Qin Xuan walked through the woods, feeling that he was getting closer and closer to the murderer.
Gradually, a stooped black figure appeared in the field of vision ahead. He was about 1.7 meters tall. Qin Xuan remembered it as soon as he saw it. Isn't this the former Sun Kingdom chunin Umekawa Ikku?
But if those three hidden weapons came from his hand, what happened to the Xuanzhen Sword Qi attached to the hidden weapons? If it weren't for those Xuanzhen Sword Qi, Shen Yina would never have been injured so seriously. At most, it would be just a little skin on her left shoulder. Just trauma.
But after possessing the Xuanzhen sword energy, Shen Yina's life was suddenly in danger.
Even Qin Xuan himself was a bit overwhelmed after his meridians were shocked twice in a row. Coupled with the previous injury that had not fully healed, Qin Xuan's current condition is not good.
The infuriating energy must not be used unless absolutely necessary. And it will take at least another week for the condition to return to its original state.
"stop."
Qin Xuan roared angrily and stepped harder. His figure floated forward at a very fast speed. The distance between him and the black-clothed chunin Umekawa Ikku was getting closer and closer.
Meikawa Yiku panicked and ran desperately.
His current strength is simply vulnerable. Previously, Qin Xuan used the Samsara Sword Seal of the Eight Sword Seal Techniques against him. It was the eighth sword that was extremely difficult to learn. Even Liu Wuya had to be thirty years old to learn it. Master powerful sword moves.
Under the attack of the Samsara Sword Seal, Umekawa Ikku's soul almost suffered a devastating blow. If it weren't for the unique life-saving skills of the ninjas of the Sun Kingdom, he would have died in the small hotel next to the Royal Supreme.
But even so, Umekawa Iku's whole body cultivation was completely destroyed. His soul was even more fragile and vulnerable. Any cultivator could wipe him out with just a touch.
However, just when Qin Xuan was about to catch up with Umekawa Ikku, the rickety Chuunin in black finally couldn't help shouting in panic: "Jun Lin, I lured him here. Please take action quickly."
Qin Xuan's heart trembled. Is this a bait?
Lin Jun.
Who could this be? It couldn't be someone from the Kingdom of the Sun. Could it be someone from the Xuanzhen Sword Sect? If it was really someone from the Xuanzhen Sword Sect, what was he doing to bring himself here?
Qin Xuan's mind raced. He suddenly guessed the possibility. He quickly stopped and concentrated on feeling the surroundings of the dense forest.
"Ha ha ha ha."
An arrogant laugh came from the surrounding dense forest. Qin Xuan only heard two "swish" sounds. A cold wind blew past him. Then a green figure flashed past, blocking Meichuan Iku's escape route. in front of.
Qin Xuan took a closer look and found that he was a young man about twenty-one or twelve years old. He was wearing a blue robe. He was carrying a sword box on his back like himself. He looked arrogant.
Qin Xuan's heart tightened because he felt a strong pressure from this young swordsman. This kind of pressure was completely absent when facing Umekawa Ikku, a chuunin.
"Are you close to the stage where Kenshin transforms into another form?"
Qin Xuan guessed in his mind. At the same time, he quickly calculated his chances of winning if he fought with him. In the end, he found that unless the Taiqing Sword showed its power or he used that extremely powerful move, there was no possibility of defeating the opponent.
But if that move is used, Qin Xuan will probably not survive. Everything can only be planned based on the situation.
"Qin Xuan. Haha. It's not easy to lure you out."
The young swordsman laughed arrogantly and stood firmly in front of him.
Umekawa Ikku seemed to have seen his savior. He quickly ran towards the young swordsman. As he ran, he shouted: "Lin Jun, kill him quickly."
When Qin Xuan saw this, he sneered: "People from the Xuanzhen Sword Sect. I never thought that people from the Xuanzhen Sword Sect would collude with the ninjas of the Sun Country to deal with me. What a big joke."
Not to mention colluding with the ninjas of the Kingdom of the Sun. In today's Chinese cultivation world, it is a taboo for the righteous to fight each other.
"Haha. Qin Xuan. Don't say it so harshly. What collusion? I'm just taking advantage..." The young swordsman laughed. A fierce light flashed in his eyes. "How can we, dignified Chinese people, face each other in front of the people of the Sun Country?" Massacre."
As soon as he finished speaking, a green sword light flashed past.
Qin Xuan narrowed his eyes slightly. He saw the young swordsman pull out a long sword glowing with cyan light from the sword box behind his back, and cut through the space in front of him at a speed invisible to the naked eye.
Suddenly, a gush of blood spattered from the body of the black-clothed chuunin.
"Forest……"
Umekawa Ikku wanted to say something else, but was unable to do so. His 1.7-meter-seven stooped body fell to the ground helplessly.
"Okay. The people of the Sun Kingdom are dead. Now I can ravage you to my heart's content..."
The young swordsman retracted his sword and walked towards Qin Xuan with a proud look on his face.
In the deserted dense forest, the faint moonlight shone like mercury on the ground. The face of the young swordsman became clearer and clearer in Qin Xuan's eyes. It was a face full of arrogance. There was a hint of difficulty deep in his eyes. Perceived disdain.
The young swordsman stopped ten meters away from Qin Xuan. He held the green sword in his hand across his chest. A look of intoxication appeared in his eyes: "This sword is called Qingyuan. Its net weight is thirteen kilograms. It is long. Four feet six inches. Four inches wide. It has claimed eleven lives. Including the Sun Country ninja, it is now twelve. If I kill you in a moment, it will become thirteen... "
"Who are you."
Qin Xuan ignored the young swordsman's intoxication and asked directly.
"I. Haha. Now that you have guessed that I am from the Xuanzhen Sword Sect, don't you know who I am?" The young swordsman was stunned and asked in surprise.
"Sorry. Your reputation is not as famous as you think."
Qin Xuan mocked.
"Humph. My name is Lin Qingyang. The thirty-eighth chief disciple of the Xuanzhen Sword Sect." A look of dissatisfaction flashed through the young swordsman's eyes as he finally gave his name.
He didn't expect that Qin Xuan couldn't recognize him. This was undoubtedly a great shame in his opinion.
"I really haven't heard of Lin Qingyang." Qin Xuan shook his head. Then his expression turned cold. "Tell me what you want to do by bringing me here today."
"What are you doing? Hahaha. Don't you understand yet?"
Lin Qingyang laughed three times: "I heard that you, Qin Xuan, are the descendants of the Shushan Sword Sect. You are endowed with amazing bones. I, Lin Qingyang, am here to learn from you."
Qin Xuan immediately understood that he and Lin Qingyang might not be able to get along today. Even if Lin Qingyang wanted to leave, Qin Xuan would never let him go.
"Teach me. If you just want to learn the swordsmanship of Shushan, just say so. Why bother? Collude with the ninjas of the Sun Country to lure me out."
Qin Xuan's expression became colder and colder. He asked sternly: "Do you know that the three hidden weapons that you have imbued with the Xuanzhen sword energy? One of them killed a woman in the secular world."
"People in the secular world will die if they die. Why should we cherish it?"
Lin Qingyang said proudly. Qingyuan, the long sword in his hand, pointed directly at Qin Xuan.
"court death."
Qin Xuan shouted angrily.
Looking at his indifferent expression and thinking of Shen Yina's painful expression just now, a burst of anger suddenly rose up and could no longer be contained.