The azure ice sword was pointed at Lin Xuan, its cold light flickering.
Lin Xuan slightly exerted force. A golden lightning sword appeared on his sword finger. Golden arcs of lightning danced, emitting a terrifying power.
"You're the first person to be able to transform at the eighth stage of the Meridian Condensing Stage. You're worthy of me taking action!" The white robed youth Yin Shaoli's voice was cold as the ice sword pierced out.
As the sword struck out, blue frost spread from his feet to the surroundings. The entire floor of the second floor was covered in glass-like blue ice crystals.
The surrounding martial artists all revolved their spirit power to dissolve the chill. When they looked at the ice sword, they all subconsciously screamed.
Because what they saw wasn't a sword, but an ice field, a ten thousand year old ice mountain. The ice sword had also transformed into an ice dragon with cold light, baring its fangs and brandishing its claws. Its momentum was shocking!
Lin Xuan also fell into an illusion. However, he knew better than anyone that this wasn't an illusion, but sword force. Ice sword force!
If the white robed youth used his cultivation to his advantage, then Lin Xuan wouldn't be able to receive this sword. But now, he was actually competing with Lin Xuan in sword force. He was undoubtedly asking for trouble.
Lin Xuan waved his long sword. The aura on his body suddenly changed, as if a peerless divine sword had awakened. That sharp aura made people's hearts tremble.
Golden light streaked through the air. The sharp sword light pierced into the world of ice.
Suddenly, the ice mountain collapsed and the earth split open. It was as if the world was ending. Everything was shattering.
The white robed youth frowned. He felt a powerful destructive power. This power actually made the ice sword in his hand tremble.
"How could this be?" The white robed youth Yin Shaoli's mind trembled. However, he didn't have time to think because the world of ice was about to shatter!
Azure spirit power gushed out. The powerful aura of the Spirit Sea Realm surged in the air. The world of ice, supported by the power, quickly recovered and became incomparably stable.
The Ice Frost Sword Dragon roared savagely and rushed over. It was about to swallow Lin Xuan.
"Is this the power of the Sea of Souls Realm?" Lin Xuan was excited. Under the effect of his soul force, his eyes blossomed with an orange light. Yin Shaoli's movements, aura, and even the spiritual energy in his body were clearly imprinted in Lin Xuan's eyes.
If the spirit power of a Pulse Condensation Realm martial artist was compared to a river, then the spirit power of a Spirit Sea Realm martial artist was the ocean. No matter how turbulent the river was, it could never compare to the ocean.
The nine meridians gathered, converging into a spiritual sea!
Lin Xuan's eyes flickered. He could already see his future path, and he believed that he would be able to enter this realm soon.
Facing the Silver Ice Dragon, Lin Xuan's eyes flashed with a sword-shaped light. His aura rose once again, like a thundercloud in the Ninth Heaven that had accumulated for countless years, it was released in an instant.
A terrifying sword intent swept out in all directions, instantly drowning the silver ice dragon. Then, the entire ice field was torn apart by this terrifying sword intent.
At this moment, the weapons of the surrounding martial artists were all trembling and buzzing.
Among them, the longsword could not help but fly out of its sheath.
"What's going on?" Many martial artists struggled to hold onto their swords, their eyes filled with fear.
The white-robed youth, Yin Shaoli, revealed a shocked expression for the first time. The ice sword in his hand had already shattered, and the blue sword at his waist was also letting out a sword cry. It seemed to be afraid, but also seemed to be excited.
Lin Xuan's black hair fluttered, and his clothes fluttered. A terrifying sword intent was emitted from his body. Not only on the second floor, but all the martial artists in the Four Seas Restaurant felt this shocking aura.
"Ten thousand swords cry together, this is sword intent!"
Yin Shaoli was shocked. The Snow Seeking Sect disciples behind him were even more shocked as they looked at Lin Xuan.
"Sword intent, it really is sword intent! Could he be that Profound Sky Sect disciple? "
Everyone's gaze towards Lin Xuan changed, and all kinds of emotions appeared.
Sword intent, a miraculous realm that all swordsmen wanted to reach. It only existed in legends, but now it had appeared in front of everyone's eyes.
The sharp aura disappeared and returned to Lin Xuan's body, as if it had never appeared.
Lin Xuan sighed in his heart. Just now, under Yin Shaoli's stimulation, his half-step sword intent had reached an unprecedented level, as if it could break through and become a real sword intent at any time.
However, at this critical moment, Yin Shaoli had been defeated.
Even so, his sword intent had still improved, and he was getting closer and closer to the real sword intent.
"No, this is only half-step sword intent. It's still a bit away from the real sword intent." Yin Shaoli's expression was serious, "I've seen a real sword intent once. Just a look could cut through everything!"
Lin Xuan was surprised. Could it be that he was a disciple of a two-star sect? His knowledge was extraordinary.
"I'm Yin Shaoli. How may I address you?"
"Lin Xuan!"
"Lin Xuan …" Yin Shaoli murmured, "I'll remember you. On the Hidden Dragon Rank, we will have a battle!"
Yin Shaoli left with the Snow Seeking Sect disciples. He was not in a hurry to make a move. With Lin Xuan's talent, he would soon enter the Hidden Dragon Rank. At that time, Lin Xuan would be qualified for him to draw his sword.
After Yin Shaoli left, the warriors on the second floor started to get close to Lin Xuan. Many of them even asked him how to cultivate sword intent. Lin Xuan could only smile bitterly and answer them one by one.
In the end, Lin Xuan left the Four Seas Restaurant as if he was running away. He had no choice, those people were too enthusiastic.
"Senior Sister Hu, Senior Brother Feng, nice to meet you. See you again!" Lin Xuan said goodbye to the two of them. He was leaving North Guard City and returning to his sect.
After saying goodbye to the two, Lin Xuan did not leave the city directly. Instead, he went to the General's Mansion because he suddenly remembered something.
In the simple and elegant hall, General Zeng patted Lin Xuan's shoulder generously. "Young Hero Lin, I heard that you have comprehended sword intent. Congratulations!"
Lin Xuan smiled bitterly. He did not expect the news to spread so quickly.
"General Zeng, I have something to tell you." Lin Xuan flipped his palm and a black token appeared in his hand.
The word "Nether" was carved on the front of the token. Behind it was a black dragon baring its fangs and brandishing its claws. The token emitted a faint murderous aura.
"I got this when I killed the black-robed man that day."
General Zeng took the token and his face changed when he saw the pattern on it.
"Nether Hall!"
"No wonder the demon race attacked the Xia. It was the Nether Hall behind all this." General Zeng's face was serious, as if he was very afraid of this so-called Nether Hall.
"Young Hero Lin, you have reported something big. If it weren't for you, I'm afraid we would still be in the dark."
"I have to report this to my superiors immediately!"
"It's that serious?" Lin Xuan was puzzled. He had never heard of the Nether Hall.
"It's more than serious. If it really is the Nether Hall, I'm afraid it's not as simple as a demon invasion!" General Zeng said in a low voice. "This matter is too complicated. We have to investigate it thoroughly first."
"Young Hero Lin, please forgive me. I have to do this immediately." General Zeng left in a hurry.
"Wine Lord, do you know what's going on?" Lin Xuan asked through voice transmission.
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