Text Chapter 78 The Heart of the Swordsman

The changes on the light screen made all the warriors excited. After all, most of them had bet on Qi Juesheng. Now seeing this scene, they were naturally happy.

In the virtual space, Lin Xuan's face was gloomy. He had calmed down from the initial surprise, but the Ling family's actions were difficult for him to accept.

As a manager, he couldn't even achieve the most basic fairness, and Lin Xuan felt chilled by this.

However, it was impossible for him to admit defeat. As a swordsman, he would rather bend than bend. If he bows his head in the face of this threat, then there is no need to talk about martial arts swordsmanship.

Opposite him, Qi Jue had a ferocious smile on his face, his purple sword glowing like ocean waves, each sword stronger than the last.

"No one can dominate my will, I will cut through everything with the sword in my hand!" Lin Xuan was determined, with a terrifying light in his eyes.

"Thunder God's Wrath!"

As soon as the sword was thrust out, golden light struck in all directions, a series of thunderstorms sounded in the air, and golden arcs filled the sky rushed towards Qi Jue.

"The Seventh Style of the Absolute Sword!" Qi Jue gritted his teeth and activated the spiritual power in his body. The two-foot-long sword light suddenly changed from one to three, forming a fan-shaped attack.

Boom!

With a deafening sound, Lin Xuan's long sword easily pierced the purple sword light, and then hit Qi Jue hard.

"No!" Qi Jue screamed and flew backwards like a kite. Then he fell to the ground in a panic, his clothes on his chest were completely torn, and there was a sword mark on his chest that penetrated three-thirds of his flesh.

Although it was not a real body, Qi Jue still felt heartbreaking pain, and he felt that the power of this body was quickly disappearing.

"Am I going to lose? No, how could I lose to a boy with a sixth-level pulse condensation!" There was a trace of madness in Qi Jue's eyes. He stood up with difficulty and raised the long knife in his hand again.

"Let me show you, the last of my eight sword moves, absolutely no killing!"

The robe on his body moved automatically without wind, and all the purple light on the long knife penetrated into the blade. The next moment, a hazy shadow of the long knife appeared in front of him.

"With this sword, almost no one at the same level can kill it, and you are no exception!" Qi Jue's face turned pale.

Then, as if he had exhausted all his strength, he swung the knife.

The void seemed to be torn open, countless violent winds turned upside down, and a huge knife shadow more than three feet long slashed towards Lin Xuan.

Lin Xuan roared loudly and advanced instead of retreating. His entire right arm and long sword turned into pale gold, with tiny golden arcs beating continuously.

However, when he wanted to make a move, a majestic voice sounded in his ears again.

"Ignorant junior, you dare to resist my will. I told you to lose, and you must lose!"

As soon as the words fell, the long sword in Lin Xuan's hand broke, leaving only half of the sword body and hilt.

In front of everyone, it is impossible for the manager to take action directly, but it is still possible to cause some small damage. It was he who made Lin Xuan's broken sword.

However, this change made everyone exclaim.

Ling Ze laughed wildly. He knew that Lin Xuan had completely angered the manager and had no chance of winning.

Qi Jue, on the other hand, looked crazy: "Haha, even God is helping me, so just die in peace!"

Lin Xuan looked at the broken sword, and there seemed to be a ball of anger burning in his heart. Inexplicably, he suddenly remembered the mysterious figure he saw in the magic pit.

Arrogant, dissolute, and destroying extremely powerful enemies while talking and laughing.

At this moment, Lin Xuan seemed to understand something, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. Even if you break my sword, you can't change my will. My sword is with my heart.

The golden current did not disappear. Instead, it followed the broken sword and automatically formed a golden sword of lightning.

"Feel the fear of Lei Qie!" Lin Xuan's figure rioted, like a golden flash between heaven and earth. The sharp lightning sword cut through the huge blade shadow, and with the momentum of destroying everything, it cut Qi Jue's body in half.

thump!

The long knife fell to the ground, and Qi Jue's two bodies fell to the ground, turning into white light and dissipating.

Lin Xuan, on the other hand, raised his sword and pointed to the sky, with high fighting spirit in his heart.

The lightning-fast sword was deeply imprinted in everyone's hearts. After a long time, these warriors recovered and exclaimed again.

"Why is Lin Xuan still there? Shouldn't he be teleported out?"

"Why is he pointing his sword at the sky? Are there any enemies?" These warriors started talking among themselves for a while.

Lin Xuan's muscles tightened, as if he could take action at any time. He was wary of the managers here. Fortunately, the manager did not dare to make the matter a big deal. After a moment of silence, he sent Lin Xuan out.

In a flash of light, Lin Xuan's figure disappeared from everyone's eyes.

The next moment, his body in the formation trembled slightly, and then he slowly opened his eyes.

At this moment, he had the feeling of falling from the seventh level of pulse condensation to the sixth level of pulse condensation. This gap gave him an unreal feeling.

Fortunately, he was determined and quickly adapted to this gap. Slightly running the Immortality Art, the spiritual power in his body circulated smoothly, and the golden sword intention seeds emitted a little light. He felt that his integration with the sword intention seeds was getting closer.

It seems that this competition has brought me a lot of benefits. Lin Xuan smiled lightly. Not only had he tried the power of the seventh level of pulse condensation in advance, but he also had a new understanding of the way of the sword.

"It seems that after I go back, I need to have a good understanding." Lin Xuan decided to retreat for a while.

Of course, before that, he still had something to do, which was to collect the spiritual stones he had received. The odds of this match were 1 to 10. He originally bet three thousand spirit stones, but now he can get thirty thousand spirit stones.

Thirty thousand spiritual stones was a very large amount, and Lin Xuan wanted to laugh just thinking about it.

Boom!

The stone door slowly opened and Lin Xuan walked out.

Luo Qingshan had been waiting outside for a long time. He naturally saw everything that happened on the light screen, so he was particularly worried.

"Are you okay?" Luo Qingshan asked.

"Let's go and get the spirit stone." Lin Xuan walked towards the stairs with a smile as if nothing was wrong.

The two of them walked out side by side and appeared in the hall on the basement floor again.

Many warriors looked at Lin Xuan with different eyes. What this young man did was completely beyond their expectations. Ling Ze, on the other hand, glanced at Lin Xuan gloomily.

"After he goes out, find a place where no one is around and kill him!" Ling Ze whispered to the black-clothed warrior beside him.

"Don't worry, Master Ling." A warrior with a sixth level of pulse condensation cannot escape from my grasp. The black-clothed warrior chuckled sinisterly.

Lin Xuan and others received the spirit stones, and after talking with Luo Qingshan, left the fighting field.

Ye Qing counted the spirit stones with a smile, and then said with a happy smile: "With so many spirit stones, you don't have to worry about going to the Cultivation Tower anymore."

The two of them walked to Xuantian Sect's branch in Yunlan City, rented two Swift Eagles, and flew towards Xuantian Sect.

When the two flew out of Yunlan City, a black figure, riding a two-meter-long black strange bird, followed quietly.