Lin Xuan looked at his other self in front of him and smirked. What is it this time? Was it still an illusion?
"No, I am you. I really exist!" The figure said slowly.
"Is that so?" Lin Xuan's aura suddenly changed. Sword intent surrounded him, making him look like a sword god. A powerful sword aura cut through the ground and rushed towards the figure.
The nine spiritual veins in his body resonated. Pure spiritual energy was attached to the sword, forming a seven-meter-long sword aura that slashed towards the figure.
Boom!
On the other side, a shocking aura also rushed out of the figure, as if it was going to cut through the void.
"Sword intent!" Lin Xuan was shocked. He didn't expect the other party to know this as well.
"So strong. This sword intent seems to be even stronger than mine!" Lin Xuan whispered. "Could it be true sword intent?"
His sword intent was still at the half-step sword intent stage, but the other party had most likely passed this stage and entered the true sword intent stage.
The figure smiled and raised his right hand. Then, he suddenly slashed down. A seven-meter-long sword aura flew out, but the aura on it was even sharper.
Rumble —
The two sword auras collided. Like a volcanic eruption, the air waves rolled and the invisible energy hit Lin Xuan.
"Phantom Thunder Step!"
Lin Xuan kept jumping. At the same time, a red protective sword aura condensed on his body to offset the aftershock of the sword aura.
Whoosh!
He floated to the ground. Orange light flickered in his eyes as he looked forward.
There, the figure stood quietly. The sword intent on him was even stronger.
"Kill!" Lin Xuan didn't hesitate and rushed over again with his sword. He had the bronze gauntlets and talismans. It wouldn't be difficult to kill this figure.
But he didn't. He faintly felt that he had to use his own strength to kill this figure. Otherwise, even if he killed him, he might not be able to walk out.
Lin Xuan turned into a golden light and arrived in front of the figure in an instant. The red flame sword in his hand pierced out like thunder.
He used the Thunder Sword Art, but the other party also used it. Not only were the moves the same, but the power was also stronger than Lin Xuan's.
"Three Gale Thrusts!"
Lin Xuan's body moved along with his sword, turning into a green rainbow that flew out like a gust of wind. That figure also flew out, turning into a hurricane.
Ding ding ding!
The long swords clashed, creating sparks in the air. Every time, the tip of the sword clashed against the tip of the sword. It was extremely dangerous.
After three clashes, Lin Xuan decisively retreated.
He realized that the figure in front of him was too strange. Not only did he use the same moves as him, but his sword intent was also superior to his.
"What should I do?" He kept thinking. This time, the figure opposite him took the initiative to attack.
Lin Xuan met the attack head-on. Their figures intertwined, and in the blink of an eye, over a hundred moves had been exchanged.
"Something's not right!" Lin Xuan dodged his opponent's Sword Qi, but his body suddenly trembled.
"If his sword intent was stronger than mine, I would have died long ago. However, the current situation is that neither of us can do anything to the other! "Lin Xuan's eyes gradually lit up." I've been under his illusion from the start! "
Inside his body, Lord Alcohol was paying close attention to the battle. When he saw Lin Xuan come to a realization, a smile appeared on his face.
"Defeat him and you will be able to condense true sword intent," Lord Alcohol muttered to himself.
Lin Xuan didn't hear Lord Alcohol's words, but his thoughts were the same as Lord Alcohol's.
"As long as I can condense true sword intent, I will be able to defeat him!" Lin Xuan saw hope. "But how can I condense true sword intent?"
He had been stuck at the half-step sword intent stage for too long, unable to break through for a long time.
The other party has the intent of sword intent, but he doesn't have the might of sword intent. Perhaps I can gain insights from him. With this thought in mind, Lin Xuan attacked again.
This time, other than exchanging blows with the figure, Lin Xuan also used his Purple Spirit Eyes and soul power to constantly gain insights into the sword intent.
Analyzing, verifying, and absorbing, Lin Xuan rapidly improved.
Two hours later, the sword intent seed in Lin Xuan's body glowed brightly as it emitted a shocking aura. A sword of lightning was faintly discernible as it stirred up the winds and clouds.
Lin Xuan felt a powerful force, as though a single glance could destroy everything.
"Is this sword intent?" He raised his sword with one hand and pointed it diagonally at the sky.
With a swing of his sword, the air in front of him was sucked dry. The figure seemed to be frozen in place, unable to move.
The golden sword beam was extremely sharp, as though it had sliced through the void.
A huge sword mark streaked across the ground, leaving a deep ravine. The figure that looked like Lin Xuan had blood seeping out from his glabella as he collapsed weakly.
"You … You shouldn't have killed me …" the figure said weakly.
"Hmph!" Lin Xuan snorted coldly as two sword beams shot out from his eyes, piercing through the figure.
Bam!
The voice was completely disappointed as the light on its body vanished, revealing its true form.
A wooden figurine fell to the ground with its head split in half. Golden electric arcs danced around the cracks.
This battle actually allowed me to gain insights into true sword intent. As expected of the trial. Lin Xuan was extremely delighted. His combat strength had increased greatly. Even if he were to face Ling Kun, he would be able to kill him directly!
"Let's go. The trial isn't over yet," Lord Alcohol reminded.
Lin Xuan nodded and walked towards the door of light.
Swoosh!
With a flash of white light, the scenery changed again. This was a bluestone path with a vermilion door in front of it. On both sides of the door were various scenery.
"Leave this stage to me," Lord Alcohol said. "Do as I say."
Following that, Lin Xuan began advancing under Lord Alcohol's guidance. This process was extremely strange to outsiders, but only Lin Xuan knew how dangerous it was.
Finally, Lin Xuan passed through the bluestone path without any mishap and walked through the vermilion door.
Inside was a hall supported by four pillars. In front of it was a stone statue that stood proudly. Although it didn't move, it had an aura that looked down on the world.
If it were an ordinary person, they probably wouldn't be able to withstand this aura. Thankfully, Lin Xuan had gained insights into sword intent, so he wasn't affected.
There was a stone table under the stone statue with two items on it. One was a stone token, and the other was a palm-sized key.
"That stone token should be a symbol of identity. That key might be an important clue to opening an important place. Put it away for now," Lord Alcohol said.
When Lin Xuan heard that, he quickly put the two items into his storage ring.
"Although I don't know senior's name, this trial has indeed benefited me greatly," Lin Xuan said seriously, and then he bowed deeply.
"Thank you, Senior!"
Rumble —
As though sensing Lin Xuan's respect, the towering stone statue's aura surged as though it had come to life.
"Fated One …"
A deep voice rang out, reverberating in the hall. The surrounding air seemed to have frozen.
Lin Xuan felt as though he was high up in the sky, fluttering with the wind.
In his eyes, there was a stalwart figure standing in the void.
When the sword was unsheathed, the wind rose. Lin Xuan didn't understand the concept contained within, but the apocalyptic scene shook his soul.
"Wind Thearch's Sword …" An ethereal voice resounded in his ears.
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