Invincible Sword Soul

Chapter 1890

With a sway of his body, Lynch disappeared in place. The speed was so fast that the sixth-rank Golden Immortal might not be able to surpass Lynch.

Soar through the sky!

"Finally able to fly!"

Somersault in the air, like a child, disappeared in Wuwei Peak, causing Bai Shuang to roll her eyes.

Martial Arts Pavilion!
There are four floors in total. This reward, you can enter the second floor selection, break through the fairy master, and then you are eligible to enter the third floor.

As for the fourth floor, I heard that there are several books of martial arts, which are the treasures of the Xuanyu Sect, and only the immortal kings can comprehend them.

It has surpassed the scope of martial arts, even if Lynch is allowed to go in now, he cannot get it.

After showing the token, the gatekeeper let Lynch in.

"One hour to choose, no time to wait!"

The deacon was quite polite, and when other disciples came, he didn't even bother to say a word. Many disciples missed the selection time and wasted an opportunity.

"Thank you!"

Stepping into the Martial Arts Pavilion, the first floor is huge, with many martial arts displayed, Lynch has no time to linger.

There are rows of bookshelves, most of which are selected by outer disciples. When they saw Lynch, some people showed astonishment, and some looked confused.

There are hundreds of thousands of outer disciples, and only tens of thousands of people watched the newcomer king's assessment that day.

"Brother, it's him!"

In a dark corner of the Martial Arts Pavilion on the first floor, there were two people squatting. The strange thing was that the two of them had no palms on their right hands, which had been cut off.

"Go and inform Senior Brother Yan Jin that this person has appeared, and I want him to die."

It turned out to be Brother Sun Teng, whose palm was cut off by Lin Qi that day, because Yan Jin was not in the sect, so he had to endure it.

Just yesterday, Yan Jin came back from a mission, and this month's harvest of fairy crystals was reduced by about half, which made Yan Jin very annoyed.

Climbing up the stairs, Lynch walked up to the second floor, where it seemed relatively empty, with few people choosing from it.

There are also a lot fewer bookshelves. Lynch saw a few golden robes, so he should also choose martial arts here.

In an hour, there are probably thousands of martial arts books here, and there is no time to read them one by one.

I can only choose to classify. Fortunately, the managers here have classified the martial arts into different categories.

Swords!

Knives!
Boxing!

Body skills and more!
They have been organized in detail, which greatly shortens the time for those who come to select disciples.

Lynch's goal is very clear, he has the Nine Absolute Sword Soul, and his first choice is sword skills.

Walking to the sword skills area, there were about [-] books, enough for Lynch to choose, so he took out one and read it carefully.

"Pumping water swordsmanship!"

After taking a look at it and putting it back, it is considered a masterpiece among immortal skills.

Quick tour, most of the levels are higher than the Broken Soul Sword Art, but not much higher. Lynch has practiced for a period of time, and also needs to modify other sword arts.

The speed of reading was so fast that it attracted several other people to watch.

"What is this kid doing? With so many sword skills, is there anything he doesn't like?"

I have read more than 100 books, but I can't find the sword skills I like, which makes Lynch a little bit decadent.

Several disciples in golden robes came over and stood not far from Lynch, with curious expressions on their faces.

He is very strange to Lynch, and he didn't bother him, watching him keep flipping through.

Half an hour passed, and Lynch browsed through all the three hundred books of sword skills, with a hint of disappointment on his face.

On the contrary, I have read a few books of king-level fairy skills, and the power is far less powerful than Lynch thought.

"This junior brother, there are so many immortal skills here, can't they all meet your needs?"

A young man came over, cupped his fists at Lynch, and asked with a puzzled expression.

Shaking his head, Lynch smiled wryly.

Although these sword skills are good, they are not suitable for him.

"Arrogant, little second-rank golden immortal, do you still want to find fairy skills at the Lingbao level!"

The other person showed contempt, thinking that Lin Qi was too arrogant, and it was normal for Jinxian to practice monarch-level sword skills.

"I choose sword skills, and I have a fart relationship with you. What right do you have to dictate in front of me?"

Lynch countered what he said. What does his choice of sword skills have to do with arrogance?

"Boy, say it again!"

After the young man finished speaking, he was about to take a step forward and prepare to do something here.

"Che Yangzhi, don't say a word. You should not be sloppy in choosing sword skills. Once you choose it, you will find that it is not suitable for you halfway through the practice. Wouldn't it be a waste of time?"

The young man who was the first to speak stopped this man named Che Yangzhi, he was only a fourth-rank Golden Immortal, and Lin Qi could blow him up with a single punch.

I don't have time to grind their mouths with them. I only have one hour, and half of it has passed. If I can't choose, it's a waste of this opportunity.

Looking around from the corner of the eye, I found that there was a piece of animal skin at the bottom of the sword skills bookshelf, which was used as a cushion and placed in a corner of the bookshelf. The terrain here is uneven, so using this animal skin as a cushion just keeps the bookshelf from shaking.

He squatted down, pulled out the animal skin, shook the bookshelf, and quickly regained his composure.

Open the hide, there is only one image on it, a man holding a long sword and making a sharp posture.

"Sword drawing?"

There are three words written on it, which should also be a kind of sword skill, but it is just the most basic sword drawing style, without any moves.

"This junior brother, the sword-drawing posture recorded on this animal skin has been practiced by many disciples before. Except that the speed of drawing the sword is a little faster, it has no lethality. It has long been trashed and thrown aside. I advise you or Pick another one."

The kinder gold-robed youth, with a persuasive tone, did not want Lynch to waste time in the sword drawing ceremony.

"Thank you brother for reminding me, I will consider it!"

Lynch said, but he didn't put down the animal skin, because he found that there were too many moves in this posture.

"There is no trick to win!"

A few words suddenly popped up in the sea of ​​souls, real sword skills, without any moves, killing the opponent is the best sword move.

Everything in the world can be trusted at your fingertips.

If you have a sword in your heart, everything is a sword.

All of a sudden, the man on the animal skin seemed to be alive, and he kept waving the long sword in front of Lynch, again and again, and in just a short moment, the speed of the sword reached [-] times.

Lynch was stunned. With such a fast drawing speed, the other party had already beheaded him no less than a hundred times before drawing the sword.

"Junior Brother, Junior Brother, are you okay!"

In the scene just now, Lynch lost his perception of his surroundings, only to wake up when he found someone shaking his body, and entered a mysterious time and space just now.

"I'm fine!"

Shaking his head, Lynch didn't know what happened just now. There was only that man in front of him, waving the long sword constantly.

"It's fine, it's almost time, let's go out!"

The man patted Lynch on the shoulder. Their time was up and they couldn't stay in the Martial Arts Pavilion any longer. They walked towards the first floor.

Looking at the sword in his hand, he took a deep breath.

"It's your choice!"

After choosing so many sword skills, Lynch finally chose the sword drawing style.

There is still some time, I don't want to miss it, I came to an open space in the Martial Arts Pavilion, drew out the long sword, and quickly drew the sword according to the introduction on the animal skin.

Over and over again, Lynch kept repeating the same pose.

At the beginning, I was very uncomfortable. It required the strength of the arms and the waist, which were perfectly matched together. When the sword was drawn, every inch of bone in the body transmitted the strength to the arms.

"call out!"

The speed of the long sword attack was still not fast enough. In the illusion that Lynch entered just now, the gray-clothed man inside took out the sword [-] times in one breathing time.

A hundred times!

A thousand times!

[-] times!

During the cup of tea, Lynch swung his sword [-] times, his arms were numb, and his waist felt pain. He had already sensed a hint of mystery.

"It's a weird sword-drawing pose. If you practice it to a high level, you can achieve the state of unity of human and sword."

Through these [-] times of swinging the long sword, Lynch got a little trick. This sword-drawing style does not seem to have any level. Once it is successfully practiced, it surpasses any monarch-level sword skill.

With the last bit of time left, Lynch continued to draw his sword. The elixir was supported by two thousand drops of profound energy, so there was no need to worry about running out of profound energy.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa..."

In one breathing time, the sword was fired ten times in a row, and the sword light was almost invisible, which made Lynch extremely happy.

"That's great. I didn't expect that in just one stick of incense, I would introduce the sword-drawing pose. If I don't expect it, the sword-drawing pose will definitely hit the opponent hard."

With the gray-clothed man's sword ten thousand times in one breath, Lynch is defiant enough. An ordinary person can make a sword three times at most in one breath.

Glancing at the time, it was almost an hour, put away the long sword, and walked outside the Martial Arts Pavilion.

When he first arrived on the first floor, he found that many people looked at him gloatingly, which made Lynch confused.

Scanning the crowd, he saw Brother Sun Teng, which reminded him of something.

Ignoring those gloating gazes, he strode away from the Martial Arts Pavilion. Not long after he walked out, he was blocked in front of him.

"You are Lynch!"

Eight feet tall, absolutely burly, one head taller than Lynch, the terrifying Golden Immortal Law was brewing beside him.

"I'm Lynch, I don't know why my brother is blocking my way."

Lynch still didn't know who the other party was, and he clasped his fists together with a questioning tone.

"My name is Yan Jin. You wounded my people, and even crippled a pair of their arms. I only want your leg and one hand. You can do it yourself, or I will help you unscrew it."

Hearing the word Yan Jin, he looked around at those disciples, all showing expressions of horror.

Even the few inner disciples who came out of the Martial Arts Pavilion just now stopped in their tracks, and Che Yangzhi was among them, with a look of goodwill.

"You mean those two trash?"

Brother Sun Teng squeezed out of the crowd and stood not far behind Yan Jin. They lacked a hand.

"Boy, I know you are the rookie king. This is Xuan Yuzong. If you offend me, Yan Jin, there is only one end, death!"

Yan Jin clenched his fist, and the aura of the sixth-rank Jinxian exploded, and the ordinary disciples who surrounded him were directly thrown out.

Wuwei Peak!
More than an hour has passed, and it stands to reason that Lynch should be back soon, but he hasn't come back yet, which makes Bai Shuang a little worried.

With a shake of his body, Bai Shuang flew towards the peak of Wuji Pavilion, wanting to see what happened.

"You want to kill me?"

Lin Qi pointed at himself, he never thought that Yan Jin would be so arrogant that he could blatantly behead an inner sect disciple.

"If you can kneel down and crawl under my crotch, I will consider saving your dog's life. You can choose for yourself."

After finishing speaking, Yan Jin laughed unscrupulously.

(End of this chapter)