In the square where thousands of swords were flying, there was only a young man in black, wielding a sword alone, sweating like raindrops.
The heavy black iron sword in his hand would cause extremely violent wind pressure every time he swung it.
Many disciples from the Nanling Sword Pavilion looked sideways.
Lin Xi, on the other hand, was wielding the sword with a focused look on his face.
Two months... is enough confirmation!
Bai Fan is not a genius, and Lin Xi...unfortunately, neither is it!
In just two months, it is undoubtedly a foolish dream to practice a basic sword technique to the point of perfection, even surpassing those disciples who practice the superb sword skills of Nanling Sword Pavilion.
Fortunately...Lin Xi is a cheat himself.
When he used heavenly magic and the demonic energy transformed from negative emotions to swing the knife in his hand, a sinister aura faintly condensed, and a powerful sense of aura arose spontaneously.
Even a simple chop gives people the illusion of being able to cut through mountains and rivers.
Bai Xuan became famous in Qingxiao for his swordsmanship, so it would be really difficult for his younger brother to surpass his brother in swordsmanship.
Therefore, Lin Xi must find another way to prove himself with a sword... Anyway, the swordsmanship of Nanling Sword Pavilion that Bai Fan originally practiced, although it can be considered as passing, is just a mortal, there is no regret in giving it up.
The most important thing in swordsmanship is momentum, condensing the evil spirit.
Lin Xi's heavenly magic is beneficial in both aspects.
As the noise of Lin Xi's sword practice became louder and louder, Lu Xiangkun, who had been observing in the dark, finally came out.
"I never thought that you have such talent in the art of swordsmanship. It's just... what a pity!" Lu Xiangkun looked at Lin Xi with regretful eyes, and then said decisively: "From now on, you are not allowed to practice anymore. Sword skills, otherwise...it will be dealt with according to the sect's rules."
If you take the wrong path, try again.
This would have been fine.
The problem is... Bai Fan is the son of Pavilion Master Bai Tian Qi. He is destined to be unable to join other sects and enter a sect that focuses on swordsmanship.
In the Nanling Sword Pavilion, the more Lin Xi showed off his talent in swordsmanship and spread the word, the more ironic it became.
Lu Xiangkun thought of this, so he said such words.
Facing the pressure from 'Master', Lin Xi was well prepared and said coldly: "You want to teach me, but you can't teach me well. In this case... let's use real skills to decide who is right and who is wrong?"
"You and I don't have to cultivate, we just use techniques to determine victory or defeat. If you can defeat the sword in my hand, I will abandon the sword. If you can't win... then don't stop me."
Lu Xiangkun had entered the Nascent Soul realm eighty years ago and was considered a veteran Nascent Soul powerhouse. His cultivation was extremely extraordinary, if not unfathomable.
And it has been three hundred years since he worshiped in the Nanling Sword Pavilion.
Three hundred years were enough for him to perfect the swordsmanship of Nanling Sword Pavilion to a very mature level.
Naturally, it is not as good as Bai Xuan's divine talent, but it has been tempered through hard work and is somewhat unusual.
Lin Xi dared to challenge Lu Xiangkun's three hundred years of swordsmanship with only two months of swordsmanship. It can be said to be very arrogant.
Facing Lin Xi's 'challenge'.
Lu Xiangkun first felt angry.
Of course, this anger was absorbed by Lin Xi without any loss.
Then the anger faded and became a little dull.
"Of course I don't know why you are so confident in your sword skills. Even though you have extraordinary talent in sword skills, you are destined to be unable to practice swordsmanship, let alone my opponent."
"Today I will let you be my master and I will dispel your delusion."
After saying that, he didn't draw his sword, but just put his fingers together to point to the sword, and was about to fight Lin Xi.
You know, the prerequisite for him to compete with Lin Xi was not to use his cultivation.
Now referring to the sword means that he has extremely strong confidence in his own swordsmanship.
"Come in!" Lu Xiangkun said.
Lin Xi held her breath and concentrated, holding the knife in both hands, standing there like a statue.
He is not a genius in the art of swordsmanship, nor does he know any extraordinary swordsmanship skills.
But...he knows how to act.
At this moment, he was not facing the battle alone. He seemed to be Fu Hongxue, Ding Peng, Nie Feng, and Song Que...
A sense of Yuan Ting Yue Li's grandmaster demeanor emanated from Lin Xi's body.
This kind of magnanimity can of course be performed.
If we can't... those actors who are so superb at playing the role of the master, could it be that they are all still great masters of martial arts?
But the difference between true and false lies after taking action.
At this second, Lin Xi moved.
His sword swung along the simplest and most domineering path.
It's very simple to chop with one move.
This is also the move that Lin Xi has practiced the most. He must make the appearance of this move perfect, without any flaws in the disguise.
Driven by heavenly magic.
There is no true energy flowing, but the evil spirit is entrenched.
At this moment, Lu Xiangkun felt as if he saw a giant black tiger coming down the mountain towards him.
When I braced myself and took it seriously, it was already too late.
After all, the sword did not pierce out. Lu Xiangkun took advantage of his instinctive agility as a Yuanying realm monk and took a step back to avoid the sharp edge of the sword.
The so-called suppression of cultivation cannot be truly fair after all.
This is like when an adult plays with a child. Even if the strength is equivalent to that of the child, the physical advantage still exists and cannot be avoided.
Lu Xiangkun took a step back.
If you are thin-skinned, you have already given up.
Lu Xiangkun is not very thick-skinned.
However, he was not willing to admit defeat yet.
If he gave up, wouldn't all his three hundred years of hard work become a joke?
So even if the opportunity is lost.
He still had to swing his sword.
The sword fingers came together and stabbed Lin Xi with one sword.
Even if this sword does not contain any true energy, it can still be transformed into one hundred and seventy-six different moves among the seventeen sword techniques at any time, and it also contains hundreds of different changes.
Even the memory of Bai Fan that Lin Xi has mastered also contains the memories of most of these changes in swordsmanship.
But the gap is a gap, and it cannot be made up by knowing it.
Lin Xi is fake and fierce.
Lu Xiangkun is really strong.
Faced with such a sword thrust, Lin Xi ignored it and took a step forward to strike with the sword.
"You don't even hide, let alone block?"
"What a fierce swordsmanship!" Lu Xiangkun frowned.
He was already regretting not drawing his sword.
He must admit that although his apprentice, the second son of the Nanling Sword Pavilion Master, has only practiced swordsmanship for two months.
But with the skill of swordsmanship, he had already entered the palace and had attainments that embarrassed him.
clang!
The sword finger pointed at the back of Lin Xi's knife, and the thick sword bounced away heavily.
Lin Xi did not put away the knife and turn around, but used his strength to turn around.
Heavy chop!
The evil spirit is raging and powerful.
The expression on his face was even more calm and indifferent.
At this time, Lin Xi actually had the character of a master of swordsmanship, and it was difficult for people to see the flaws in his disguise.
"genius!"
"He has a talent that is not weaker than that of his brother Bai Xuan!"
"Did we delay him?" At this time, Lu Xiangkun had such an idea in his mind for no reason, and then... it seemed that he was out of control.
