Chapter 11: Sublimation

The sun is in the sky, and the clouds are hundred.

The blazing golden light fell from the sky, creeping up the treetops, accompanied by the clouds hanging from the branches.

The wind blows.

The branches move, bringing up the gathering and scattering of deep clouds.

A clutch, seemingly true and false.

The iron sword in Lin Xuan's hand seemed to have moved the clouds to disperse, and a cold glow bloomed in the murmur.

The iron sword was filled with a dangerous aura, turning into an invisible and phaseless breeze, and like an all-pervasive trickle, fluttering and flowing forward.

Where does the wind come from, and where does the water go?

These are the two most indescribable things in nature, but they were turned into swordsmanship by Lin Xuan.

The visible sword suddenly made an invisible move, and under the brilliance, it still showed a difference.

In their eyes, the sword was as dazzling as the sun and as dazzling as the stars.

What's even more terrifying is that they subconsciously closed their eyes at the first time they saw the sword light.

Between life and death, one of the staggering is death.

However, there are still changes in Lin Xuan's swordsmanship, and it can also be said that this change comes from Lin Xuan himself.

Lin Xuan is not an immortal, but for a secular person, he is enough to be called a half-immortal, and the swordsmanship he used is indeed a half-immortal.

Lin Xuan sensed the change that was faintly derived from this sword, and he said in a low voice: "Probably, this is because I am a little more noble than you mortals, even if you mortal emperor has to bow down in front of me." ”

This change is not in the subtlety of the sword moves, but in the difference between Lin Xuan and others.

This is a half-immortal swordsmanship, which should have a bit of immortal intent, flawless, and beautiful.

That sword is more beautiful than the clouds, more beautiful than the fallen leaves that are gargling and dancing in the autumn wind, more beautiful than the flowing water between the mountains and rocks, and more beautiful than the natural ghostly workmanship.

The atmosphere at this moment is very quiet, and the shock flowing in the air seems to be frozen by this silence, and the people in the rivers and lakes are staring at this beautiful sword with shocked eyes.

They had never seen this move before, this was a sword that had never been seen before, if Lin Xuan was unwilling to inherit it, I was afraid that it would also be a sword that would never come after.

The sword is like a rainbow, wonderful, looking at this sword, there are already too many people who practice swords have dropped the sword in their hands.

Those who have attained the Dao can die at night, and after they saw Lin Xuan's swordsmanship, some people decided not to use swords again in this life.

Lin Xuan was like a sword move of a god and a demon, making those who learned swords feel desperate, after seeing such a sword technique, where would they still be qualified to use a sword?

There are many heroes in the rivers and lakes, but the real swordsmen are all heroes among heroes.

Because real swordsmen are sincere, and only swordsmen who are sincere to people and sincere to swords can be called swordsmen.

Lin Xuan's sword made their long sword dusty, and they had a sense of powerlessness that could not be surpassed in their lifetimes.

Swordsmen are arrogant, and when they are arrogant, they choose to let go, and when they fall into the abyss, they never want to climb out again.

A middle-aged man looked gloomy and untied the famous sword behind his back, threw it in the distance, and walked away without looking back.

He staggered and looked unusually gloomy, and the man sighed incessantly, bumping into many spectators along the way.

"Qingfeng, Qingfeng, after looking at this sword, I know that I am not qualified to be a swordsman, don't blame me, don't blame me!"

"You are the number one divine sword in the world, after looking at this sword, I am afraid that I don't want to recognize me as the master!"

As he spoke, he didn't know that the seven orifices were bleeding, and he kept vomiting blood from his mouth, but he still walked into the distance.

Someone recognized the identity of the middle-aged man, sighed softly, and said with a sigh: "The Sword Saint Lu Wuming, the owner of the Divine Sword Villa, will be lost in this sword, he can enter the top three in the world in terms of swordsmanship, and he is also a congenital figure in terms of cultivation, so he will fall into this fate." ”

He turned his head to look at Lin Xuan, there was amazement and shock in his eyes, and he said in a daze: "This person's swordsmanship is close to immortal demons, is there anyone else in the world who can catch such a move?"

Stage.

Facing this sword, the shock in Tan Xu's eyes definitely surpassed that of everyone present, but there were more doubts in his heart.

How could such a swordsmanship never be heard of?

This should not be an obscure swordsmanship, right?

The sword was getting closer, and he didn't have time to think too much.

The simple knife is in the air, and it looks ordinary.

Swing down.

He wanted to cut off the opponent's perfect sword move, so he used the simplest sword to cut off his impeccable sword.

It is said that the road is simple, so use this human reason to cut his sword.

The sword light that broke through the sky stabbed forward, getting closer and closer.

His knife fell at the same time.

The sword and the sword are like old enemies, meeting and fighting, and the others suddenly have a feeling that they should be like this when they look at this scene.

Such a sword should fight with such a sword, and the two most extreme tricks on the rivers and lakes must have a fight.

In this river and lake, there is no simpler and purer move than Tan Xu, and there is no more perfect sword move than Lin Xuan.

Bai Yujing of the Great Zhou Dynasty, under the attention of all people, this is called the right time and place.

The swordsman who has mastered two different tricks has a peak duel with the swordsman, which is called harmony.

The time and place are favorable, and both sides have reached their own peaks.

"Bell!"

The sound of the clashing of swords fell on people's hearts, and the eyes of others fell on them.

Lin Xuan's sword was like a falling leaf swept away by the autumn wind, and there was no trace to be found, making people have nowhere to avoid.

Looking at this sword, most people's hearts were like ashes, and they clearly knew that if they faced this type of killing sword, they would definitely die.

The sword comes, the sword falls.

"The flying sword is like a stream of three thousand zhang, and it is suspected that the Milky Way has fallen for nine days. ”

Although Lin Xuan took out his sword, he still recited this poem.

He recited the poem very slowly, but the sword came out very quickly, but after the poem was recited, the sword just fell.

This is a very strange scene, with his speed, the sword should come first, why should they go together?

Chu Xue sighed, her heart was a little complicated, and the whole person was stunned in place, at a loss.

I can still get a glimpse of his realm, and now that this sword is paired with this poem, he has surpassed me by much, much.

Her face was cloudy, and her heart was very melancholy.

Whenever you think that your skills are at the end, you will always come up with new means to surprise us, how many good skills are you hiding?

Lin Xuan didn't mean to read the poem, but a glimmer of light flashed in his heart, making his sword and the poem suddenly change by three points.

Tan Xu suddenly saw that the sun in the sky was flowing out of the clouds inch by inch.

Lin Xuan's sword was bright and dazzling, just like the poem he recited, and the iron sword seemed to have turned into flowing water, falling from the Nine Heavens Galaxy, with a majestic momentum.

His sword used to have wind and subtle flowing water, but now it has a different kind of change.

It was a waterfall that fell from the mountains, from the heavens, and it was majestic, with a fury that destroyed everything.

The waterfall should have been far away from the elegance of Qing Shui, but Lin Xuan's sword mixed them together.

In fact, what Tan Xu saw was not the sun, it was the sword in Lin Xuan's hand, but it was as dazzling as the sun.

The sun is not the sun, and of course the cloud should not be a cloud, it is the knife in Tan Xu's hand.

Lin Xuan's sword was originally three points better than Tan Xu's sword, and when he fought a decisive battle, he sublimated his sword by three points, of course Tan Xu was inferior to him.

So he lost, Tan Xu still lost to Lin Xuan after all, just as Lin Xuan beat the others.

No one expected that even a character like him would be suppressed by Lin Xuan.

Tan Xu's sword couldn't completely resist this sword, because Lin Xuan's sword momentum had not been exhausted, and he was still stabbing forward.

A touch of cold light tugs at the heartstrings.

Lin Xuan sighed in his heart, feeling worthless for such a person to fold in his hands.

The sword was swung out of his hand, and he could naturally change the direction of the sword, but he didn't want to do so.

If he collects the sword, he will be eaten by the killing machine on the sword, and he does not like to do such a thankless task.

Moreover, he understood that only when Tan Xu died under this sword move, his sword could truly sublimate and become stronger.

The killing intent of this sword is aimed at Tan Xu, if he doesn't die, the sword move will not be complete.

In order to consummation, he had to die.

His knife also wanted to kill himself, and he had to die.

Therefore he will die.

A streak of blood dripped down, staining the silver blade red.

Lin Xuan turned his head and looked at his corpse with a somewhat embarrassed expression.

"If you and I had met somewhere else, we wouldn't have sat at the same table and drank. ”

"It's a pity, it's a pity. ”

His tone was gloomy, and the regret in his words did not seem to be fake.

In Lin Xuan's opinion, if Tan Xu is given another twenty years, his sword skills can still be seen, but his vision is destined to the height of the other party.

Tan Xu is not an ordinary person, he is among the top three in the rivers and lakes in terms of reputation, but now he has died under Lin Xuan's sword and has become his stepping stone.

"This kid is so strong, even a character like Tan Xu was beheaded by him. The deacon in the ring roared in his head and took a few steps back.

He remembered his previous disrespect for Lin Xuan, and instantly felt his scalp tingle, and only prayed that Lin Xuan would not take him to heart.

Tan Xu is dead!

Watching this scene, it took a long time for the other spectators to slow down and accept this reality.

When Tan Xu lost under the sword, many people classified Lin Xuan as a person who must not be provoked in the world.

There was no one present who was stronger than Tan Xu, and in terms of cultivation, they were all too far behind Lin Xuan, so they were afraid.

"What a rebellious immortal sword, in today's battle, who else in the world doesn't know him?"

"He killed Tan Xu today, who else will dare to block his way in the future?"

"Not necessarily, he killed people in a high-profile manner at this time, presumably to disturb Bai Yujing. In the future, the number of people who stand in his way will only increase, not decrease by a fraction!"

They talk about the things at hand, but their minds are all about other things.

Most of the mixed rivers and lakes have their own foundation backgrounds, and Lin Xuan has done too many things to disrupt Bai Yujing's layout recently.

No one can predict the changes in the future, everything is changing now, and their future will also change for it, and they care about these changes for their own sake.

Lin Xuan stepped out of the ring under the shocked gaze of everyone, his expression was calm, as if he had done a trivial thing that was not worth mentioning.

"Are you okay?" said Hatsuyuki, looking at the man full of secrets.

It was dawn now, but the secret that Lin Xuan himself carried had shrouded Bai Yujing in a thick fog.

People are panicking, others can't see through Lin Xuan, and they can't see through themselves, even if they have been together for so long.

Lin Xuan looked at Chu Xue and said coldly, "You go!"

His cold eyes were like ice, and they still exuded a chill in the blazing sun.

He looked at her, with the eyes of a stranger, cold and oppressive.

They weren't strangers in the first place, but Lin Xuan showed such a look, clearly wanting to separate from her.

"Hah!"

With a snort, Chu Xue was very smart, and of course she understood what it meant.

There are only so many places around a person, and there are only so many places you can give, and in this small circle, some people want to come in, and some people have to leave.

But Lin Xuan is different, there is no room for anyone around him, anyone who wants to squeeze around him, vainly trying to stop his steps, there is only one thing he wants to do.

Kill!!

But although he kills, he doesn't kill for no reason.