Chapter Eighty-Nine: The Battle

Rise.

Lu Bu's eyes showed a look of fanaticism, looking extremely excited, his lips trembled, and he whispered, "...... I have never been defeated in my life......"

"Worthy of the Immortal Sword......"

"You're the first to push so-and-so to this point......"

He made a move with his halberd, and the halberd that opened and closed wide split three or four dead trees.

That move was like a thunderbolt from the sky, powerful and swift, and it came to Lin Xuan's chest from a distance in the blink of an eye.

And Lin Xuan's expression was calm, he always held his sword and drew a circle.

The sword technique displayed in his hand is just a variety of circles, and there is only one move to talk about moves, but this move is varied.

Each of his swords is both defensive and offensive at the same time.

Every move and style is a combination of rigidity and softness, endless.

The sword moves are stretched but not stretched, defending the middle with the attack, and attacking with the defense.

Lu Bu held the halberd in his hand and slashed it high, like a mountain waterfall, giving people a heavy sense of depression.

The Broken Sorrow Sword in Lin Xuan's hand quietly drew a blood-colored circle in the moonlight.

The unstoppable halberd fell under the sword ring.

In Lu Bu's shocked gaze, the iron halberd in his hand did not obey the call, and followed Lin Xuan's Broken Sorrow Sword to draw a circle together.

The halberd in his hand moved with Lin Xuan's sword moves, and the other party drew a circle with his sword, and he couldn't help but change his moves.

Between the two, Lu Bu continued to strengthen the strength of the halberd, and he wanted to force Lin Xuan to abandon the Broken Sorrow Sword in his hand through this method.

And Lin Xuan was full of indifference, he used the long sword to draw a circle to unload the force, as well as the imperial power.

The strength in the circle continued to stack as they fought, and the strength after each move was one point stronger than the previous one.

Every move and style of Lu Bu was driven by Lin Xuan, and he couldn't control the halberd in his hand at all.

How can it be!!

Lu Bu's complexion changed drastically, and he immediately took luck, preparing to pull the halberd out of the sword ring.

"What!!"

He stared at the sword circle in front of him with a face full of disbelief, and his breathing became rapid at this moment.

The halberd was clearly in his hand, but there was an indescribable strange feeling in his heart.

For Lu Bu, he has practiced the halberd for many years, and the halberd is almost integrated with him, as if it is another arm.

But at the moment......

He still held the familiar halberd in his hand, but it felt like something unfamiliar.

Not only that, but now I seem to have lost control of it!!

Lu Bu set off a monstrous wave in his mind, he felt that his body was light and fluttering, and he felt in a trance that everything that happened in front of him was an illusion.

Feeling the continuous power on the opponent's long sword, he didn't know why, and kept blessing the strength on the halberd.

The slower they played, the slower they struck.

Lu Bu frowned, he had already realized that the strength of the sword in Lin Xuan's hand had reached an extremely terrifying level.

Even...... Better than yourself......

How could he, a seriously injured man, do this?

Under the moonlight.

Lin Xuan's face drew a sword arc again as usual, and Lu Bu's face became completely solemn.

Boom!!

The iron halberd in his hand and the opponent's long sword met, and with a loud bang, Lu Bu's whole person was shaken away by an invisible force.

He flew ten feet away, hitting five or six trees all the way before he could come to a stop.

"Poof!"

He lowered his head and spewed out a large mouthful of hot blood, his black hair fluttering, and the red armor on his body turned into pieces and fell to the ground.

"I lost ......"

"Immortal Sword...... You're the one who wins......"

Lu Bu stared blankly at the shattered armor under his feet, and his mind went blank.

As he spoke, there was a vague abruptness between his eyebrows.

He knew very well that if he hadn't had this armor just now......

Myself...... Long dead......

Lu Bu raised his eyebrows, and his heart was unprecedentedly frightened.

The halberd was inserted into the ground, and his right arm trembled slightly. With force in his hand, he held the halberd body tightly.

His face was pale and bloodless, and he struggled to his feet.

Lu Bu spewed out a mouthful of hot blood, raised his head and took a deep look at Lin Xuan.

He knew very well that the Immortal Sword had long been exhausted, and although he didn't know what method the other party used to defeat him, he was considered a loser after all.

But if he made another move towards the Immortal Sword now, it would be impossible for the other party to survive.

This is the experience that years of war has brought him, and it can also be regarded as a kind of speculation.

If you guess correctly, it's good, but if you guess wrong......

A cold wind blows.

Lin Xuan shook his head helplessly, he stretched out his Broken Sorrow Sword and pointed at Lu Bu from afar.

The other party hesitated, nothing more than thinking about how to deal with himself. In this case, it is better to strike first.

Lu Bu straightened his waist, he spat out a mouthful of blood, and looked at Lin Xuan coldly.

The entire mountain forest fell silent at this moment, falling into a deathly silence.

Lin Xuan looked at Lu Bu from afar, Lu Bu looked at Lin Xuan condescendingly, and none of them spoke.

After a long time, Lu Bu dragged the halberd slowly towards Lin Xuan.

What does he mean?

Still want to make a move?

With a fixed gaze, Lin Xuan took a deep breath and waited for the other party's move.

Lu Bu and Lin Xuan staggered by, he held the halberd, and walked into the distance without looking back.

Lin Xuan was stunned, he never expected this to happen.

After the duel just now, both of them knew it.

If it is a protracted battle, Lu Bu may be seriously injured, but he will definitely die.

Case...... Why did he let himself go?

After a long moment, he withdrew his sword and turned to leave.

At this moment, Lu Bu's hoarse voice came from his ears.

"The emperor's gamble is no longer about you and Marshal Murong, but also the princes of all parties. There are thirty-three princes on Great Monday, all of whom are members of the royal family, and all of them have ......"

"All are eligible...... Succession to the throne ......"

"It's an opportunity for them, that is...... You ......"

Lin Xuan stopped, his expression calm, without any fear.

"Thank you...... Inform!"

Lu Bu nodded, and he continued to walk down the mountain.

"I hope you can live...... Next time I'll be more dignified than you......"

......

Seven days later.

The rumbling sound of breaking the air sounded in the cold wind, and Lin Xuan staggered left and right to dodge.

His embarrassed figure looked rather ridiculous, but now not only did no one laugh at him, but everyone looked at him with awe.

Due to the emperor's bet, the immortal sword became the object of competition in the world. But he hadn't lost a single bet since the day the bet was made.

Although he was seriously injured, it seemed as if he would die at any moment.

But he just lived day after day in such a state under the shocking eyes of the world.

In the past, he fled in the mountains and jungles, but now he went the opposite way, and came to the ancient city of Guangling with one person and one sword.

He stood under the city gates and invited the world's heroes to fight.

Whoever beats him in a contest is considered to have won the paper bet.

Western Liang Qin State, Northern Yan Wei State, Jiangnan Qi State, Mobei Chu State...... The thirty-three princes of the Great Zhou Dynasty all sent people to the ancient city of Guangling.

The tiger and wolf generals of the Great Zhou can be seen everywhere here, and any person wearing armor on the streets of the ancient city of Guangling may be a famous general.

It had been seven days since the Immortal Sword had been in the ring, and in those seven days, he had defeated twenty-seven generals sent by the princes.

He seemed to be weak, as if he would die at any moment.

But he managed to last seven days in this state, and thwarted twenty-seven princes with this weakened appearance.

The Immortal Sword is unparalleled in the world when it stands and makes a sword, and it is unstoppable when it sits and makes a move!

When facing the enemy, he sat on the ground when he was tired, drew his sword at will, and pressed the princes of all walks of life with a soft sword move.

No matter what kind of tricks the opponent uses, no matter what kind of blade the opponent uses, he uses a seemingly weak sword move to convince the heroes from all walks of life.

Lin Xuan's face was as usual, and he calmly changed his sword technique under the fierce attack of the opponent's double hammer.

He is indeed the end of the crossbow, and his reaction and strength are far inferior to ordinary people.

But after one life-and-death decisive battle after another, his swordsmanship has long been rejuvenated in a desperate situation, reaching a point of mystery and mystery.

He and the Broken Sorrow Sword are like human swords as one, and the connection between the sword and people is on a higher level.

After the decisive battle with Lu Bu, he found that his swordsmanship had become much stronger.

Lin Xuan thought about it for a long time, and finally made a very crazy decision......

He held the blood-stained Broken Sorrow Sword, and crashed headlong into the storm of the Great Zhou, and the long-lost Immortal Sword reappeared in the eyes of the world.

Since the day he came to the ancient city of Guangling, he has not been defeated......

During this time, Lin Xuan defeated a total of one hundred and thirty-seven generals.

He came out with a sword, and it only took seven days to become a legend that everyone in the Great Zhou Dynasty talked about.

There was wind and snow in the south of the Yangtze River, but the ancient city of Guangling set off a bloody storm.

Lin Xuan's arrival brought a huge shock to this peaceful ancient city.

He moved the world with his sword and stirred up the storm.

With a seriously injured body, he fought one hundred and thirty-seven battles with the generals who fought on the battlefield, and he never lost a single defeat!

Immortal Sword ...... Lin Xuan......

His sword was called the first sword in the world by the people of the Great Zhou, and it was not until this moment that the world truly recognized his title of invincible in the world.

"Hoo ......"

Lin Xuan exhaled softly, he held the Broken Sorrow Sword, and a series of blood flowers swayed down.

"Look at the hammer!!"

On the other side, a young man about thirty years old with a sharp mouth and shrunken cheeks held a pair of copper hammers and slammed at Lin Xuan.

The man wore a crown of black gold and held two brass hammers the size of a jar.

Lin Xuan smiled faintly, holding the Broken Sorrow Sword and drawing a semicircle.

"It's this trick again......"

On the city wall of the ancient city of Guangling, a middle-aged man in black armor stared at the Broken Sorrow Sword in Lin Xuan's hand with a solemn face.

"I can't figure it out......"

"That pitifully weak sword move...... How the hell can you beat us......"

"Don't think too much, you must know that his opponent is the Xiliang Tiger Li Yuanba!"

A white-robed general stared at the two people on the battlefield with a complicated expression, and he sighed in shock: "I don't know which of these two people is stronger or weaker......

The Xiliang Tiger Li Yuan's power is infinite, and his weapons are two copper hammers weighing 800 catties.

No one in the Xiliang area can go through two moves under his double hammer, he has fought more than 100 people alone with a double hammer, and the two copper hammers are like swatting flies, only hitting the mountains of corpses and the sea of blood, killing everyone cleanly.

He has many famous achievements in his life, and he is known as the most ferocious warrior in Xiliang by the world.