This sword light is very sudden, and the angle is tricky, and the most important thing is that this person's breath is the eighth order of condensation.

"Senior Brother Lin be careful!" Luo Qingshan didn't have time to stop it, so he could only remind in a loud voice.

Lin Xuan glanced at it indifferently, and that gaze was like a sharp sword, piercing people's hearts.

The disciple's body trembled, and a trace of fear rose inexplicably in his heart. However, he was already halfway through, and he could only grit his teeth and continue to attack.

"Hmph!" Lin Xuan slowly raised his hand, and the Red Flame Great Sword was gently swung out, not even stimulating spiritual power.

"Haha, with this little ability, you dare to say big things!" The group of trouble-seeking disciples laughed wildly.

On the side, Luo Qingshan was also worried, although he knew that Lin Xuan's swordsmanship was outstanding, but in the face of an eighth-order martial artist of the Condensing Vein, it was too big to use spiritual power.

Lin Xuan's face was expressionless, still swinging his long sword slowly.

However, this action fell into the eyes of the disciple who sneaked up, but it was completely different.

What he saw was that Lin Xuan had a sword behind him, looming, and that breath was like a hundred thousand mountains, and just a trace of breath could crush people to death.

"What is that? How could there be that kind of phantom!" the sneak attack disciple's heart was shocked, and he obviously felt resistance.

As Lin Xuan's long sword fell, the pressure grew stronger and stronger, and finally broke out.

Burst!

In mid-air, a figure vomited blood and retreated, very embarrassed.

When the group of trouble-seeking disciples saw this scene, their jaws were about to drop.

"What's going on, what happened, how did you get hurt?" these people ran over and asked nonsense, they didn't see what the mystery of Lin Xuan's sword was.

Luo Qingshan smiled bitterly beside him, he still underestimated this junior brother.

The disciple who was secretly attacking and vomiting blood was pale, he couldn't say anything, he couldn't say anything, could he let him say that he saw a big sword higher than a mountain behind Lin Xuan? I'm afraid everyone will want to look at him like an idiot.

Lin Xuan stood with his sword in his hand, the feeling just now was too amazing. His epiphany not long ago, to the sword attack with sword momentum just now, was all related to his comprehension of the sword intent seed all day long, and he felt that his fusion with the sword intent seed had taken a step forward.

"He must have used the demon method just now, and the brothers took him down and handed him over to the sect for interrogation!" said the group of trouble-seeking teenagers.

Whoosh!

Five or six figures rose into the air and rushed towards Lin Xuan, the sharp moves in their hands kept swinging, and all kinds of light shrouded Lin Xuan from all directions.

"The wind and clouds!"

Lin Xuan's face sank like water, he pulled out the big sword on the ground and struck out.

On the tip of the sword, a cyan whirlwind more than a zhang high roared out, falling to the ground and growing larger, and quickly turned from one to three, rushing towards the rising disciple.

Whew!

These cyan whirlwinds swept away with cold and glistening wind blades on their surfaces.

"Ahh

The five disciples in mid-air were all repelled by the whirlwind, and three of them were stabbed in the body by the wind blade.

Repelled five people with one sword, including a martial artist of the eighth order of condensing veins, Lin Xuan's performance could no longer be described as amazing, this was completely demonic.

The group of trouble-seeking disciples all looked at him with jealousy, with hatred in their eyes, but more fear.

At this time, a disciple who had been standing in the distance without moving his hand spoke: "You are Lin Xuan. ”

Lin Xuan looked up and found that there were two long swords on the right chest of the others, striking each other.

"Law enforcement team?" Lin Xuan frowned.

"The life-and-death duel between you and Zhang Qian has been agreed, and three days later, the life-and-death ring will be a life-and-death battle. After the law enforcement disciple finished speaking, he poked out a letter in his hand.

Sou!

The thin letter, which seemed to be sharper than a sword at this moment, directly cut through the air and slashed towards Lin Xuan.

Golden thunder and lightning flashed in Lin Xuan's palm, crackling to form a small ball of light, heading towards the letter.

Snort!

The sandalwood-colored letter sliced through the outermost layer of golden thunder light, and continued with a chill.

However, more thunder and lightning gushed out, and when it was about a third of the way, the letter did not move at all, and it lay quietly in Lin Xuan's hand.

"Huh?" the law enforcement disciple sighed.

In the eyes of outsiders, he flicked it casually, but he himself knew that this blow contained a lot of his dark energy, and even an eighth-order martial artist of the Condensing Vein might not be able to catch it.

"Cultivation is at the seventh order of the condensation vein, but he has the combat power of the eighth order of the condensation vein, no wonder he dares to fight with Zhang Qian. The law enforcement disciple whispered.

Lin Xuan pinched the letter, his face sank like water, and the fight was fought three days later, more than ten days earlier than he expected.

"It seems that we need to consolidate the new comprehension sword intent. Lin Xuan had no fear in his heart, as long as he completely mastered the newly comprehended trace of sword intent, then his combat power would be doubled immediately.

Without staying at the Imperial Sword Cliff, Lin Xuan returned to his residence.

The golden sword intent in his body was a circle larger than before, and now the sword moves he used were almost as powerful as Xiao Cheng's sword momentum, and this was still a trace of sword intent.

You must know that even if it is a small sword momentum, I am afraid that few disciples of the entire Xuantian Sect will be able to comprehend it, after all, this kind of thing is too ethereal and requires extremely high comprehension. Besides, not everyone wants Lin Xuan to be like this, and he can plant a sword intent seed in his body.

With the Sword Intent Seed, Lin Xuan only needed to slowly dig and cultivate, as long as the time was enough, when the Sword Intent Seed grew, the sword intent in it would naturally be comprehended by him.

All day, he was contemplating the Sword Intent Seed.

The next day, as soon as it was dawn, Ye Qing came to knock on the door and told Lin Xuan that Murong Jiaoxi was looking for him.

"Looking for me?" Lin Xuan looked dazed, he tidied up and went out, but in his heart he kept guessing.

Seeing Murong Qianling, Lin Xuan felt a trace of apprehension in his heart.

"The day after tomorrow, you are going to have a life-and-death duel with Zhang Qian, how sure are you?" Murong Qianling's voice was cold.

Lin Xuan was stunned for a moment, he didn't expect Murong Qianling to ask him this kind of question, after thinking about it, he replied: "If Zhang Qian is still at the eighth order of the Condensation Pulse Realm, I am sixty percent sure." ”

"Sixty percent!" Murong Qianling's eyes flickered, "I want to know what you rely on?"

Seeing Lin Xuan's doubts, she continued: "If you can't convince me, I won't let you go to death! After all, you are also half of my apprentice." ”

Lin Xuan took a deep breath, there was a trace of warmth in his heart, and Yuanli Murong Sect Xi was worried about him.

The sword intent seed in his body vibrated slightly, and Lin Xuan's body exuded a momentum, like a peerless sword unsheathed, making it impossible for people to look at it directly.

"Sword Momentum!" Murong Qianling was moved for the first time, her lips trembled slightly, and she exclaimed, "Xiaocheng Sword Momentum!"

Lin Xuan's sword intent had not yet taken shape, and it was very much like a sword intent, which was exactly what he wanted. He didn't want to expose his sword intent too early, after all, this kind of thing was too mysterious, and no one would necessarily be able to comprehend it for hundreds of years.

Murong Qianling recovered from the initial shock, she stared at Lin Xuan and said slowly, "Sword momentum alone is not enough!"