The wind is bleak.
Everyone in Xuanwen Sword Academy remained motionless.
I have seen Lin Ming's power to instantly kill 49 bloodthirsty Bodhi ghosts.
No one wanted to be the first to face Lin Ming's sword-drawing skills.
That sword is as magnificent as a brocade!
However, they did not face it directly after all.
At that time, he was caught in a fight, and his perception of Lin Ming's sword was not very clear.
All I know is that it is very strong.
But exactly how strong it is, they don't know.
Ignorance gives them the courage to face it.
After a moment of silence, among the people in the Xuanwen Sword Academy, a man with an old appearance stepped out.
He raised his sword and pointed it at Lin Ming, "Arrogant! How dare you..."
Before he finished speaking, Lin Ming unsheathed his sword.
Keng!
The Jing Xian sword swept up a crescent moon.
The old-looking man didn't see anything clearly, and the sword in his hand had been broken into two pieces.
What Lin Ming slashed was not the sword body, but the hilt.
When the sword edge passed by, it almost touched the man's right hand holding the sword.
As long as he moves forward three inches, the man's right hand will fall to the ground along with the sword.
Breaking into a cold sweat!
He let go of his hand, backed away in shock, and bumped into the chest of a classmate.
"You, there's something wrong with your sword!"
Everyone looked at the sword blade on the ground. The gap was smooth, like a sharp blade cutting tofu.
Their eyes were slightly startled, and they shifted their gazes, all falling on the sword of the Jingxian Sword.
The whole body is pitch black and looks ordinary.
"What level of soul weapon is this?"
Lin Ming curled his lips and sneered, not explaining at all.
The edge of his sword swept downwards.
brush!
A clearly visible sword mark appeared on the ground, about one foot long.
Lin Ming chuckled: "Anyone who crosses this sword mark will die!"
Xuanwen Sword Academy belongs to the most outstanding force in Qingming State.
They have always been the only ones who threaten others, when have they ever been so angry?
I can't bear it!
Clang, clang, clang... the sound of swords being drawn is endless.
They said no more words and walked towards Lin Ming step by step in silence.
At this time, Jian Wuxu sighed, "You guys are too ignorant if you can't even see the difference between them."
As soon as he spoke, he glanced at Lin Ming.
This means he doesn’t want me to take action... Lin Ming understood this and nodded in response.
Jian Wuxu's thick eyebrows rose, a smile bloomed in his eyes, and he said to himself: "It's rare that brother Lin Ming doesn't have the problems of those young masters from aristocratic families, and can be sympathetic to the difficulties of others."
As a member of the Xuanwen Sword Academy, from a standpoint, he still hoped that the people in the Sword Academy would not seek death.
If you really want to seek death, it is best to face yourself instead of Lin Ming.
Jian Wuxu's cultivation level was higher and his sword heart was more transparent. Even under the influence of the bloodthirsty Bodhi Ghost, he was still able to discern Lin Ming's sword moves.
The second shape of the flower in the mirror and the moon in water is the full moon.
That sword-drawing strike contained a heroic spirit that would never retreat!
Even though there are thousands of people, Lin Ming is not afraid!
With such a sword move and such a swordsman, the sword will definitely be extremely fierce, which can determine victory or defeat as well as life and death.
Completely inconsistent with his "gentle and seemingly peaceful" appearance.
Therefore, when Jian Wuxu used his sword to deal with the people in Xuanwen Sword Academy, he could save the lives of his classmates to a certain extent.
Lin Ming also considered his difficulty and asked him to take action.
This further strengthened the friendship between the two.
The corners of Jian Wuxu's mouth raised slightly, and he flicked his sleeves with one hand.
Three swords flew out of the wooden sword box, one was wide, one was narrow, and one had double-edged swords with ratchets.
brush!
The three swords shot through the air, followed closely by Jian Wuxu.
Seeing that he was about to confront the people of Xuanwen Sword Academy, a woman's voice as cold as frost rang out from the sky, "Get out!"
As the voice fell, a light blue sword covered in frost, like ice, fell from the sky.
It was extremely fast, as if it was coming with the frost and snow of the icy world.
Before the sword arrived, a cold wind was already blowing from the ground.
Huhuhu~~~~~~
Jian Wuxu's expression changed drastically, he stopped and used his energy to pull the three swords in front of him.
He turned his palm and pressed down, raised his energy, and pointed the three swords at the sky at the same time.
call out!
The three swords rushed forward and collided with the frost sword.
There was no rumbling sound, nor the sound of metal and iron chiming together, there was just dead silence.
The three swords could not get close to the Frost Sword at all, and turned into three lumps of ice and fell to the ground.
Jian Wuxu's thick eyebrows suddenly raised and he shouted: "Mo Yingxue!"
As he finished speaking, the sword box behind him shook violently.
boom!
Ten green sharp edges shot out boldly, crossing ten arcs, condensing the meaning of mountains above Jian Wuxu's head.
Lin Ming's eyes narrowed slightly, and he saw the detailed confrontation between the two in the reflection of his mind's eye.
The meaning of frost, the meaning of mountains...
This is the sword intention! ! !
The former comes from the sky, like an indifferent goddess, who punishes everything in the world.
The latter rises from the ground like a strong mountain, unmoved.
Under Jian Wuxu's sword intent, the three swords that were initially frozen broke through the ice.
The next second, the thirteen swords merged into one.
Keng, Keng, Keng...
After a series of noises, he clasped his hands together, held a huge and heavy Banchi sword, and pointed it straight towards the sky.
At this time, Mo Yingxue fell from the sky. She was extremely fast and stepped on the head of the Frosty Sword.
Buzz~~~~~~~
The frost sword made of ice and snow suddenly accelerated downward.
The tips of the two swords face each other.
Qi explodes!
Sword intent and sword energy are raging in all directions.
Within a radius of ten feet, few people dared to stay.
Everyone from the Xuanwen Sword Academy, the Xuanwen Academy, and the Qingye City Defense Force... all retreated.
They never thought that the battle in the body training realm could be so strong.
However, there was no pause for too long. Outside the scope of the two swords, the two sides attacked each other again.
This time, it was not due to the curse of the bloodthirsty Bodhi Ghost, but my own choice.
The fighting outside is noisy and confusing.
Lin Ming, however, was not distracted and stood still.
This is almost the center where the sword intent of the two explodes.
The sword intention and sword energy are like strong wind, extremely biting.
The little guy was holding on Lin Ming's shoulder, silently guarding his brother Ming.
As for Lin Ming, he saw areas that he had not touched yet——
Sword intent!
The condensation of the divine text with the word "sword" allowed him to be called a swordsman genius.
But after meeting his senior sister Ge Qinghuang, he realized that he still had a fatal weakness in the sword.
Time is too short!
After careful calculation, from the night when he condensed the divine inscriptions to now, he has been practicing sword practice for less than a month.
And what about those warriors who really focus on practicing swords?
One year, three years, five years... or even ten years, it doesn't matter.
The sword is already a part of their lives, and the meaning of the sword is in their hearts.
Now, having the opportunity to see two young men of the same generation at the Body Training Realm compete with each other in swordsmanship was of great significance to Lin Ming.
Mesmerized!
He devoted himself wholeheartedly to it, with his physical eyes, mind's eyes, ears...
The five senses and six consciousnesses were used to their fullest extent, rapidly absorbing the essence of the sword intent of the two men.
Gradually, Lin Ming fell into a deep trance, and a divine inscription floated out between his eyebrows——
sword! ! !
Purple light shines in all directions, as if a purple sun is rising.
Jian Wuxu laughed, sincerely happy for the friend he had just made.
"Brother Lin Ming has unparalleled divine writing. The purple divine writing with the word 'sword' is the only one I have ever seen in my life. Once he understands the meaning of the sword, he will become a peerless swordsman in the future!"
At this time, Mo Yingxue snorted coldly, "Want to understand the meaning of the sword? Have you asked me?"
Her avatar split her hands, and the frost sword instantly split into countless thin slices, no less than hundreds of layers on top of each other.
Immediately afterwards, most of those sword-shaped slices separated and turned into falling swords and icy rain, pouring towards Lin Ming.
"Be careful!" Jian Wuxu warned. However, his cultivation and combat power were only half as good as Mo Yingxue's. At this moment, he was unable to distract himself and was unable to intercept him.
At this moment, the little guy stood above Lin Ming.
"Bad woman, you want to harm Brother Ming, have you asked me yet?!"
After saying this, it used its full power to circulate the breath of water, lifted its claws upward, and two small wave hammers floated above the center of its claws.
