Chapter 87

Zhang Qian's laughter shook the heavens, and the long saber in his hand gleamed brilliantly.

"Lin Xuan..." Ye Qing and the others were extremely nervous. If what Zhang Qian said was true, Lin Xuan's situation would be very dangerous.

"Junior Sister Ye, don't worry. Junior Brother Lin hasn't even drawn his sword yet." Luo Qingshan wouldn't forget the scene on the Wind Control Cliff that day. He had a strange trust in Lin Xuan.

"Defensive Aura?" Lin Xuan murmured, then flicked his storage ring, and the Red Flame Great Sword appeared in his hand.

"Swift Wind Sword Technique!"

Lin Xuan used his strongest sword technique from the start, with green qi currents swirling around him.

"Mad Saber Chaos!"

Zhang Qian's saber technique changed again, the saber glow shining brightly, and a scorching heat appeared in the air, as if a sea of fire had descended.

Lin Xuan seemed to be in the midst of a sea of fire, with towering flames trying to engulf him. He felt a burning pain, and the fire's power was crazily destroying his body.

"Protective Sword Qi!" Lin Xuan coldly snorted, and a dark green sword qi covered his body, pushing back the surrounding sea of fire.

"Phantom Thunder Step!" He moved his figure again, approaching Zhang Qian.

"It's useless; you can't break through my defense!" Zhang Qian grinned ferociously, opening his protective aura while his long saber ruthlessly slashed at Lin Xuan.

Lin Xuan's body was bathed in a bright green light, and he didn't dodge, but instead attacked fiercely.

At this sight, the people below the platform gasped in shock.

"What an idiot, actually going head-to-head with Senior Brother Zhang. Doesn't he know the gap between them?"

"Too arrogant!"

"He'll probably be cut in half!"

A group of people shook their heads in sighs, not believing that Lin Xuan could break through Zhang Qian's defense.

Mourong Qianling also frowned, dissatisfied with Lin Xuan's overconfidence, but she was more surprised by his abnormal comprehension. In just two days, Lin Xuan had practiced the Yuan-Cutting Protective Sword Technique to the first level of mastery.

After all, she had practiced for half a month to reach the first level, and her talent was among the top ten in the Xuantian Sect!

"This kind of genius must not die here!" Mourong Qianling's eyes flickered.

At this moment, the clash on the life-and-death platform also came to a conclusion.

Boom!

A green and red light intersected, the sound shaking the heavens.

Zhang Qian's long saber slashed at Lin Xuan, making a hissing sound. The protective sword qi one foot away from Lin Xuan was cut in half by the long saber, stuck there, unable to move.

Lin Xuan was overjoyed. Under his full effort, the protective sword qi was indeed powerful, even Zhang Qian couldn't break through it. However, Zhang Qian wouldn't defend with all his strength, as Lin Xuan's cultivation wasn't worth it.

"Lightning!" Lin Xuan quickly summoned the golden arc and moved his body to attack.

The golden arc suddenly appeared, enveloping a three-foot radius around it. Zhang Qian was the first to be hit, with the current entering his body.

Instantly, a numbing sensation arose, and his spiritual energy circulation and body movement slowed down by a third. On a normal day, this wouldn't affect him, but now, facing Lin Xuan, this brief pause was fatal.

With the power of a small success in sword momentum, Lin Xuan's long sword directly broke through the protective defense, leaving a sword mark on Zhang Qian's body.

This process happened in an instant. The power of Lin Xuan's sword momentum was only condensed on the sword, not released outward. After a successful hit, he immediately retreated.

It wasn't that he didn't want to attack, but he felt a great danger.

Whoosh! Lin Xuan turned into a blur, quickly retreating.

In the next moment, a powerful force erupted from Zhang Qian's body, destroying everything within a ten-foot radius, and the ground sank by a third.

"Damn, you dare to hurt me!" Zhang Qian roared like a wounded beast.

"What? Zhang Qian is injured!" Most of the disciples present didn't see what happened, only a few disciples above the eighth stage of the Meridian Condensation and the elders could see everything clearly.

Jiang Yulong, Shangguan Liuyun, and others' faces changed drastically, while Tang Yi and other experts frowned slightly. They naturally saw everything that just happened. Although Zhang Qian was careless, Lin Xuan's attack was not to be underestimated.

Especially that one sword, which made them all feel a chill.

However, people were more shocked by Zhang Qian's transformation.

"This aura, could it be the ninth stage of Meridian Condensation!" Many people exclaimed, as this aura was too astonishing, like a mountain, suffocating.

"Disciple Lin Xuan is not simple, but Zhang Qian's performance is even more astonishing, reaching the ninth stage of Meridian Condensation. It seems he has the ability to challenge core disciples." The law enforcement elder's eyes gleamed.

"Hehe, after the competition, I will take Zhang Qian as a named disciple." Elder Xue stroked his beard and smiled.

"Lin Xuan is a rare sword genius. If he falls here, it will be a great loss to the sect. I hope the law enforcement elder can make a decision!" Mourong Qianling was very anxious. If Zhang Qian was at the eighth stage of Meridian Condensation, Lin Xuan still had a chance to win, but now, the gap between them was too large.

"Hehe, Junior Sister Mourong, the life-and-death platform has its own rules. We shouldn't interfere." Elder Xue said leisurely.

Lin Xuan looked at Zhang Qian opposite him, took a deep breath, and the ninth stage of Meridian Condensation was more troublesome than he imagined. However, it was impossible for him to give up.

He still had some tricks up his sleeve, and there was a chance to turn the tide.

"Kid, being able to make me use my full strength, you can die in peace!" After Zhang Qian burst with the power of the ninth stage of Meridian Condensation, he was especially confident.

Feeling this power, Lin Xuan's face turned pale.

"This aura is powerful, but compared to a true ninth stage of Meridian Condensation, there is still a gap. It seems Zhang Qian just entered the ninth stage, and his realm is still unstable." Lin Xuan calmly analyzed, his eyes flashing with golden light, as if trying to pierce through Zhang Qian.

"A surprise attack is no longer possible. He is on guard. The only way now is to hit him hard and shake his confidence, so I have a chance." Lin Xuan thought of a plan instantly.

Only by making Zhang Qian's confidence collapse could he survive.

Thinking of this, Lin Xuan fully communicated with the sword intent seed, and a fierce sword momentum surged from his body, as if trying to pierce the sky.

At this moment, all the disciples' swords below the life-and-death platform trembled involuntarily, as if they had encountered a supreme king, bowing in reverence.

"What's happening?" The disciples were shocked, trying to control their swords.

"This momentum..." The law enforcement elder's face changed drastically, staring at Lin Xuan, his eyes full of disbelief.

"Sword, sword momentum! True sword momentum!" The law enforcement elder couldn't help but exclaim, and even Elder Xue had a serious look.

The other disciples stared at Lin Xuan in a daze. Jiang Yulong trembled, looking at the figure on the platform, feeling a sense of powerlessness.

This sword momentum was different from what they experienced in the outer sect competition. At that time, it was a phenomenon produced when martial arts reached perfection, called sword momentum, but it wasn't true sword momentum.

What Lin Xuan was emitting now was true sword momentum, every move filled with an intangible power, like a world-class divine sword, its sharpness fully revealed.

Mourong Qianling felt this sword momentum and was shocked again: "In just a few days, his sword momentum is even more powerful than before, surpassing the small success in sword momentum!"