The sharp sword light bloomed out, and a fierce look flashed across the sword cultivator's eyes. The iron sword in his hand clanked. He changed his steps to avoid the whistling punch. Under the operation of spiritual energy, his ghostly body movements
The originally short distance was only a short distance away. As his wrist turned, the sharp sword stabbed Lin Zixuan, and then passed through his throat.
Fast, unbelievably fast! The sharp and decisive attack made many people's scalps go numb. If he had been standing there, he would not have been able to dodge that sword.
"As a moth flies into the flame, don't underestimate your ability!" The sword cultivator said in a cold voice. His withdrawn and unruly character allowed him to hone his extreme speed. Even those who are in the late ninth level of the Blood Spirit Realm will definitely suffer heavy losses when facing his sword.
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Suddenly, his eyes narrowed slightly, and Lin Zixuan's figure in front of him began to slowly disappear, turning into a faint halo and disappearing in the air.
"Damn it! Afterimage." His face was ashen. This feeling of being played by someone who was much lower than him made him gnash his teeth and hate him deeply.
A rough and savage punch penetrated the void and hit him in the face. The terrifying force instantly caused his nose and face to be bruised and swollen. While his body was flying backwards, his internal organs and even the blood all over his body were tumbling.
The surroundings fell into deathly silence, and the man who had previously mocked Lin Zixuan also became speechless, his eyes filled with deep shock.
It was obviously a sword that pierced the throat, but why was it an afterimage? And it was escaped by a swordsman who was known to have keen perception. This left many people puzzled.
Half of the nearly a hundred sword cultivators sitting cross-legged on the ground opened their eyes and looked at Lin Zixuan, with admiration in their eyes, and sarcasm flashed across their faces, thinking it was a fluke.
"Weak people are not qualified to sit on it." A strong man carrying a giant sword stepped forward. His cultivation was already at the peak of the eighth level of the Blood Spirit Realm. However, as a sword cultivator, the ninth level monk of the Blood Spirit Realm who died under him was
There are so many digits.
The sword can cut iron like clay, and its edge is powerful. Sword cultivators have a arrogant spirit that is not afraid of heaven and earth, and refuses to admit defeat. Only swordsmen with superb swordsmanship can win their hearts.
Therefore, he dared to draw his sword against Lin Zixuan just because he defeated the former. In his opinion, it was a lucky move because he was not a swordsman!
The more important reason is that he has an advantage that other sword cultivators do not have, that is, he has strong physical strength. The strength of Lin Zixuan's punch can at most seriously injure him, but not kill him, but he can kill the latter himself.
, just one sword.
He rose into the air, and the giant sword cut through the air with a dazzling light, and struck Lin Zixuan's whole body with heavy pressure.
A cold light flashed through the air. In just a few breaths, the muscular man approached him. Looking at the oncoming fists, he sneered. He did not avoid them, but resisted them with his body.
Lin Zixuan's eyes paused for a moment, and then he instantly realized that the latter's intention was to stun his attack, and then use the power of the counterattack to create a good opportunity to kill him.
In the past, this might have been a bit troublesome, but now that he has understood the power of space, he has reached a point where he is invulnerable and almost invincible. In his opinion, the actions of a strong man are like stealing a chicken.
It’s so ridiculous!
The shadow of the fist came in a mighty force, and the strong man's body exuded majestic blood energy fluctuations. Dark red light lingered on it, as if he was wearing a pair of blood-colored armor. Strong confidence appeared in his eyes.
"Cang!" The fist shadows collided, erupting with a crisp golden and iron color, which made everyone watching the battle couldn't help but be surprised. It was a substantial blood shadow comparable to armor that only appeared after the physical body had reached a certain level of cultivation. This was also seen from the side.
It reflects the power of Lin Zixuan's casual punch.
He is clearly only at the late seventh level of the Blood Spirit Realm, but he is able to unleash such terrifying power. At his age, he is quite proud of himself.
The punch hit his body, like a torn bone, the blood-red armor disappeared instantly, and then the skin with a metallic luster all over his body was shattered inch by inch, and even the bones were almost twisted and displaced by this force!
He roared, clearly aware of the terrifying power, but with his powerful body, he also took a few steps back.
Lin Zixuan frowned slightly. This punch almost exhausted all his cultivation methods, and even had the penetrating power of light attribute elements. However, it only knocked him back, and did not completely kill him. He was helpless.
I sighed secretly, it seemed that my strength was still too weak.
How could that muscular man miss this perfect opportunity? He could have been killed within a few steps.
The giant sword in his hand suddenly clenched, and the sword light struck Lin Zixuan like a thunderbolt, and his body also moved like lightning. He wanted to kill him with one blow before he took action.
Seven steps, five steps, three steps!!
The distance was quickly shortened, and the triumph in his eyes became more intense, as if he was about to succeed.
The tip of the sword moved forward and pierced Lin Zixuan's throat. After penetrating, excitement flashed in his eyes, as if he had defeated an unbeatable enemy.
But soon, the excitement disappeared, and was replaced by doubt, and then turned into endless fear.
Lin Zixuan standing in front of him was just an afterimage, and what frightened him the most was that he couldn't see the latter's movements clearly despite his full concentration.
"How is that possible?" A look of disbelief flashed across his face, and the fear rising in his heart made him forget about Lin Zixuan's sharp punch from behind. He vomited blood and stumbled to the ground.
Lin Zixuan ignored him, and immediately sat on the stone platform, closed his eyes and fell into meditation. With the lessons learned from the two of them, he no longer worried about who would attack him, because no one would seek death!
Invisible sword energy gushes out from the stone platform, tempering Lin Zixuan's skin. The sword energy cuts like a wind blade, making the skin feel like it is being torn.
And in Lin Zixuan's sea of consciousness, a hoarse vicissitudes of time echoed suddenly.
"I read the sword manuals of the sages, passed down the sword skills to the people, traveled to the big and small sword sects to observe their sword skills, and then learned the Tao among thousands of swords."
"The sword is the leader of all weapons. Those who practice swords must have a firm heart. To obtain the Old Man's Sword Scripture, you must first break through the Old Man's Sword Formation. In addition to testing your innate understanding, it also tests whether you have the heart of the sword?"
In Lin Zixuan's sea of consciousness, a seven-colored long sword suddenly appeared in the air. The faint fluctuations emitted by the sword caused Lin Zixuan's mood to become confused, and a special power invaded his body, as if it wanted to cut off his seven emotions and six desires.
"If you cultivate the Transparent Sword Heart, you must first abandon your delusional thoughts, and then give up all love and desires. When you have no desires or desires, the Seven Absolute Sword Formation I have set up will be useless to you. Only then will you be qualified to inherit my legacy.
Cultivation of magical powers." The old voice disappeared.
Lin Zixuan looked at the suspended seven swords, covered by the seven-color light. His strength, his blood, and everything about him were taken away out of thin air, making him a true mortal at this moment! (Unfinished)