Chapter 5 Weak water pulls the wind and grinds the red dust

"This kid has survived to such a point with his flawed swordsmanship, he is very good!"

A middle-aged man leaned on the railing of an attic and looked at Lin Xuan in the ring and sighed.

"Lord, in the eyes of the villain, this is not what makes him stand out. A big man knelt on one knee with a very respectful expression.

"The unrivaled sword speed is the most terrifying thing about him, like lightning slicing through the sky, and the speed is too late to deal with it!"

"Even if it is an ordinary sword move full of flaws, when it comes to his hands, it will become extremely terrifying!"

"Hmm!"

Rise.

"Pursuing the ultimate sword speed, will he be the killer there?"

The middle-aged man pondered for a long time, his eyes were like torches, and he was very sharp.

Stage.

Lin Xuan wandered in Wang Cong's dense sword net, strolling leisurely, his body unhurried, and he didn't seem to take his tricks to heart.

The iron sword in his hand pierced out, like a nightingale flying, gargling and falling.

This sword move!?

How so?

Wang Cong was shocked to find that after a short competition, Lin Xuan's ordinary swordsmanship had improved a lot.

The original flawed swordsmanship slowly became reasonable.

Although this change is small and inconspicuous in the eyes of others, it seems great in the eyes of Wang Cong.

Because at this moment, he has fallen behind, and he can still suppress the other party a little by relying on swordsmanship alone.

Right now, the advantage goes to the other side, and he falls into the disadvantage.

Before you know it, there is a decline that is about to lose!

Is this kid using me to practice swords?

Wang Cong's brows furrowed, and he felt a little angry at Lin Xuan's approach in his heart.

As a well-known master, he naturally didn't want to be regarded by Lin Xuan as the object of skilled moves.

Since becoming famous, he has been accustomed to praise and enjoys the fearful look at him when others look at him.

Lin Xuan did this, and he would be angry if he was any Jianghu person.

However, he is familiar with swordsmanship in the competition, and this method has never been tried by a master who has been famous for a long time like Rao.

I have to admit that he is really bold!

However, if you drag on like this, you will lose sooner or later!

was led away by the opponent's swordsmanship, and the true qi in his body was constantly consumed.

The moment when the true qi is exhausted, it is the time when you are defeated.

Lin Xuan didn't have a trace of true qi on his sword, how could he match his own sword moves?

Every sword he wielded had tremendous power, and the power alone was even a few points stronger than the sword he swung.

It's just nearly thirty years of internal strength, why can't he resist him who doesn't use his true qi at all?

Now he has a lot of distractions in his head, and he doesn't know what to do.

Sigh.

His eyes flickered slightly, and Wang Cong made a decision.

Break the kettle and gamble everything!

Use your strongest sword to win or lose, whether you win or lose is all in this last sword.

Wang Cong secretly mentioned all the true qi in the dantian, and the violent wind instantly blew a sneer, blowing everything around the ring.

The green shirt robe was shaken by the internal breath, fluttering, and kept trembling, and the whole body exuded a terrifying momentum.

At the same time, the slightly white green silk on his head also rose immediately, stagnating in mid-air.

Lin Xuan took three steps back, staring at each other with a strange expression.

How can there be such momentum?

Ready to go all-in?

"Are you going to amplify your moves?

A sneer.

Seeing this, Lin Xuan made a move at the same time.

Raise your hand, sword up.

The iron sword swung immediately.

Meanwhile.

A giant sword phantom was attached to Wang Cong's iron sword, which looked extremely sharp.

The furious True Qi stopped above, causing the surrounding air to vibrate.

Distance.

The eyes of the people watching the fight all fell on the ring, and they all knew that it was Wang Cong's last move.

It's the winner's time!

The other side.

Lin Xuan's swordsmanship looked ordinary and ordinary to the naked eye.

Only compared with Wang Cong in terms of prestige, there is a big gap between the two.

On the iron sword he wielded, there was no true qi flowing.

However, Wang Cong's true qi can transform into shape, judging by the experience of the rivers and lakes alone, it should be the former who loses.

Hatsuyuki frowned and clutched her clothes tightly.

She knew that, but she expected a twist.

"Weak water pulls the wind and grinds red dust!"

Lin Xuan smiled slightly, and the sword in his hand blew towards Wang Cong like a breeze.

This was the first sword move he had created in his life, and it was also the first time Lin Xuan had used this move in its entirety.

It was a very meaningful moment, so he was in a good mood.

According to the record of "Ten Continents in the Sea: Fenglinzhou": "Fenglinzhou is in the middle of the West Sea, 1,500 miles away, and there is weak water around the continent on all sides. ”

The weak water is the most peculiar water in the previous life, and from the Hongmao to the unparalleled immortal monarch in the world, they can't float on the weak water.

He chose such a name for the sword, which was to have high hopes for this move!

He expects that his sword moves can be as independent as weak water, and will not be influenced by anyone or anything.

Weak water pulls the wind and crushes the red dust!

The most important key to this trick is the word weak water, which is mainly based on the change of weak water, supplemented by the breeze, and crushes thousands of feet of red dust.

He longs for this day to come, and now this sword is his first step!

How so?

Chu Xue, who had been paying attention to the duel, saw this, his face was full of astonishment, and the whole person was in a state of distraction.

In her eyes, the sword in Lin Xuan's hand was originally as slow as a turtle walking.

But at the moment when the sword came out, he gave himself another feeling.

The sword moved slowly like a light boat in the slow current, and it was as fast and fierce as a thunderbolt.

Is it fast?

Or is it slow?

While she was thinking, the winner on stage would be decided.

Two iron swords staggered through the air, stabbing straight at the opposite side.

If you follow this trajectory, both of them will be injured, perhaps both of them will be injured or one will be killed and one will be injured.

This result was expected by Wang Cong, he didn't have the confidence to catch Lin Xuan's strange sword moves.

Rather than this, it is better to take risks.

In the regular competition, he has no confidence in winning, so he can only choose this.

Bear this sword with flesh and blood, in exchange for your own sword also piercing the opponent's body.

Don't win, don't lose, that's enough!

With a plan, the long sword continued to stab forward, without hesitation.

"Poof!"

Wang Cong spewed out a mouthful of blood mist and retreated a few steps, his face turned pale, and he fiercely pulled out the iron sword inserted in his chest, and his body trembled violently.

He looked at Lin Xuan in front of him unscathed, his eyes were stunned, and his mouth was repeated.

"Why?

"Why? Why?"

He didn't care about winning or losing now, he only cared about how Lin Xuan could stab himself, but he wouldn't be hurt by himself!

Equally.

A young man dressed in black asked the people around him with a puzzled face: "Have you ever seen what happened just now? Why did that kid's sword pierce Wang Cong's chest first? It stands to reason that they should have lost both, but why is that kid okay?"

"It was probably the young man's sword that changed on the way, and he himself avoided Wang Cong's sword in an instant, so he was fine!" explained a middle-aged man in a green robe.

"How can this be?" an old man retorted, "It should be that young man who sped up his sword and interrupted Wang Cong's sword. At the same time, he took out his sword again and stabbed him in the chest, after all, his sword speed is obvious to all. ”

"Haha!" Another person said: "I feel that this kid has bought off the people here, and they have joined forces to play a bitter meat show!"

"Tut-tut, this trick to become famous, it's good!"

Wrong!

Chu Xue recalled the strange swordsmanship that Lin Xuan used, and suddenly had a guess.

Maybe it's the problem with that style of swordsmanship!

Could it be that the fast and slow swordsmanship had a few more changes that others couldn't see halfway, so there was this ending?

Lin Xuan had been using flawed sword moves from beginning to end, and she was curious why he was hiding it?

People who go to the rivers and lakes, no matter how bad their martial arts are, should have a few perfect tricks, but he doesn't have them.

is proficient in some ordinary tricks, probably only pigs can't do it, not to mention that Lin Xuan is much smarter than pigs.

Extraordinary!

Strange swordsmanship!

Talent is enviable!

A character like him shouldn't be obscure, what secrets are hidden behind him?

What is the purpose of this person coming to Bai Yujing?

If Lin Xuan knew Chu Xue's thoughts at this time, he would definitely laugh dumbly.

He was just refining his own tricks, and wanted to modify and remove the flaws in the sword moves.

The swordsmanship's swordsmanship is all found out from the competition, and only the swordsmanship honed through the battle is considered the real swordsmanship.

Swords are meant to kill, not to be seen, or to be played.

In Lin Xuan's heart, the same is true of sword moves!

In his previous life, Lin Xuan was very knowledgeable, and he was even more proficient in piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, but the only thing he didn't know at that time was swordsmanship, and he had never touched a sword!

After hundreds of years in his previous life, it is unimaginable that he has never touched a sword in his life.

In this life, by chance, he held the sword.

From that moment on, he developed an obsession with swords, an obsession with swordsmanship.

If he had known that he would be so fond of swords, he would have met them earlier in his previous life.

As long as he held the sword, Lin Xuan would be different from usual.

Before drawing his sword, he will use some intrigue to achieve his goal. For him, any means, any scheming, is just a way to help him succeed.

And when he held the sword, he regarded himself as a swordsman.

He holds the sword, and he is a swordsman who is sincere to the sword and to the people.

He held the sword, he was a swordsman who was not afraid of life and death, and only divided the high and low swordsmanship.

He felt that every sword he swung was glory, and that was the pride of the swordsman. He can accept death, but he can't accept someone else's insult to swordsmanship.

He is attached to the sword, and the position of the sword in his heart is supreme.

Even if it is immortal, it can only be second.

With a sword in his hand, he became an arrogant swordsman, and he was no longer the Lin Xuan he knew.

If Lin Xuan hadn't been interested in swords in this life, maybe he would have become a hero who was extremely deep in the city and obsessed with the pursuit of immortality.

He is cold by nature, and once he tries his best to pursue something, he is afraid that it will cause many disasters in vain.

......

Stage.

Listening to everyone's discussions, Lin Xuan couldn't help but sigh.

Such a high-profile move will probably cause a lot of trouble in the mortal world in the future.

However, although he is only a cultivator who has just glimpsed the path, he is also an existence that these ordinary people can't compete with.

"This person is so good, there are only a handful of people in the younger generation who can suppress him!"

"Hmph! I didn't know where to hide in a muffled martial arts before, but now that I have learned something, I ran out to grandstand!" Someone was full of jealousy.

Pressing down with his left hand, listening to others' comments on his family, Lin Xuan said loudly: "Bai Yujing in the sky, five cities on the twelfth floor." The immortals caressed my top, and my hair was immortalized. ”

"I'm immortal sword Lin Xuan, I first came to Bai Yujing, but I want to be defeated!"

"From today onwards, I only think about one thing, either I will be killed by the enemy, or the enemy will be killed by me. ”

A heroic momentum emanated from him, and a monstrous commotion immediately set off below.

"But if I fail, did I hear it wrong?" a young man sneered, licking his dry lips.

There are some things that can be said and some things that cannot be said on the rivers and lakes.

And Lin Xuan's sentence happened to be one of the few words that could not be spoken.

"There is no first in the text, and there is no second in the martial arts. This kid is getting a little carried away!" muttered another.

"It's really interesting to say such big things in order to be famous!" Chu Xue sighed from the shock, and immediately shook her head and sighed.

"Everything you're doing right now is ostentatious, and you're not half-restrained. I just don't know, why are you in such a hurry to become famous?"

No one took Lin Xuan's words to heart, and no one really paid attention to Lin Xuan.

They all just regarded Lin Xuan as a junior who got carried away.

How strong can a young man under twenty be?

This is just a joke!

"Da-da!" a dark-skinned young man walked into the ring with slow steps.

"Disciple Chen Yang of the Sword Sect, can you fight?"

Lin Xuan glanced at the other party, the tip of his sword pointed straight at him, and motioned for a move.

Chen Yang didn't say anything, and shot directly.

He folded his five fingers into claws and headed towards the weapon rack, sucking one by one. A large knife flew in and fell into his hand.

"Buzz!"

The iron sword in his hand stabbed forward, and Lin Xuan rushed straight out with a lift of his footsteps.

Rip!

What a flaw!

The scene that I had seen from a distance was far less obvious than standing in this ring.

It's rare for just one ordinary front stab to reveal so many flaws.

This sword move looked very elegant, and in Chen Yang's eyes, it was just a rather fancy useless move.

However, why did this kind of fancy swordsmanship defeat Wang Cong?

Could it be that he looked away, this seemingly useless swordsmanship is actually a hidden mystery?

Wang Cong is the strongest master in the same batch, even he lost to Lin Xuan, and he must not take it lightly!

"Slash!"

Chen Yang felt that Lin Xuan would not have too much True Qi left after the first few competitions, so he directly used the strongest attack, wanting to defeat Lin Xuan with this blow.

Directly release all the true qi in one go, go all out, and if you win, you will be truly famous in the world.

The true qi of the whole body converged on the long knife along the meridians, Chen Yang's face turned red, and the green tendons on his wrists bulged.

The long knife trembled, and the momentum was like a rainbow.

He slashed out and went straight forward.

"Good calculation!" Some people in the audience couldn't help but praise Chen Yang's intentions.

"Just now, he fought two games in a row, and his opponents were all masters who had been famous for a long time in the rivers and lakes. Even if he has spare strength, under Chen Yang's tricks, he won't be able to last long!"

This move made everyone's breathing become short, and everyone stared intently at the battle on the stage.

Can you block it?

Is that extravagant immortal sword going to lose?

In the eyes of everyone, the scene seen was Chen Yang's strongest move with an indomitable attitude.

The brilliant sword fell in front of him.

Lin Xuan's wrists moved, and the sword shadows were numerous.

Now.

Lin Xuan swung his sword very quickly, and the sky was full of sword light.

The other party's violent energy, when he encountered the sword light that he gently swung out of his hand, was constantly weakened and decomposed.

Like a fierce fire poured into the icy water, the power is constantly reduced.

His sword and Lin Xuan's sword struck each other in mid-air, sonorous and powerful, but the power contained in the big sword became weaker and weaker.

Lin Xuan's sword was like the wind in the air, a gentle breeze, invisible and invisible.

The wind came from all directions, restraining Chen Yang's slashing knife, making it impossible to change his moves.

Chen Yang watched Lin Xuan's movements, his face full of helplessness.

Unexpectedly, Lin Xuan could crack his own move in such a way, Fang had already released all his true qi with all his strength, and there was no strength left to make another knife at the moment.

Seeing this, Lin Xuan smiled lightly.

Holding the hilt of the sword steadily, a sword was slashed, and the sword full of murderous aura went straight to the heart of Chen Yang's eyebrows.

Lin Xuan looked at him with a smile, and then said, "Do you still want to fight again?"

The stinging pain at the center of his eyebrows made Chen Yang's whole body soften, and he slumped on the ground violently.

He felt the breath of death, and he had lost the courage to strike again.

His face was full of unwillingness, and even his voice trembled a little: "I admit defeat!

If you don't rush to use this trick, I'm afraid that the other party will not be able to defeat you so easily.

"Solve Chen Yang so quickly, what kind of martial arts did he use?"

"What kind of sword technique did he use just now, why haven't we heard of it before?"

The surprised expressions of the people around him made Lin Xuan very satisfied, and he grabbed Chen Yang and threw him under the stage and said slowly.

"Who's next?"

"I'm coming!"

One person leaped up, landed in the ring, grabbed an iron gun, and swept towards Lin Xuan with a fierce shot.

Shoot fast and ruthlessly!

Counting the means of sneak attack, I was caught off guard at all.

"What a handsome figure!" someone in the audience muttered to themselves, and their eyes also leaked a fiery look: "This guy's shooting speed cannot be underestimated, I don't know how many swords that kid will have to shoot to defeat him?"

Lin Xuan's strength is obvious to all, even a long-established master like Wang Cong has lost under his sword, who else can stop his edge?

It may only be a matter of time before the opponent loses.

There won't be too many people in this Jianghu who can beat him.

On the other side.

Lin Xuan's face was expressionless, and he swung the same light and slow iron sword again.

The sword light tore in, and the edge was fierce.

Just a moment.

The ordinary long sword was pressed against the opponent's throat, and the iron spear he swung stopped in mid-air, not daring to make any more unnecessary movements.

"Did I lose?" the other party showed an expression of disbelief on his face, and his heart was a little difficult to accept.

They planned to use wheel warfare to consume Lin Xuan's strength, and finally send a master to deal with the weakened Lin Xuan.

It's just that he can't even hold a move under his sword.

If this continues, the wheel war is useless.

He's been fighting for three hours, how can he still have such strength?

The footsteps of walking towards the stage staggered, swaying and shaking, and the whole person was a little shaky, as if he might fall at any time.

The man was in a trance, and his heart was full of doubts.

He could clearly see that there were many fewer flaws in Lin Xuan's swordsmanship.

Isn't he relying on fighting to hone his swordsmanship?

After only a few battles, he has improved so much, and this person's swordsmanship talent is terrifying.

Offstage.

Chu Xue's eyes flickered, and she secretly speculated about Lin Xuan's identity and origin.

Could it be the subordinates he has cultivated?

Raise your eyes.

Her eyes drifted to the deepest part of the imperial city, where the Great Zhou Palace was located.

"If you do win all the challenges, the major powers will be caught up in the storm you have brought with you. ”

"You still don't believe me?"