Chapter 84

The sword beam was very sudden, and the angle was tricky. More importantly, the person's aura was at the Eighth Stage of the Condensation Pulse.

"Junior Brother Lin, be careful!" Luo Qingshan couldn't stop it in time and could only shout a warning.

Lin Xuan glanced coldly, his gaze like a sharp sword, piercing the heart.

The disciple who made the move trembled, a sense of inexplicable fear rising in his heart. However, he had already rushed halfway and could only grit his teeth and continue the attack.

"Hmph!" Lin Xuan slowly raised his hand, the Red Flame Great Sword lightly swung, without even activating his spiritual energy.

"Haha, that's all you've got, and you dare to talk big!" The group of troublemaking disciples laughed wildly.

Beside them, Luo Qingshan looked worried. Although he knew Lin Xuan's sword skills were outstanding, facing an Eighth Stage Condensation Pulse martial artist, not using spiritual energy was too arrogant.

Lin Xuan's face was expressionless, and he continued to swing the long sword slowly.

However, this action looked completely different to the disciple who had launched the sneak attack.

He saw a towering sword behind Lin Xuan, faintly visible, its aura like a mountain range, capable of crushing a person with just a hint of its power.

"What is that? How can there be such a shadow!" The attacking disciple was greatly shaken and clearly felt resistance.

As Lin Xuan's sword fell, the pressure grew stronger and finally exploded.

Pfft!

In mid-air, a figure spat blood and retreated, looking very disheveled.

The group of troublemaking disciples were almost speechless with shock.

"What happened? What happened? Why are you injured?" These people ran over, asking questions in a flurry, but they couldn't see the subtlety of Lin Xuan's sword.

Luo Qingshan smiled bitterly on the side; he had underestimated this junior brother.

The disciple who had attacked and spat blood was pale, unable to say anything. He couldn't tell them he saw a sword behind Lin Xuan that was taller than a mountain; they would look at him like he was crazy.

Lin Xuan stood with his sword, the feeling just now was too wondrous. From his recent enlightenment to the sword momentum in that strike, it was all related to his daily cultivation of the sword intent seed. He felt his integration with the sword intent seed had advanced further.

"He definitely used some demonic technique just now, brothers, take him to the sect for questioning!" The group of troublemaking youths said.

Swoosh, swoosh, swoosh!

Five or six figures soared into the air, rushing towards Lin Xuan, their fierce moves continuously unleashed, various lights enveloping Lin Xuan from all directions.

"Whirlwind Sweeping the Remnants!"

Lin Xuan's face was as calm as water. He pulled the great sword from the ground and swung it horizontally.

From the tip of the sword, a green whirlwind over ten feet tall roared out, growing larger on the ground and quickly splitting into three, rushing towards the soaring disciples.

Whoosh, whoosh!

These green whirlwinds were covered in cold, flashing wind blades, sweeping away.

"Ahh!" Cries of pain echoed.

The five disciples in mid-air were all pushed back by the whirlwinds, with three of them being pierced by the wind blades.

One sword strike repelled five people, including an Eighth Stage Condensation Pulse martial artist. Lin Xuan's performance could no longer be described as impressive; it was monstrous.

The group of troublemaking disciples all looked at him with fear and hatred.

At this moment, a disciple who had been standing far away and not participating spoke: "You are Lin Xuan."

Lin Xuan looked up and saw two long swords intersecting on the right side of his chest.

"Enforcement Team?" Lin Xuan frowned.

"Your life-or-death duel with Zhang Qian has been approved by the sect. Three days from now, at the life-or-death arena, you will settle it." The enforcement disciple said, extending a letter in his hand.

Swoosh!

The thin letter seemed sharper than any blade, cutting through the air and slicing towards Lin Xuan.

Golden lightning appeared in Lin Xuan's palm, crackling to form a small light ball, enveloping the letter.

Sizzle, sizzle!

The sandalwood-colored letter cut through the outer layer of golden lightning and continued forward with a cold aura.

However, more lightning surged out, and by the time it reached about one-third of the distance, the letter stopped, lying quietly in Lin Xuan's hand.

"Hmm?" The enforcement disciple was surprised.

To outsiders, it looked like a casual flick, but he knew this strike contained a lot of hidden power. Even an Eighth Stage Condensation Pulse martial artist might not be able to withstand it.

"Seventh Stage cultivation, but with the combat power of an Eighth Stage, no wonder you dared to challenge Zhang Qian." The enforcement disciple muttered.

Lin Xuan held the letter, his face as calm as water. The duel was three days away, earlier than he had expected by over ten days.

"I need to solidify my new understanding of sword intent." Lin Xuan was fearless. As long as he fully grasped the new thread of sword intent, his combat power would double immediately.

Without lingering at the Sword Control Cliff, Lin Xuan returned to his residence.

The golden sword intent in his body had grown larger. Now, his sword techniques were almost as powerful as a small formation of sword momentum, and this was just the power of a single thread of sword intent.

After all, even a small formation of sword momentum was something few disciples in the entire Xuantian Sect could comprehend, as it was too elusive and required extremely high insight. Moreover, not everyone could plant a sword intent seed in their body like Lin Xuan.

With the sword intent seed, Lin Xuan only needed to slowly cultivate and develop it. As long as there was enough time, once the sword intent seed grew, the sword intent within would naturally be comprehended by him.

For the entire day, he focused on comprehending the sword intent seed.

The next day, just as the sky was brightening, Ye Qing came to knock on the door, informing Lin Xuan that Instructor Murong wanted to see him.

"See me?" Lin Xuan was puzzled. He tidied himself and went out, but his mind was constantly guessing.

Seeing Murong Qianling, Lin Xuan felt a bit uneasy.

"Two days from now, you will have a life-or-death duel with Zhang Qian. How confident are you?" Murong Qianling's voice was cold.

Lin Xuan was taken aback. He didn't expect Murong Qianling to ask such a question. After some thought, he replied, "If Zhang Qian is still at the Eighth Stage of the Condensation Pulse, I have a sixty percent chance."

"Sixty percent!" Murong Qianling's eyes flashed with light. "I want to know what you rely on."

Seeing Lin Xuan's confusion, she continued, "If you can't convince me, I won't let you go to your death! After all, you are like my half-disciple."

Lin Xuan took a deep breath, feeling a warmth in his heart. Instructor Murong was worried about him.

The sword intent seed in his body vibrated slightly, and Lin Xuan emitted a powerful aura, like a world-class sword being unsheathed, making it impossible to look directly at him.

"Sword momentum!" Murong Qianling was moved for the first time. Her lips trembled, and she exclaimed, "Small formation of sword momentum!"

Lin Xuan's sword intent was not yet fully formed, but it looked very much like sword momentum, which suited his intentions. He didn't want to reveal his sword intent too early, as it was too profound and might take centuries for someone to comprehend.

Murong Qianling recovered from her initial shock and stared at Lin Xuan, saying slowly, "Just having sword momentum is not enough!"