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Home > Fantasy > Madman of the Sword > Chapter 85

Chapter 85

Words:1875Update:22/06/30 13:11:52

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"Not enough?" Lin Xuan frowned. His current strength was enough to crush most of the eighth stage Pulse Condensation Period martial artists. Was Zhang Qian really that powerful?

"When Zhang Qian returned, his cultivation was already at the peak of the eighth stage Pulse Condensation Period. In addition to his rich combat experience, he could even fight against a ninth stage Pulse Condensation Period martial artist.

"And during this time, he hasn't shown himself. Rumors say that he has already broken through to the ninth stage Pulse Condensation Period, and that he will soon challenge the core disciples."

"Challenge the core disciples?" Lin Xuan's face was dignified. No wonder no one was optimistic about him. Zhang Qian actually had such strength!

"I will now teach you a protective sword art. Although it can't increase your attack power, it can increase your chances of survival." Murong Qianling said.

"Protective sword art?" Lin Xuan's heart stirred. Instructor Murong wanted to privately teach him martial arts. No wonder she had summoned him alone.

"There is still more than a day left. How much you can learn will depend on your perception."

Next, Murong Qianling displayed a defensive martial art. The blue spirit power on her body turned into a purple sword light that twined around her body and flowed freely.

Sword energy was an extremely powerful attack, but if it was used as a defense, the effect would be surprisingly good.

Lin Xuan paid close attention, taking in all the details. With just one look, he had memorized the entire path of energy flow.

"It seems that your talent in the path of the sword is heaven-defying!" Murong Qianling couldn't hide the shock in her eyes.

After bidding farewell to Murong Qianling, Lin Xuan returned to his residence and began to study the protective sword art.

This set of martial arts was called the Severing Origin Protective Sword Art. It was divided into three levels. At the first level, the sword energy would be blue, and it would be difficult for ordinary swords to injure it. At the second level, the sword energy would be purple, and it would be able to withstand an attack of the same level for a short period of time.

At the third level, the sword energy would be red, and it would be able to withstand an attack of a high stage martial artist. The difference between the two could not exceed two stages.

In other words, if Lin Xuan was able to cultivate the red sword qi to protect his body, then he would be able to block an attack from a Meridian Stage Nine martial artist. If he used it well, he could even retreat unscathed.

This indirectly provided him with the possibility of fighting above his level. With his small success in sword presence, he could do many things in the instant he defended.

"Instructor Murong's Sword Qi is purple. Looks like she has reached the second level. I wonder what level I can reach?" Lin Xuan slowly closed his eyes.

According to the chants, Lin Xuan urged the spiritual energy in his body to walk a complicated path. During this time, the mysterious little sword in his body glowed with a glazed light.

Under the illumination of the glazed light, Lin Xuan's spiritual energy circulated very smoothly. In just one attempt, he condensed the protective sword qi.

Buzz!

On the surface of his body, a green Sword Qi wrapped around his body and covered him. From afar, it looked like a huge green snake was coiled around his body.

Lin Xuan's finger was like a sword. The tip of his finger spat out sword energy. He urged the sword energy to slash at the protective sword qi.

When the two collided, there was a sizzling sound. Lin Xuan could clearly feel a strong resistance coming from the protective sword qi, and it was getting stronger and stronger.

Halfway through the slash, the sword energy at the tip of his finger was already very weak, and it was still more than a foot away from Lin Xuan's body.

He pulled back his hand and sat down cross-legged. The first time he used the protective sword qi, the effect was surprisingly good. But he was still not satisfied. In his opinion, he had to at least reach the second level or modify the first level.

For the rest of the time, he wholeheartedly studied the protective sword qi. With the help of the mysterious little sword, after half a day, his protective sword qi already showed a dark green color. This was the sign of reaching the large success of the first level.

If Murong Qianling knew about this, she would definitely cry out in shock. She spent more than half a month to reach the first level, but Lin Xuan only used half a day to complete it. The gap between them was too big. One had to know that Murong Qianling was once a core disciple. Her talent was definitely not bad, but compared to Lin Xuan, the difference was too big.

Of course, this was mostly due to the mysterious little sword in Lin Xuan's body. It was it that allowed Lin Xuan to become a sword genius.

Now, his defensive power was much stronger than before. He tested it with the sword energy at the tip of his finger. The sword energy could only cut close to the edge, and then it quickly extinguished.

Lin Xuan rubbed his chin and pondered. If he hid the lightning, what would the effect be?

Since he could not reach the second level in a short time, he might as well experiment with the golden lightning. He urged the sword intent seed to release a golden electric arc. Under his guidance, it quickly climbed up the protective sword qi.

Outside the dark green protective sword qi, there was a layer of surging golden electric arc, crackling with sparks. The momentum was astonishing.

However, Lin Xuan did not have any joy. He found that the two were not very compatible. Without any depression, he continued to study. In the following time, he tried different ways to use the lightning.

In the end, he found a way. It was not to directly cover the protective sword qi with the golden electric arc, but to suddenly release the golden electric arc when the protective sword qi was defending.

This would catch the opponent off guard. Not only could it cause mental pressure, but it could also use the anesthetic effect of the golden electric arc to paralyze the opponent and put the enemy in a state of electric shock.

He kept trying, and when he was tired, he would comprehend the sword intent seed. Soon, two days passed.

On a new day, the sun was covered by dark clouds and the weather was slightly cold.

Although the weather was cold, the inner disciples were in a fiery mood.

Today was the day of the life and death duel between Lin Xuan and Zhang Qiansheng. Many inner disciples appeared. It could be said that except for those who were outside on missions, the other inner disciples rushed to the life and death arena.

Lin Xuan, accompanied by Luo Qingshan and Ye Qing, also rushed to the life and death arena.

Along the way, the three of them attracted countless gazes. Some were curious, some were sympathetic, some were disdainful, and some were mocking.

"Brother Luo, good morning!" Ling Ze, who was wearing a blue shirt, walked over and looked at Lin Xuan with a hint of coldness in his eyes.

"This is the person who is competing with Senior Brother Zhang? He will probably die tragically on the arena. How pitiful!" Ling Ze led a group of people to mock him mercilessly.

"Get lost!" Lin Xuan's face was cold as he scolded Ling Ze directly.

"Brat, you dare scold me?" Ling Ze was stunned at first, then he was furious.

He had wanted to kill Lin Xuan for a long time. Now, Lin Xuan was participating in the life and death battle. He wanted to see helplessness, fear, and regret on Lin Xuan. But in the end, Lin Xuan was surprisingly calm and even dared to scold him.

"Young Master Ling, don't worry about him. He only has a little time left to live. It's natural for him to act crazily." Someone beside him advised.

"Hmph! Brat, I will enjoy the expression on your face when you die! "Ling Ze sneered and walked away with a group of people.

"Junior Brother Lin, you …" Luo Qingshan and Ye Qing wanted to say something but stopped. They had tried to persuade Lin Xuan more than once, but to no avail.

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