Inverse Sword Mad God
Chapter 85 - 85 84 Small Success Sword Force

85: Chapter 84 Small Success Sword Force 85: Chapter 84 Small Success Sword Force The sword light was incredibly sudden, and its angle was tricky.

Most importantly, the assailant’s aura was at the Ninth Rank of Pulse Condensation Realm.

“Be careful, Brother Lin!” Luo Qingshan couldn’t stop the attack in time and could only shout a warning.

Lin Xuan gave a cold glance, his gaze sharp as a sword, piercing straight to the heart.

The Disciple who had launched the attack trembled, an inexplicable sense of fear rising in his heart.

Yet, having already charged halfway, he gritted his teeth and continued his attack.

“Hmph!” Lin Xuan slowly raised his hand, swinging the Red Flame Greatsword lightly without even invoking Spiritual Power.

“Ha-ha, that’s all you’ve got, and you dare to talk big!” The group of troublemaking Disciples laughed arrogantly.

On the side, Luo Qingshan frowned with concern.

Although he knew Lin Xuan’s swordsmanship was exceptional, facing a Ninth Rank of Pulse Condensation Martial Artist without using Spiritual Power seemed a bit too arrogant.

Lin Xuan remained expressionless, continuing to swing his Longsword slowly.

However, to the Disciple who was sneaking the attack, the motion looked entirely different.

What he saw behind Lin Xuan was a Heavenly Sword, ethereal and indistinct, with an aura that felt like the weight of the Ten Thousand Mountains, capable of crushing a person with just a breath of its presence.

“What is that?

How can there be such a phantom!” The attacking Disciple was shaken and felt a distinct resistance.

As Lin Xuan’s Longsword descended, the pressure intensified, finally erupting.

Spurt!

Mid-air, a figure spewed blood and retreated, in a most disheveled state.

The group of troublemaking Disciples was shocked to see this scene, their jaws almost hitting the ground.

“What happened?

What’s going on, how did you get injured?” They rushed over, asking questions noisily, not having seen clearly the mystery of Lin Xuan’s sword strike.

Luo Qingshan gave a wry smile nearby; he had underestimated his junior brother.

The Disciple who had been struck and spat blood was pale, unable to utter a word.

He had a grievance that couldn’t be voiced; could he admit that he saw a sword larger than a mountain behind Lin Xuan?

Everyone would likely look at him as if he were an idiot.

Lin Xuan stood with his sword, the sensation just now was too extraordinary.

From his recent enlightenment to the sword attack imbued with Sword Force, it all related to his constant contemplation of the Sword Intent Seed, and he felt he had made progress in fusing with the Sword Intent Seed.

“He must have used sorcery just now, brothers, take him down and let the sect interrogate him!” The group of troublesome youngsters spoke.

Swoosh!

Swoosh!

Swoosh!

Five or six figures soared into the sky, rushing towards Lin Xuan with fierce moves, their various glows enveloping Lin Xuan from all directions.

“Wind Roll Cloud!”

Lin Xuan, with a grave expression, drew the Greatsword from the ground and struck horizontally.

From the tip of the sword, a green cyclone over a zhang tall howled out, growing larger as it hit the ground and quickly split into three, racing toward the soaring Disciples.

Whoosh!

Whoosh!

The surfaces of these green cyclones sparkled with a cold gleam of Wind Blades, sweeping through.

“Ah!” Cries of agony arose.

All five Disciples mid-air were repelled by the cyclones, three of them even pierced by the Wind Blades.

With one strike, Lin Xuan repelled five people, including a Ninth-stage Martial Artist.

His performance could no longer be described as stunning—it was utterly diabolical.

The group of troublemaking Disciples all looked at him warily, their eyes filled with hatred, but even more so with fear.

At this moment, a Disciple who had stood far off without taking action spoke, “You are Lin Xuan.”

Lin Xuan looked up to find two longswords above the right chest of the man, clashing with each other.

“Law Enforcement Team?” Lin Xuan frowned.

“The sect has agreed to your life-and-death duel with Zhang Qian.

In three days, on the Life and Death Arena, a decisive battle will be fought.” The Law Enforcement disciple finished speaking and extended an envelope in his hand.

Swoosh!

The thin envelope, at this moment, seemed even sharper than a knife or sword, cutting through the air and streaking toward Lin Xuan.

Lin Xuan’s palm flashed with golden lightning, crackling and forming a small light ball that enveloped the incoming envelope.

Hiss!

The sandalwood-colored envelope sliced through the outermost layer of golden thunder light and continued advancing with a cold aura.

However, more thunder surged out, and at about one-third of the way, the envelope stopped completely, laying quietly in Lin Xuan’s hand.

“Eh?” The Law Enforcement disciple let out a light gasp.

To outsiders, it seemed like he had casually flicked it, but he knew that this strike contained quite a bit of his Hidden Strength, which even a ninth-ranked Martial Artist of Pulse Condensation might not be able to catch.

“With cultivation at the seventh level of Pulse Condensation yet possessing the combat power of the eighth rank, no wonder you dare to compete with Zhang Qian,” murmured the Law Enforcement disciple.

Lin Xuan, holding the envelope, had a grave expression; the duel in three days was more than ten days earlier than he had anticipated.

“It seems I need to consolidate the newly comprehended Sword Intent,” Lin Xuan thought fearlessly.

If he could fully master the thread of Sword Intent he had recently grasped, his combat power would instantly double.

Not lingering at Sword Control Cliff, Lin Xuan returned to his residence.

The golden Sword Intent within him had grown larger than before, and the sword moves he now executed were nearly as powerful as those with small success sword energy, and this was still just the power of a thread of Sword Intent.

You should know that even the small success Sword Force was something very few disciples of Xuantian Sect could comprehend, as it was too ethereal and required extremely high perception.

Moreover, not everyone could, like Lin Xuan, have a Sword Intent Seed planted within them.

With a Sword Intent Seed, Lin Xuan just needed to slowly excavate and cultivate it.

Given enough time, as the Sword Intent Seed grew, the Sword Intent within it would naturally be comprehended by him.

He spent an entire day pondering over the Sword Intent Seed.

The next day, just as dawn broke, Ye Qing knocked on his door to inform Lin Xuan that Instructor Murong wanted to see him.

“Looking for me?” Lin Xuan was bewildered.

He got ready and left the house, but his mind kept guessing.

Seeing Murong Qianling, a trace of nervousness flickered in Lin Xuan’s heart.

“In two days, you will have a life-and-death duel with Zhang Qian.

How confident are you?” Murong Qianling’s voice was cool.

Lin Xuan was startled.

He hadn’t expected Murong Qianling to seek him out for this question.

After thinking, he replied, “If Zhang Qian is still at the ninth stage of Pulse Condensation Realm, I am sixty percent confident.”

“Sixty percent!” Murong Qianling’s eyes sparkled, “I want to know what you’re relying on?”

Seeing Lin Xuan’s confusion, she continued, “If you can’t convince me, I won’t let you go to your death!

After all, you’re somewhat my disciple too.”

Lin Xuan took a deep breath, feeling a hint of warmth in his heart, sensing that Instructor Murong was worried about him.

The Sword Intent Seed within him vibrated slightly, and Lin Xuan exuded an aura like a peerless treasure sword being unsheathed, too blinding to look directly at.

“Sword Force!” For the first time, Murong Qianling was moved.

Her red lips trembling, she exclaimed, “Small success Sword Force!”

Lin Xuan’s Sword Intent was not yet fully formed, and it appeared very similar to Sword Force, which matched his intentions.

He certainly did not want to expose his Sword Intent too early, after all, it was so profound that it might be incomprehensible for hundreds of years.

Murong Qianling recovered from her initial shock, staring at Lin Xuan, she slowly said, “Just having Sword Force is not enough!”