng Cliff that day, and he has some inexplicable trust in Lin Xuan.

"Body protection?" Lin Xuan whispered, then flicked the storage ring, and the red sword appeared in his hand.

"High Wind Sword Technique!"

Lin Xuan used his strongest swordsmanship as soon as he took action, and the green air flow strangled all directions.

"Crazy Blade Chaos!"

Zhang Qian's sword technique changed again, the sword shined brightly, and a scorching heat appeared in the air, like a sea of ​​fire coming to the world.

Lin Xuan seemed to be in a sea of ​​fire, and the raging flames wanted to engulf him. He felt a burning pain, and the power of fire was destroying his body crazily.

"Body-protecting sword energy!" Lin Xuan snorted coldly, and a dark blue sword energy covered his body, pushing away the surrounding sea of ​​fire.

"Phantom Thunder Step!" He flashed again and came to Zhang Qian.

"It's useless, you can't break through my defense at all!" Zhang Qian smiled ferociously, opening up his body defense while slashing at Lin Xuan mercilessly with the long knife in his hand.

Lin Xuan's body was filled with green light. He did not dodge and struck just as fiercely.

Seeing this, the people in the audience exclaimed.

"What an idiot. He actually went head-to-head with Senior Brother Zhang. Doesn't he know the gap between him and Senior Brother Zhang?"

"Too arrogant!"

"Probably will be cut in half!"

A group of people shook their heads and sighed. They didn't think Lin Xuan could break through Zhang Qian's defense.

Murong Qianling also frowned. She was dissatisfied with Lin Xuan's support, but she was even more surprised by Lin Xuan's perverted understanding. In just two days, Lin Xuan had mastered the Yuan-Zhanbing Body Protecting Sword Technique to the first level.

You know, she also practiced for half a month before reaching the first level, and her qualifications are among the top ten in Xuantian Sect!

"Such a genius must not be allowed to die in a place like this!" Murong Qianling's eyes flickered.

At this time, the collision on the stage of life and death also came to an end.

Boom bang bang!

The two rays of green and red light intertwined, and the momentum was overwhelming.

Zhang Qian's long knife struck Lin Xuan, making a hissing sound. The body-protecting sword energy one foot behind was cut in half by the long knife, leaving him stuck there and unable to move.

Lin Xuan was overjoyed. With all his strength, the body-protecting sword energy was indeed so powerful that even Zhang Qian couldn't break through it. But Zhang Qian will never protect him with all his strength, because Lin Xuan's cultivation is not worthy of him.

"Thunder and lightning!" Lin Xuan quickly activated the golden arc and swayed to attack.

A golden arc suddenly appeared, covering a three-foot area nearby. Zhang Qian was the first to bear the brunt, and the electric current rushed into his body.

Suddenly, a feeling of numbness arose, and the movement of spiritual energy and body movements in his body slowed down by three points. On normal days, this would not have had any impact on him, but now, facing Lin Xuan, this short pause was fatal.

Coupled with the power of Xiao Cheng's sword, Lin Xuan's long sword directly broke through the body protection, leaving a sword mark on Zhang Qian's body.

This process happened in an instant, and the power of Lin Xuan's sword was only concentrated on the sword body and was not released outside. And after the attack was successful, he immediately retreated.

It wasn't that he didn't want to attack, but that he felt a great danger.

Whizzing! Lin Xuan turned into an afterimage and retreated quickly.

The next moment, a powerful force burst out from Zhang Qian's body, destroying everything within a three-foot radius, and the entire ground sunk three feet.

"Asshole, how dare you hurt me!" Zhang Qian roared like a wounded beast, madly.

"What? Zhang Qian is injured!" Most of the disciples present could not see clearly what happened. Only a few disciples and elders who were above the eighth level of pulse condensation could see everything clearly.

The faces of Jiang Yulong, Shangguan Liuyun and others changed greatly, while Tang Yi and other masters frowned slightly. They naturally saw everything just now clearly. Although Zhang Qian was careless, Lin Xuan's attack should not be underestimated.

Especially that sword gave them all a kind of heart palpitations.

However, people were still more shocked by Zhang Qian's changes in Lin Xuan's performance.

"This aura, could it be the ninth level of pulse condensation!" Many people exclaimed, because this aura was so amazing, like a huge mountain, suffocating people.

"This disciple Lin Xuan is not an easy one, but Zhang Qian's performance is even more astonishing. He has reached the ninth level of pulse condensation. It seems that he has the ability to challenge the core disciples." The law enforcement elder's eyes sparkled.

"Haha, after the competition is over, I will accept Zhang Qian as a registered disciple." Elder Xue said with a smile while tying his beard.

"Lin Xuan is a rare swordsman genius. If he dies here, it will really be a loss for the sect. I hope the law enforcement elders can make a decision!" Murong Qianling was very anxious at the side. If Zhang Qian was at the eighth level of pulse condensation, Lin Xuan still has a chance to win, but now, the gap between the two sides is too big.

"Haha, Junior Nephew Murong, the life and death platform has its own rules, so let's not interfere." Elder Xue said leisurely.

Lin Xuan looked at Zhang Qian across from him and took a deep breath. The cultivation of the ninth level of pulse condensation was more difficult than he thought. However, it was impossible for him to give up like this.

He still has some methods that he has not used, so he may not have a chance to make a comeback.

"Boy, if you can let me use all my strength, you can die with peace of mind!" Zhang Qian felt particularly confident after bursting into the ninth level of pulse condensation.

Feeling this power, Lin Xuan's face turned pale.

"Although this aura is powerful, it is still lagging behind the real ninth level of pulse condensation. It seems that this Qiangang has entered the ninth level of pulse condensation, and the state is still unstable." Lin Xuan analyzed calmly, the golden light in his eyes flickered, as if to Pierce Zhang Qian.

"A surprise attack is no longer possible. He is on guard. The only way now is to hit him hard and shake him head-on, so that I can have a chance." Lin Xuan thought of a way in an instant.

Only by letting Zhang Qian's confidence collapse can he survive.

Thinking of this, Lin Xuan tried his best to communicate with the seeds of sword intent, and a fierce sword force surged out of his body, as if it was going to pierce the sky.

At this moment, the long swords of all the disciples below the stage of life and death were trembling involuntarily, as if they had met the supreme king, and they all worshiped him.

"What happened?" The disciples were shocked and tried their best to control their swords.

"This momentum..." The expressions of the law enforcement elder and others changed drastically. He stared at Lin Xuan with disbelief in his eyes.

"Sword, sword power! Real sword power!" The law enforcement elder couldn't help but exclaimed. Even Elder Xue looked solemn.

The other disciples stared blankly at Lin Xuan. Jiang Yulong was trembling all over. Looking at the figure on the stage, he felt a sense of powerlessness in his heart.

This sword posture was different from the one during their outer sect competition. At that time, the scene that occurred when the martial arts was perfected was called the sword posture, but it was not the real sword posture.

What Lin Xuan is sending out now is the true power of the sword. Every move he makes is full of invisible power, like a peerless divine sword, with its edge clearly revealed.

Murong Qianlin felt this sword power and was shocked again: "It has only been a few days, but his sword power has become more powerful than last time, and has surpassed Xiaocheng's sword power!"