Crack! Crack!
The surrounding rocks crumbled as the two forces turned into wind blades, destroying everything within a 50-meter radius.
Zhao Xue's body was like duckweed as she floated into the distance.
"Fire Kill!"
Han Jin twisted his long spear as a ball of dark red flame appeared on the tip of the spear.
Although the flame was small, the energy it contained was shocking.
As soon as it appeared, the entire space started to tremble.
Lin Xuan's pupils shrank. As a rune master, his soul power was outstanding. Naturally, he could feel the terror of that ball of flame.
Break!
The long spear surged, forming a horrifying flame attack.
Using the Wind Thunder Step, Lin Xuan's body disappeared from the spot. He did not choose to take it head on.
It was not that he was scared. Sometimes, retreating was a better way to attack.
The sword light sliced through the air as if a dragon's roar was heard. The sharp sword pierced through the dark red flame, creating shocking sparks.
"Wind Emperor's Sword!"
After thrusting out the sword, Lin Xuan's sword art changed drastically, becoming erratic.
Like a shooting star, this sword completely blended into the wind and disappeared without a trace.
"What?"
Han Jin's face changed drastically. Other than the battle with Meng Yan, this was the first time he felt danger from someone of the same generation.
He could not even see Lin Xuan's sword attack clearly, let alone block it.
"This guy is so young, but his sword art is so powerful!" Han Jin's face darkened. He pulled back his long spear and waved it around, forming a wind and fire aura as he carefully defended.
Shoo!
A slight vibration appeared in the air as a dazzling sword Qi flew out, aiming at Han Jin's vitals.
This sword light went through his defense and was about to land on his body.
"How is this possible!"
Han Jin's face changed again. He did not believe that Lin Xuan could go through his defense.
However, the truth was right in front of him.
"Fire Spirit Armor!"
Han Jin yelled as his body shone with a bright red light, as if there were flames flying out.
On the surface of his body, a bright red spirit armor quickly formed, making him look like a fire god.
Clank!
The Autumn Scar Sword landed on the fiery armor, causing a metallic sound to ring out.
The Great Dragon Sword Intent was incomparably sharp. The autumn water-like sword light imprinted itself on Han Jin's face, causing his body to tremble.
The flame armor shone brightly, but a small crack was still cut open.
For Lin Xuan, this was enough.
The Great Dragon Sword Will surged and quickly seeped into the armor. The fierce aura began to destroy the Flaming Spirit Armor.
"Get lost!"
Han Jin's heart trembled. The spiritual energy in his body surged, forming a binding force. He wanted to trap Lin Xuan's long sword.
At the same time, he swung his fist and punched out.
His fist, which was as big as a sandbag, glowed with the color of magma. It was like a piece of red-hot iron that carried a terrifying temperature.
This punch came from the bottom, heading straight for Lin Xuan's head.
If he was hit, he would die immediately.
However, Lin Xuan obviously wouldn't sit still and wait for death.
When Han Jin made his move, he had already made his move.
On his arm, the Copper Thunder Mark appeared. The violent power of thunder and lightning pulsed like thunder from the nine heavens, exploding loudly.
The thunder and lightning flashed and landed on the fiery fist, creating a sound like a flash flood.
In the distance, Zhao Xue frowned and retreated again.
A moment later, the ground where she was originally standing exploded with a loud bang, and everything was charred black.
After the explosion, Han Jin's blood boiled. The pain caused his face to turn pale.
His arm went numb, and he lost all feeling.
"Impossible! You're a sword cultivator. How can your body be so strong!" Han Jin screamed.
He was really stunned. From what he knew, sword cultivators had powerful attacks that far surpassed those of the same level.
But correspondingly, their defensive system was very weak. Many swordsmen wore high grade armor to make up for this weakness.
Han Jin knew this, which was why he didn't attack Lin Xuan's heart and other parts.
However, Lin Xuan directly competed with him in terms of physical strength, and far surpassed him!
After a successful attack, Lin Xuan's long sword stabbed again.
The Great Dragon Sword Intent attacked again. Lin Xuan seemed to have a dragon head behind him.
Poof!
A thumb-sized hole was cut open on the Flaming Spirit Armor, and blood spurted out.
Whoosh!
Han Jin endured the pain in his body and quickly retreated.
He didn't dare to get close to Lin Xuan and could only stay far away.
"You dare to hurt me? I'll fight you!"
Han Jin's eyes were burning with anger. Even when he fought with Meng Yan, he hadn't suffered such an injury.
The spiritual power in his body circulated wildly, and the flames on his body emitted a three-feet-long light.
"Hmph!" Lin Xuan snorted.
Bang! Poof!
A low rumbling sound came from Han Jin's body, like beans being fried.
Then, he spat out a mouthful of blood. His face was as pale as paper, and fine beads of sweat covered his body.
"You, you …"
Han Jin half-knelt on the ground, gasping for breath.
Just a moment ago, the remaining golden lightning in his body had exploded, causing him to suffer internal injuries. Now, the spiritual power in his body was chaotic, and he couldn't even use half of his strength.
"You're strong, but it won't be so easy next time!" Han Jin swallowed a few life-saving pills and said fiercely.
"You think I'll let you go?" Lin Xuan laughed in anger.
This guy wanted to kill him first, and now he dared to say such harsh words after losing.
"You, you dare to kill me? I'm a core disciple of the Earth Fire Sect! "Han Jin screamed.
He never thought that someone would dare to touch someone from the Earth Fire Sect.
"Hmph, I won't kill you, but I'll teach you a lesson!" Lin Xuan said coldly. "This isn't a free dojo, and I'm not your sparring partner!"
"I'll give you a choice. Leave behind your storage ring, or your hand!"
Feeling Lin Xuan's cold gaze, Han Jin was really afraid. He didn't doubt that Lin Xuan would dare to kill him.
However, he was unwilling to hand over his storage ring.
All of his belongings were in there!
"Three!"
"Two!"
"One!"
Lin Xuan counted in a deep voice, and slowly raised the long sword in his hand.
"Storage ring!" Han Jin screamed.
He took off the dark red ring, threw it on the ground, and quickly ran away.
Sucking the storage ring into his hand, Lin Xuan probed it with his soul power, and a trace of joy appeared on his face.
As expected of a three-star sect, their wealth was abundant.
There were nearly a million low-grade spirit stones, several mystic class martial arts, and a spiritual class low-grade martial arts.
Among them, there were three high-grade mortal class artifacts, and one low-grade mystic class artifact.
This was almost all of Lin Xuan's wealth before he entered the underground world!
"I really hope that this kind of person comes a few more times," Lin Xuan said indifferently.
Zhao Xue walked over, and helplessly rolled her eyes at him.
"For you!" Lin Xuan threw a short sword to Zhao Xue.
"Low-grade mystic class artifact!" Zhao Xue exclaimed, her face full of surprise.
"Everyone has a share," Lin Xuan shrugged. He was now very rich, so he didn't care about a low-grade mystic class artifact.
The foot long short sword was dark red, and under the moonlight, it glowed like a bloodthirsty eye.
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