The sharp sword burst out, Jian Xiu's eyes flashed with a touch of fierceness, the iron sword in his hand clanged, he changed his steps, avoiding the roaring heavy punch, under the operation of the aura, the ghostly body made the originally short distance only a stone's throw away, and between the rotation of the wrist, the sharp sword stabbed at Lin Zixuan, and then pierced through the throat.

It's fast, it's unbelievably fast! The sharp and decisive attack made many people's scalps tingle, and if they were to stand there by themselves, they would not be sure to dodge the sword at all.

"Moths to the fire, not to measure themselves!" Jian Xiu said in a cold voice, his withdrawn and unruly personality made him sharpen his extreme speed, even those people in the late stage of the Blood Spirit Realm would inevitably suffer heavy blows in the face of his sword.

Suddenly, his gaze condensed slightly, and the figure of Lin Zixuan in front of him began to slowly illusory, turning into a faint halo and disappearing in the air.

"Damn! Afterimage. His face was pale, and the feeling of being teased by someone who was much lower than his realm made him grit his teeth and hate it.

A rough and savage punch pierced the void and hit him in the face, and the terrifying force instantly made his nose blue and swollen, and while his body flew upside down, his internal organs and even the blood of his whole body were tumbling.

The surroundings fell into a deathly silence, and the person who had mocked Lin Zixuan earlier was also dumbfounded, his eyes full of shock.

It was obviously a sword piercing the throat, but why was it an afterimage that pierced in? And he dodged under the sword cultivation that was known to have a keen sense, which made many people puzzled.

Half of the nearly 100 sword cultivators who were sitting cross-legged on the ground opened their eyes and looked at Lin Zixuan, with admiration in their eyes, and some of them flashed with sarcasm, thinking that it was a fluke.

"The weak, not qualified to sit on it." A sturdy man with a giant sword stepped forward, his cultivation was already at the peak of the eightfold Blood Spirit Realm, but as a sword cultivator, there were as many as several Blood Spirit Realm Ninefold cultivators who died under his hands.

The sword, sharpening iron like clay, the edge is pressing, and the sword cultivation has a kind of arrogance that is not afraid of heaven and earth, and does not admit defeat, only a swordsman with superb swordsmanship can make them happy and convinced.

Therefore, he dared to shoot his sword at Lin Zixuan, just because he defeated the former, in his opinion, it was a dangerous fluke, just because he was not a sword cultivator!

And the more important reason is that he has an advantage that other sword cultivators do not have, that is, he has a strong physical strength, and the strength of Lin Zixuan's punch will seriously injure him at most, but it will not kill him, but he only needs a sword to kill the latter.

He soared into the air, and the giant sword broke through the air and slashed out a dazzling shadow, with a heavy force, attacking Lin Zixuan's whole body.

The cold light flashed in the air, and in just a few breaths, the sturdy man approached him, looking at the oncoming Dao Dao fist shadow, he sneered, he did not avoid it, but resisted it with his body.

Lin Zixuan's eyes paused slightly, and then he realized in an instant, the latter's intention was to shake his attack hard, and then use the power of the counterattack to create a good opportunity to kill himself.

If it was in the past, this move might have been a little troublesome, but now that he has comprehended the power of space, it can be said that he has reached a point where all laws are inviolable, almost invincible, and the actions of the sturdy man seem to him to be ridiculous in stealing chickens and rice!

The shadow of the fist came in a mighty way, and the muscular man's body exuded majestic blood qi fluctuations, and the dark red light swirled around it, as if he was wearing a pair of blood-colored armor, and a strong confidence appeared in his eyes.

"Bell!" The fist shadow collided, bursting out with a crisp color of gold and iron, which made everyone watching the battle also couldn't help but be surprised, it was a substantial blood shadow comparable to armor that appeared when the physical body cultivated to a certain realm, which also reflected the power of Lin Zixuan's random punch from the side.

Obviously, only the cultivation of the sevenfold late stage of the Blood Spirit Realm was able to release such a terrifying power, and at his age, he was enough to be proud.

The fist slammed into his body, as if it was devastating, the blood-red armor disappeared in an instant, and then the metallic skin on his whole body shattered inch by inch, and even the bones were almost twisted and displaced under this force!

He let out a long roar, clearly aware of the terrifying power of the power, but with his powerful body, his body also took a few steps back.

Lin Zixuan frowned slightly, this punch almost exhausted his cultivation means, and even had the penetrating power of the light attribute element, but this only shook him back, and did not completely kill him, he sighed helplessly, it seems that his strength is still too weak.

How could the muscular man miss this great opportunity? A few steps away, it can be killed.

The giant sword in his hand clenched suddenly, and the sword light stabbed at Lin Zixuan like a thunderbolt, and his body also moved like lightning, and he wanted to cause a single blow to kill before he could strike.

Seven steps, five steps, three steps!!

The distance was rapidly shortened, and the smug color in his eyes became more and more intense, as if he was about to succeed.

The tip of the sword moved forward and stabbed at Lin Zixuan's throat, and after penetrating, excitement flashed in his eyes, as if he had defeated an enemy who could not be defeated.

But in an instant, the excitement vanished, then was replaced by doubt, and then it turned into endless fear.

Lin Zixuan, who was standing in front of him, was just an afterimage, and what made him feel most terrifying was that under his full attention, he couldn't see the latter's movement clearly.

"How is that possible?" A look of disbelief flashed across his face, and the fear rising from the bottom of his heart made him forget Lin Zixuan's sharp punch in the back, and he spat blood from his mouth and staggered to the ground.

Lin Zixuan ignored him, and immediately sat on the stone platform, closed his eyes and settled down, with the experience of the two of them, he no longer worried about who would shoot at him, because no one would kill themselves!

Invisible sword qi poured out from the stone platform, refining Lin Zixuan's skin, and the sword qi was like a wind blade cutting, making the skin feel torn.

And in Lin Zixuan's sea of knowledge, a hoarse vicissitudes of life suddenly echoed with a voice of a long time.

"The old man read the sage sword book, passed on the swordsmanship, traveled to the big and small sword sects to observe his swordsmanship, and then attained the Tao in the ten thousand swords."

"Sword, the head of ten thousand soldiers, a person who cultivates a sword, must have a firm heart, to get the old man's sword scripture, you must first break the old man's sword formation, in addition to testing your talent and understanding, but also to test whether you have a sword heart?"

In the sea of Lin Zixuan's knowledge, a seven-colored suspended long sword suddenly appeared, and the faint fluctuations emitted by the sword caused Lin Zixuan's mood to be disordered, and a special force invaded his body, as if to cut off his seven emotions and six desires.

"If you cultivate the sword heart, you must first abandon delusions and distractions, and then break off your desires, when you have no desires and no desires, the seven absolute sword formations laid by the old man are nothing to you, and at that time, you are qualified to inherit the old man's cultivation as a supernatural power." The old voice was gone.

Lin Zixuan looked at the suspended seven swords, under the cover of those seven colors of light, his power cultivation, his bloodline, and even everything about him were drained out of thin air, making him a real mortal at this moment!