Inverse Sword God

The inscription in midair completely shocked the old man in the red robe. : /

"What an exquisite inscription!" Half-sounded, the old man in the red robe exclaimed.

"I need to talk to someone else about your request," said the old man in the red robe. "Anyway, I will give you a reply in three days."

"Thank you, senior."

Lin Xuan made a present and walked out of the room.

Looking at the back of Lin Xuan, the old man in the red robe took a deep breath. The teenager's accomplishments for the inscription were far beyond his expectations.

He looked into the inscription that was disappearing in the air and lost his thoughts.

Lin Xuan stepped out of the room and walked directly towards the outside.

The inscription just drawn by him under the guidance of the wine master, did not expect to shock the old man in the red robe.

"It seems that the inscription mastered by the wine master far exceeds these people." Lin Xuan was pleased.

When he walked out of Wanbao Tower, the auction was just over, and the crowd was rushing out.

Through the conversation of others, he learned that the last picture was bought by Lin Feng at the price of 600,000 yuan.

"It's really a loser!" Lin Xuan pouted and walked towards the inn.

At the rear, there were a few hidden eyes on his body, one of them was the sword pattern boy beside Lin Feng.

When Lin Xuan lived in the Four Seas Inn, Jianwen teenager sneered and then left.

For these people, Lin Xuan naturally knew.

But he didn't take it seriously, if these people didn't open their eyes, he wouldn't mind sending them on their way.

Back in the room, Lin Xuan set up a defensive formation with a red sword, and then he was relieved.

Stabilized, he flicked the storage ring with his fingers, and a long sword appeared in his hand.

Gently shaking, a shadow of a sword appeared in the air, like Qiushui Changhong, cold and heartfelt.

Lin Xuan urged thunder and lightning in his body, and for a moment, the golden arc climbed up to the sword body.

When the spirit is run again, the golden arc disappears, and the cyan blast winds around the sword, adding a bit of spirituality out of thin air.

In this regard, Lin Xuan was very satisfied. He felt that the forty-five thousand grade spirit stones had no white flowers.

"Huh, I don't know the weight! In my opinion, the black scabbard is a good thing!" The wine man hummed softly.

When Lin Xuan heard his heart move, he rolled his hands, took out the black scabbard, and looked up curiously.

"Nothing special!" Lin Xuan whispered, then urged Zi Lingtong to observe carefully, and finally searched inside and out with her soul power.

"If it's so easy to see, you won't be able to get your hands on it!" Said the winemaker.

"Wine, what's the use of this?" Lin Xuan asked.

"You put the sword in the scabbard," the wine grandfather said.

Lin Xuan acted according to his words and classified Qiu Hen Sword into a scabbard.

"Push both wind and lightning forces at the same time, pay attention to the control power, don't cut down the house!"

Lin Xuan frowned: "Is it ..."

He urged both wind and lightning forces at the same time, then controlled his strength and drew his sword suddenly.

Huh!

Under his control, the sword air was attached to the sword body and was not released.

But he clearly saw that the two powers of the wind and thunder merged together perfectly, and the air within three feet ahead was cut.

"This is the power of wind and lightning!" Lin Xuan exclaimed.

He had long wanted to fuse these two forces together, but without corresponding martial arts, it would be difficult for him to succeed.

And now a black scabbard solved this problem!

"Sure enough, it's a good thing!" He stroked the black scabbard, and his face blossomed.

"Hum, I know I'm happy!"

"Hey!" Lin Xuan smirked with a scabbard.

The next hour, Lin Xuan has been studying the black scabbard.

He found that the more wind-thunder power infused, the longer it lasted, but it could last for ten breaths at most.

In other words, after ten breaths, the power of wind and thunder on the sword will be separated again.

But for Lin Xuan, this is enough.

In the evening, Lin Xuan went out for a meal and then returned to the house again.

He lives in a small independent courtyard and is very quiet.

The next time, he put away the Qiu marks sword and black scabbard and began to practice inscriptions.

He has never relaxed his practice these days, including martial arts practice.

The inscription is the same as that of martial arts.

Lin Xuan didn't relax for a moment, and his inscription level was improving rapidly.

Late at night, Lin Xuan retired from cultivation and took out the spirit wine to recover quickly.

He had a hunch that someone would shoot for Qiu Henjian.

Raising her body to the extreme, Lin Xuan closed her eyes and cultivated.

Sure enough, in the middle of the night, he sensed the breath of the warrior.

Soul strength spread, Lin Xuan mastered the situation of a dozen meters.

On the roof, three figures approached quietly.

Lin Xuan's mouth slightly raised, his body flickered, and he disappeared.

The three men in black covered their faces, their breath was hidden.

"Three, what do you come to my roof late at night?"

The teasing sound rang in the rear, and the three black men were shaken.

"Do it!" The black warrior in the middle growled.

The three people moved quickly, and the breath on their bodies erupted like a flash flood.

Spiritual power surges, shaking the void.

All three were actually warriors from the triple sky of Linghai, and the three joined together in the shape of a triangle.

"Give up Qiuhen Sword, spare you not to die!" The black warrior in the middle was hoarse.

Do you mean this? Lin Xuan took out Qiuhen Sword and shook it in front of the three.

The three eyes were attracted by the long sword, and their breathing became a little rapid.

"Come over to us!" The man in black shouted.

"I just don't deserve this sword." Lin Xuan hung his sword around his waist.

"Boy, you're looking for death!" The three warriors in black were furious and shot together.

"roll!"

Lin Xuan stepped in front of his feet, roaring a sound wave.

Hum! The translucent sound wave swayed, and in conjunction with the soul force attack, directly penetrated the three people's defensive armor.

puff! puff! puff!

The three were shrouded in sound waves, their bodies were severely damaged, and horrible cracks appeared on them.

In an instant, the three became blood.

"Rewind!"

The three black warriors were full of fear in their eyes. Is this still human, and they were badly hurt by a single throat.

"Want to leave?" Lin Xuan swayed, blocking the way for the three.

"You, don't mess around!" The three were bleeding all over their bodies, their voices trembling.

"Leave a storage ring and don't show up in front of me again."

"Yes Yes!"

The three took off the storage ring on their fingers ~ www.ltnovel.com ~ and threw it to Lin Xuan, then quickly escaped.

Putting away the three storage rings, Lin Xuan's expression did not relax, but became abnormally dignified.

He felt a strong breath, appearing nearby.

Just before Lin Xuan's attack, most of the soldiers nearby saw it.

And now dare to shoot, no doubt is really a master.

Snapped! Snapped! Snapped!

A clear applause sounded, and a boy with a sword pattern on his brows appeared.

"The practice of Linghai Ertian was able to repel three Linghai III martial artists with one stroke.

"However, I just want to have Qiuhen Sword by this means, I'm afraid it's not enough!"

The breath on the sword pattern boy suddenly became sharp, as if thousands of sword awns penetrated the void