This sword is very sudden, and the angle is tricky. The main thing is that this person's breath is the eighth step of Ningmai.

"Master Lin, be careful!" Luo Qingshan had no time to stop, but could only remind him aloud.

Lin Linxuan glanced indifferently, and the gaze pierced the heart like a sharp sword.

The disciple who shot the shot shivered, his heart inexplicably raised a hint of fear. But halfway through, he can only grit his teeth and continue to attack.

"Hum!" Lin Xuan slowly raised her hand, and the red flame sword gently waved, not even inspiring spiritual power.

"Haha, just dare to say a lot about this!" The group of apprentices, Zhang Zhang, laughed wildly.

Aside, Luo Qingshan was also worried. Although he knew that Lin Xuan's swordsmanship was outstanding, he faced the eighth-level martial arts of Ningmai without using spiritual power.

Zhe Linxuan was expressionless, still waving his sword slowly.

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

What he saw was that Lin Xuan's sword behind the sky was looming, and the breath was like a mountain of 100,000 people. With just a breath, he could crush people to death.

"What's that? How could there be such a ghost!" The attack on the disciples shook his heart, and apparently felt resistance.

As Lin Xuan's sword fell, the pressure was getting heavier, and finally broke out.

Huh!

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

Seeing this scene, the group of disciples were almost shocked.

"What's going on? What happened, how did you get hurt?" These people rushed over and asked with eloquence, they didn't see what mystery was in Lin Xuan's sword.

Luo Qingshan laughed bitterly next to him, he still underestimated the master.

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

Lin Linxuan stood with a sword, and that feeling was just amazing. From his recent epiphany to the sword-like attack of the sword just now, it has something to do with his enlightenment of Jianyi Seeds all day, and he feels that the integration of him and Jianyi Seeds has taken a step forward.

"He must have used the demon method just now, the brothers took him to the Zongmen for interrogation!" Said the trouble-seeking teenagers.

Huh!

Twenty-five or six figures erected in the air, rushed to Lin Xuan, and continued to wave in his hands, with various lights covering Lin Xuan from all sides.

"Wind Remnant Clouds!"

Lin Linxuan's face was sinking like water, he pulled up a large sword on the ground, and struck out.

Above the tip of the sword, a cyan whirlwind with a height of one foot whistled out, fell to the ground and kept growing, and quickly ran from Yihuasan to the rising disciples.

Woo! call!

The gleaming wind blades of these cyan cyclones swept away.

"Ah!" A scream sounded.

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

Qi Yijian repelled five people, including the eighth-ranked warrior. Lin Xuan's performance can no longer be described as stunning, this is completely evil.

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

At this time, a disciple who had been standing in the distance and didn't do anything, said, "You are Lin Xuan."

Lin Linxuan looked up, and found that there were two long swords on the right chest of the other, and they fought against each other.

"Law enforcement team?" Lin Xuan frowned.

"You and Zhang Qian's life and death duel Zongmen have agreed. After three days, the life and death of the stage will be a life and death." The law enforcement disciple finished, and found a letter in his hand.

Huh!

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

A golden thunderbolt appeared in the palm of Xuan Linxuan's palm, which crackled into a small light ball, and went towards the letter cover.

Huh!

The sandalwood-colored letter cut through the outer golden thunder, and moved on with a sense of coldness.

However, more thunder and lightning came out, and about one-third of the time, the letter was completely motionless, and so quietly lay in Lin Xuan's hands.

"?" Law enforcement disciples frivolously.

In the eyes of an outsider, he played a random shot, but he knew that this attack contained a lot of secret energy, even the eighth-order martial arts soldiers may not be able to catch it.

"Cultivation is in the seventh stage of Ningmai, but it has the power of eighth stage of Ningmai. No wonder dare to fight with Zhang Qian." Law enforcement disciples whispered.

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

"It seems to consolidate the new sense of swordsmanship." Lin Xuan has no fear in his heart. As long as he thoroughly grasps the new sense of swordsmanship, his combat power will immediately double.

He did not stay at Yujian Cliff, Lin Xuan returned to his residence.

The golden sword meaning in his body is larger than before. Now his sword skill is almost the same as Xiaocheng's sword power, which is also a hint of sword power.

I want to know, even if it is Xiaocheng Jianshi, I am afraid that few disciples of Xuantianzong can understand it. After all, this kind of thing is too ethereal and requires a high level of understanding. Besides, not everyone wants Lin Xuan to be like this, they can plant sword-like seeds in their bodies.

With Jianyi seeds, Lin Xuan only needs to slowly dig and cultivate. As long as the time is enough, when the Jianyi seeds grow up ~ www.mtlnovel.com ~ Among them, the sword will be understood by him naturally.

For a whole day, he was enlightened by Jianyi Seeds.

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

"Looking for me?" Lin Xuan looked blank, and he went out after sorting it out, but he kept guessing.

Seeing Murong Qianling, Lin Xuan had a hint of magpie in his heart.

"The day after tomorrow you will have a duel with Zhang Qiansheng. How confident are you?" Murong Qianling's voice was cold.

After Lin Linxuan was surprised, he did not expect that Murong Qianling turned to him to ask such a question. After thinking about it, he replied: "If Zhang Qian is still in the eighth stage of Ningmai, I have 60% confidence.

"60%!" Murong Qianling blinked in the eyes, "I want to know what your leaning on?"

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

Yuan Linxuan took a deep breath, and there was a hint of warmth in his heart, and Yuanli Murong's teacher was worried about him.

The sword seed in the body shook slightly, and Lin Xuan exuded a momentum, like the peerless sword out of the sheath, which made people unable to look directly.

"Sword potential!" Murong Qianling moved for the first time, her lips trembled and exclaimed, "Xiaocheng sword potential!"

Zhe Linxuan's sword intention has not yet taken shape, and it appears very similar to the sword posture, which is exactly his intention. He didn't want to expose the sword intention too early. After all, this kind of thing is too mysterious, and it may not be understood for hundreds of years.

Murong Qianling recovered from the initial shock. She stared at Lin Xuan and said slowly: "The sword is not enough ~ www.mtlnovel.com ~ Welcome the book readers to read, the latest, fastest and hottest The serial works are all in ~ www.mtlnovel.com ~