Chapter 14: The War

Evening.

The cold wind is blowing, and the leaves are gargling and falling.

Not many people cared about this wind, and no one cared about the current time, they all stared at Lin Xuan with fear.

He only used an iron sword to defeat the invincible opponents in the world, and naturally became an existence that everyone feared.

"Where did the hairy boy come from, he actually came to my Cangsong Sword Village to be presumptuous?"

With an angry roar, three gray-haired middle-aged men galloped out of the gate of Jianzhuang.

The speed of these three people's movements was terrifyingly fast, like a galloping wind, and they came to Lin Xuan in an instant.

"Are you looking for death?" One of the middle-aged men looked at Lin Xuan a few times and realized that he didn't look like a martial arts master, so he said mockingly: "Do you know that my Sword Village hasn't had this kind of thing for fifty years?"

His voice was hoarse, sounding like the sound of two cold stones rubbing against each other, making others shudder.

Well?

Three innate masters?

Lin Xuan looked at the three of them, his face was as usual, there was no change in the slightest, he clenched the iron sword, and his tone was a little cold.

"The three of you have half your feet in the coffin, why bother to be in the limelight and kill yourself?"

These three people are indeed in the innate realm, but their bodies are not young, and they can't stop their swordsmanship at all.

Their whole body essence is locked in blood, so they look just middle-aged people.

Once the external loss of qi and blood or the loss of internal strength, these three people will quickly age and become elderly people with wrinkled skin and limited mobility.

"Dead?"

"Hahaha!ha!" another middle-aged man laughed to himself.

After a while, he looked at Lin Xuan and said with a gloomy face: "We have all heard of your deeds, but you shouldn't choose Cangsong Sword Village to start!"

"Even if you die, we will take you with us. ”

"Not bad. The last middle-aged man sighed with emotion.

"You are not a disciple of my Sword Village, nor are you a descendant of the previous generation of disciples, so you are not qualified to see my Sword Village secret book at all. ”

"If you take it by force, you can only die!"

As he finished speaking, his wrist moved.

Sou!

An arrow in his sleeve shot from under his wrist to Lin Xuan's heart.

It is extremely fast, flying in the air with almost no sound, and it is simply difficult to guard against.

The night breeze was faint, and it was difficult to notice this hidden weapon with only the thin moonlight.

Invisible and silent, this is indeed a murderous weapon.

The night is dark and the wind is high, and the night of murder!

Darkness is suitable for sneak attacks, and it is also suitable for many things that cannot be seen in the light, and it can also cover up a lot of criminal evidence, and most Assassins will choose to assassinate their targets at night.

When talking to Lin Xuan, he shot an arrow in his sleeve without leaving a trace, and at that moment, although he was not an assassin, he was more like an assassin than an assassin.

The assassin killed to hide the killing intention, and when he hit with one blow, he hid his killing intent and also gave the arrow.

Sneak attack!

Lin Xuan noticed the hidden weapon that was being shot, and his eyes were cold.

His body is very hard, even if the hidden weapon is stabbed on his body, he will be fine, and he has many ways to deal with these hidden weapons, but most of them require mana, and he is not willing to do this.

This time is to temper swordsmanship, and it should only be used to fight the enemy.

The short arrow broke through the air and roared, like a black lightning bolt that was moving forward at a rapid pace.

The long sword flipped over, and the blade of the sword was crossed in front of the waist, and it stabbed three times in succession.

Lin Xuan restrained his strength, his strength was similar to that of ordinary people at this moment, so just one moment could not offset the arrows shot by the strong crossbow.

He will restrain everything and press his speed and reaction to the level of ordinary people.

In the first shot, the Black Arrow dropped three points in mid-air, but the momentum remained the same.

The second time, the strange power contained in the black arrow was finally reduced a lot, and it had already left the original direction of progress and flew towards other places.

In the third blow, the arrow was struck to the ground, shattering its body.

"You're so bold!"

"I felt a little guilty about what I did before, but this sneak attack of yours annoyed me!"

"If you do this, then my previous worries can dissipate, and I will live and die, and I can't complain about me!"

Lin Xuan's black hair fluttered without wind, his robe bulged, and a sword slashed out.

Boom!

The sword danced in a circle in the air, and Han Mang wrapped the three middle-aged men in it, but this action was preparing to deal with three people by one person.

"Before the congenital congenital, I also delusionally want one person to fight three, although we are old, we still have the strength to fight!"

"Humph!"

With a cold snort, the atmosphere suddenly became heavy.

The middle-aged man who had sneaked up on him before pulled out a soft sword from his left sleeve, twisted it in mid-air and made a crisp sound, stabbing at Lin Xuan.

Bang!

The two swords collided in the air, sparks flew everywhere, and the sound of gold and iron clashing kept ringing.

The soft sword itself is very flexible, and the opponent also gives full play to this advantage.

The sword in his hand seemed to have turned into a whip, entangling Lin Xuan's sword and body, no matter how he moved or swung his sword, the opponent's soft sword always locked him.

Whew!

The soft sword body was trembling, and eight or nine afterimages directly appeared in an instant, stabbing at Lin Xuan's face, forehead, heart, throat and other different parts.

Of course, Lin Xuan's enemies were not only him, but also two other innate masters.

One of them slapped a palm on Lin Xuan's back at the moment when he took out his sword in middle age.

A gust of wind came out of the palm of his hand, and the dust on the ground was directly cut off by three points.

Weeds fluttered and fluttered in the gray air.

At the same time, the small forests seven zhang away from Jianzhuang seemed to encounter the violent wind of nature, and they all swayed wildly.

Seven zhang away, just the wind overflowing from the palm, and dozens of trees will become like that, how strong is this palm?

At the moment, this is not a question that Lin Xuan is thinking about, but it is something that people outside Jianzhuang think.

When the wind blows, most of them reach out and put out their sleeves to block the dust.

But there are also a few people, squinting at this battle, this is a confrontation between the strongest of the older generation and the younger generation in the rivers and lakes, this battle will definitely move the rivers and lakes, and the owner of the big village happens to be this kind of person.

It's so strong!

His expression was solemn, this was the first time he had seen an innate powerhouse make a move, he didn't expect these people to be so terrifying.

In the past, the elders of the family dictated the strength of the innate masters, but now it is the first time to see them take action.

Compared with the congenital characters, I am afraid that these people are all ants who do not enter the stream.

I have never seen the power of an innate character in my life for half my life, and now I have a glimpse of the innate realm because of him!

What an irony!

The owner of the big village glanced at Lin Xuan and laughed at himself, he had wanted to rob Lin Xuan of his cheats before, if this idea was known by others, it would only add to the joke.

I heard that Tan Xu's martial arts are the same as those of an innate powerhouse, but Lin Xuan killed him, wouldn't it prove that Lin Xuan was stronger than an innate master?

I can't do it myself, I just hope they'll win!

He let out a long sigh, looking very melancholy, and his face was a little embarrassed, and it took a long time before he came back to his senses and looked up at their decisive battle again.

The last innate powerhouse pulled out a thick-backed knife from the scabbard behind his back, pulled out a black sword light, and slashed at Lin Xuan's right hand with a sword.

He was the last to make a move, but he was the first to attack Lin Xuan.

His knife was so fast that the naked eye could only catch the location of the knife's fall, and no one could see the marks of its slash.

The knife flashed with a sharp edge, and in an instant, killing opportunities were everywhere.

Suddenly, Lin Xuan stepped lightly, and the iron sword in his hand also changed.

Bite!

His sword met the opponent's sword in mid-air, and only the sound of gold and iron resonating was heard, as well as sword and sword lights.

The knife was not very powerful, but it was very fast, and a dozen knives were swung in a single breath, each of which slashed at his wrist.

Lin Xuan didn't use any fixed moves, he completely relied on his thoughts to make moves, just like a poet improvised a poem, at this moment, in the face of these countless sword lights, what he did was to swing the sword in his heart.

These swords did look disorganized, but they had the shadow of more than 10,000 swordsmanship moves in Lin Xuan's mind.

All the swordsmanship he learned was practiced in his head, and when he was fighting, he used the sword he felt was most suitable.

The forward stab was either smooth or flat, and a flash of light flashed through his mind, and his sword changed with it.

That sword light couldn't be distinguished in the eyes of ordinary people, and Lin Xuan couldn't see it now if he gave up his advantage.

But he still blocked those fast knives, because although the opponent's knives were fast, there were traces to be found.

He couldn't see the knife clearly, but he could block it!

The opponent's knife always attacked Lin Xuan's wrist, and the number of moves actually had certain habits and rules, just like when a person wanted to get up, he would subconsciously wipe his ears with his fingers, Lin Xuan calculated the number of ways that the knife technique must change, and he was very handy in dealing with it.

No matter how fast the man sped up the knife, he could determine where the knife would fall in advance and respond.

The move is dead, and the person is alive, so Lin Xuan can anticipate the enemy's opportunity.

The other party was indeed alive, but the trick was dead, and Lin Xuan was different from him, because his trick was alive.

Those movements are all the freehand thoughts in his heart, sending and receiving as he wishes, no rules, no tricks, no style.

Of course, Lin Xuan was now facing not only these swords, but also the sword of the back and that amazing palm.

Click!

As soon as the soft sword approached Lin Xuan's body, it was slapped to the side by the sword in his hand.

The man wanted to use a soft sword to stab at the weakest point around him, but Lin Xuan locked his sword.

Even if the swordsmanship has undergone many changes, even if countless famous swordsmanship in the rivers and lakes have been used by him, his sword is still three inches in front of Lin Xuan.

The swordsmanship he used became more and more cumbersome, and his strength was exhausted too quickly, and his breath slowly became heavy.

His eyes glanced at Lin Xuan with complicated eyes, and he suddenly felt that his body was not as good as before, maybe he had really reached his twilight years.

"I've lived in seclusion here for decades, but I didn't know that such an excellent young man appeared on the rivers and lakes!"

"In terms of swordsmanship alone, he has surpassed me by too much!"

In the eyes of others, it was he who locked Lin Xuan's sword within three inches, but in fact, it was Lin Xuan's sword that trapped the sword in his hand.

His sword was hovering three inches away from Lin Xuan, and no matter how he changed, he couldn't get out of that range, and even if he could leave him, he wouldn't do so.

Whenever his sword was three inches away from Lin Xuan, his swordsmanship would have multiple flaws in an instant, and the other party could seriously injure him if he stabbed at any of them.

Those three inches are the circle of his soft sword defense, and if he leaves three inches, he will be injured, and he may even die.

It was clear that he was attacking first, but now he is defending.

Lin Xuan's battle with them was only a few breaths, but to the other onlookers, it was longer than a whole day.

This battle is thrilling, their every move is very exquisite, and many people seem to understand these tricks in their hearts.

Lin Xuan used the iron sword body to attack the soft sword, and used the blade of the sword to collide with the ink knife, and the exquisite swordsmanship of one hand has been attacking, and there has never been a single defense.

At some point, the sky darkened, and even in the sparse afterglow of the setting sun, you could only see a third of the scenery in the distance.

A piece of green and faint grass fell in front of Jianzhuang, and was instantly smashed into pieces by an invisible palm force that advanced.

A strong wind blew people's long hair fluttering and their clothes fluttering.

As the wind approached, many people's minds were buzzing.

They know it's time to kill!