Chapter 118: Sword Master

The breeze blew, and Lin Xuan's robe was blown hunting, but there were more and more questions in his heart.

The other party's appearance vaguely felt that he had seen it somewhere, but he couldn't remember anything.

Although his cultivation is not profound, he has long been a cultivator, and it stands to reason that he should never forget it, but he can't figure out where he has seen each other.

The disciple on the opposite side glanced at the long sword that Lin Xuan was carrying behind him, and his heart suddenly moved.

"If the senior brother is a sword cultivator, then it is normal to have heard the reputation of the junior brother and know the appearance of the junior brother. ”

"In Xia Wang Cong, the people of the world gave me a title, the first sword saint of the Nine Kingdoms. ”

As soon as he said his name, there was a noisy discussion around him, although the disciples of Dao Xuanzong were not high in cultivation, most of them were not low-level, and they would not make a fuss about the name of the mortal world.

But the people on the stage are different after all, and his name in the mortal world really involves too many legends.

The secular territory is divided into nine countries, and this Wang Cong was known as the first kendo master of the Nine Kingdoms for thousands of years when he was young.

Legend has it that Wang Cong walked tens of thousands of miles at the age of thirteen, visiting all the masters of swordsmanship, every time he visited a family, he would try a sword, every time he went to a sect, he must compare with one of the sword masters, he had never lost thousands of sword fights, and then he won the title of the first sword saint of the nine countries.

Sword Saint Wang Cong was proficient in various swordsmanship when he was seventeen years old, and when he was eighteen years old, he traveled all over the world, visiting the mortal world to practice qi, and he defeated all his opponents.

He has made such a big name, but the sword in his hand has never been unsheathed. Although the Qi cultivators he met were all cultivators below the foundation level, they couldn't force him to draw his sword out of its sheath. Over time, he was also known as the first person in the world's kendo.

"According to his age, this Wang Cong is only twenty years old this year, how can he have such a big name in the mortal world?" A disciple muttered to himself, and couldn't help but raise his head to take a closer look at Wang Cong to see what was so strange about the other party.

"Although Brother Wei has been cultivating in the Dao Xuan Sect all the year round, he has often heard the name of the Sword Saint in recent years, but when did he worship our Dao Xuan?"

"With a sect like him joining in, our Dao Xuan should have been lively a long time ago, but why haven't we heard a trace of wind?"

"Humph!"

Ding Jie's face turned gloomy when he listened to the words of the outer disciples, and a cold light flashed in his eyes.

He had heard some gossip before, and he had only treated it as a joke, but he didn't expect it to be true.

It is said that Wang Cong was favored by the elders of Dao Xuanzong and personally brought Dao Xuan to grant the Qi Cultivation Method.

And Wang Cong is extremely talented, but he has condensed the immortal sword qi at the level of qi training.

Cultivators all understand that the sword qi of the immortal family is completely different from the sword qi of the world, if the sword qi of the world is the earth, then the sword qi of the immortal family is the sky, and the difference in power between the two is like the difference between heaven and earth, but even if the sword training wizard with excellent talent does not have seventy or eighty years, he will not be able to practice the sword qi of the immortal family.

Moreover, even if it was a sect that concentrated on cultivating swordsmanship, the disciples in their sect had to at least reach the foundation building realm to be qualified to cultivate sword qi, so he scoffed at this rumor at that time.

Later, he also heard that after Wang Cong practiced sword qi, he used the cultivation of the eighth layer of qi cultivation to defeat the monk in the middle stage of foundation building with one sword.

If you follow the rumors of the day, I am afraid that the strength of this Wang Cong in front of me is still above any disciple of the outer sect.

But fortunately, the person facing him now is Lin Xuan instead of himself, among the outer gates, there are not many people he can't understand, and Lin Xuan is one of them.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, I can explore their reality and reality.

Stage.

Wang Cong stared at Lin Xuan's eyes for a long, long time, and when he first saw the man in front of him, the battle intent in his heart boiled all of a sudden, and at this moment, it was almost to the point of being irrepressible.

"Senior brother is a sword cultivator?"

Lin Xuan took a deep breath, and he smiled.

"I can't talk about sword cultivation, it's just that I learned a few more swordsmanship, and it's not much sword cultivation. ”

"I see!"

Wang Cong laughed, he raised the scabbard in his hand, and continued: "Okay! I haven't met an opponent who can make my fighting spirit boil for a long time, and I hope that Senior Brother will not let me down!"

"To meet a person like Your Excellency, I am not in vain to come to the Dao Xuanzong Sect today, Wang is not talented, but I have learned a few shallow swordsmanship, and as a result, the world has given me the title of a sword saint for nothing. ”

"Since Senior Brother is a senior disciple of Dao Xuan, I'm afraid that it is still an immortal sword cultivator, since you and I are standing here today, we naturally have to do a game, and please do your best to make a move!"

Lin Xuan's eyes moved, and his brows were almost furrowed.

The other party has a great reputation in the mortal world, and at this moment, he can stand in front of him as a disciple of Dao Xuanzong, and he must also have the support of a big man behind him. If I win against him today, I'm afraid that the future will not be easy.

Once he wins, others will doubt how he won, and he will wonder why a mere outer disciple can win a kendo wizard who has not been a thousand years old.

It's just that......

If you don't win, I'm afraid you'll lose the opportunity in front of you.

There are not a few characters like Ding Jie and others in the outer gate, judging from their skills, they should be able to worship the inner door early, and they don't need to participate in this kind of competition, but now they are participating in this big competition as disciples of the outer gate.

It can be inferred from this that this outer door competition must have something else.

Pity......

Lin Xuan pondered for a long time, and after a long while, he nodded lightly.

"Senior brother's swordsmanship can't be said to be very strong, and he doesn't dare to call himself an immortal sword cultivator, but he still knows a few swordsmanship, since he has met a sword master like my junior brother today, it is not suitable to use any swordsmanship, you and I can make all the moves, and we don't have to worry about what means to use!"

Most of the disciples watching the battle around were dumbfounded when they heard Lin Xuan's words, they thought they could understand Lin Xuan's voice, and they thought they understood why Lin Xuan did this.

"You don't have to dwell on what you do......"

"I'm just afraid that this senior brother is going to use some kind of tricks......"

A disciple had a look of expectation on his face, he was very curious about what Lin Xuan's methods were.

"This senior brother is afraid that he will be forced to be helpless when he says these words, Senior Brother Wang Cong has the reputation of a sword saint in the mortal world, but I am afraid that the junior brother is far inferior in swordsmanship, so I politely refused to say anything about the sword......

A sallow skinned disciple sighed deeply, he glanced at Lin Xuan, then turned his head and glanced at Wang Cong again.

"Don't say it's this junior brother, I'm afraid that among the three thousand disciples of my Dao Xuan, none of them can surpass that Wang Cong's junior brother in swordsmanship, and he can say those words, but I'm afraid it's not an elm head......"

Lin Xuan has a sword behind him, he must be the one who uses the sword, if he is a person who can't use a sword, he will never have his own sword, let alone put the sword by his side.

Storage rings and storage bags are not uncommon in the cultivation world, and everyone in the disciples of the Dao Xuan Outer Sect has a storage bag, if that disciple is not a person who practices swords, he should put his sword in the storage bag.

But listening to his words now, it is clear that he is unwilling to use swordsmanship to fight with the other party, which is probably difficult to say for sword cultivation.

On the stone platform.

Wang Cong snorted coldly, and he asked disdainfully, "Senior brother, do you think that I am not qualified to let you use the sword?"

He is already extraordinary, and his status in the world is above ten thousand people, transcending the world, and at this moment, he is at the time of his youth and vigor, and he has not taken anyone in his eyes.

Those modest words before were just words, and he didn't actually take Lin Xuan in his eyes in his heart.

But what Lin Xuan said made him feel that he was being despised by others.

"Forget it!

"I only have one move, and if you take it, I will lose this battle!"

Wang Cong lightly shook the long sword in his hand, the scabbard of the sword was carved with a dragon and a phoenix, and there were ink clouds on it, which looked extremely graceful and luxurious.

"Isn't this Senior Brother Wang a little big, how can he win with only one sword?"

"Don't forget, he's a sword saint, but anyone who cultivates below the foundation is a ruthless character who can be solved with one sword!"

There were people around him who whispered, and their faces showed a look of hope.

Lin Xuan stretched out his hand, and he said softly, "Please!"

A hint of coldness appeared on Wang Cong's pale face, and he slapped his hand on the scabbard, and then flicked his fingers.

The scabbard let out a crazy roar, turning into a black light that roared towards Lin Xuan.

Many disciples who watched the battle were shocked, this sword went straight forward, there was nothing fancy, it was just as fast as lightning, it was unguardable, if it was the person standing opposite Wang Cong, they were afraid that they would not be able to live even a breath.

Under his sword, ordinary monks had no chance to mobilize the aura in their bodies at all, and it was completely impossible for them to react.

With Wang Cong's sword speed alone, these outer disciples also figured out why he was the only one who was a famous sword saint.

First of all, no matter how terrifying his sword speed was, they were dozens of feet away from the stone platform, but even if they were so far away, they could feel the sword wind on the stone platform, and the chill penetrated through the bones.

Lin Xuan didn't use a single inch of spiritual power, he pretended not to react, and let the scabbard crash into his body.

Immediately there was a high-pitched roar, a piercing sound came out, Lin Xuan only felt that there seemed to be a huge wind in front of him, and he kept retreating at the touch of a button, and he retreated straight for seventeen steps before he unloaded the extremely strong force in front of him.

The scabbard stabbed by the other party landed on the stone platform with a crisp sound, but Lin Xuan had already retreated under the stone platform.

The qi and blood in his body churned, Lin Xuan covered his chest and lowered his head and smiled without speaking.

"There are not many people below the foundation who can take my sword without dying, and my senior brother's ability is not weak!"

Lin Xuan shook his head, he lowered his head and said, "Thank you for your mercy!"

"It's me who lost!"

He thought about it carefully, and it didn't matter if he lost today's battle.

He himself inherited the strange magic method of his previous life, and it was Zhou Xiaocao who taught him swordsmanship, and now he is not short of chance, so he doesn't have to suffer himself for victory.

In today's battle, it is better to win than to lose!

It's much better to be obscure than sharp!

The other side.

An old man who was paying attention to this competition smiled coldly, he turned to look at the person beside him, and said sarcastically: "The real person who claims to be in charge of divination and never misses has miscalculated, but I'm afraid he will ......."