Chapter 1864 Sword Intent

clang!

Gold and iron mingled, sparks burst out, Ling Xian did not retreat half a step, and the rusty sword in his hand was intact.

Looking at the big man in black, a trace of blood spilled from the corner of his mouth, and the black iron epee even cracked and almost disintegrated.

This scene shocked everyone present.

No one would have thought that a sword as heavy as a mountain would be broken by a rusted iron sword!

It's really amazing, it just subverts cognition!

"You are defeated, go down."

Ling Xian spoke lightly, making the black-clothed man come back to his senses, and said with difficulty, "I want to know why you can break my black iron epee with an iron sword."

"can not say."

Ling Xian smiled lightly. If he said it, few people dared to challenge him, and no one dared to challenge him. How could he be able to win a hundred consecutive victories?

"I remember you."

The black-clothed man gave Ling Xian a deep look, then turned to leave, and stayed no longer.

Not to mention the broken sword, but also being defeated by one move, this is quite a shame.

"I'll fight you."

A middle-aged man floated onto the stage, and after throwing 50,000 spirit stones to the old man, he immediately shot at Ling Xian.

His swordsmanship is not bad, and his swordsmanship is even more exquisite, which has lifted everyone's spirits, hoping that this person can defeat Ling Xian.

Unfortunately, he can't.

Ling Xian stabbed out with a sword, breaking the man's sword, and at the same time blasting the man directly to the stage.

After that, he kept repeating the process.

In less than a moment, he won the consecutive victory, and without exception, he was defeated by his sword, and his long sword was also broken.

This shocked everyone, and it was hard to believe that it was a rusted iron sword.

In addition to the shock, Ling Xian also aroused his competitive spirit.

A lot of people who didn't plan to fight,

They all took the stage one after another, trying to defeat Ling Xian.

It's a pity that, without exception, they all gave him a record.

No one can end Ling Xian, let alone break his iron sword, not even a single crack.

"Fifty straight wins, which is incredible."

"What kind of magic trick did he use, how could it be possible for a rusted iron sword to exert the power of the divine sword?"

"It's been fifty games, and his sword doesn't even have a crack at all. This is too evil."

"I don't believe it, no one can break his broken sword!"

Everyone opened their mouths one after another, and in addition to being horrified, their competitive spirit became stronger and stronger.

At this moment, they no longer want to end Ling Xian's winning streak, they just want to break his iron sword!

However, until the ninety-nine games, no one could break the iron sword.

It seems that this is the emperor of the sword, overlooking the world of swords!

"Cheating, definitely cheating!"

"Yes, how can a rusted iron sword break ninety-nine swords in a row?"

"He must have used some method and violated the rules!"

There was a lot of discussion, thinking that Ling Xian used some method that violated the rules, such as secretly urging mana.

Otherwise, how could a broken sword with rust break down ninety-nine swords in a row?

"Cheating?"

Ling Xian shook his head and laughed. If he wanted to cheat, it would be as simple as drinking water and eating.

He is a great master of the art of artifact, and he clearly understands the power of the original source that turns corruption into magic. With just a thought, he can upgrade the iron sword to several levels.

But he didn't do it, and he didn't use mana or physical power.

"He's not cheating. If I guessed correctly, this young master has realized the sword intent."

The old man in the ring suddenly opened his mouth, which made everyone startled, and then exclaimed.

"Sword Intent? Did I hear it right? Shopkeeper Li said he understood Sword Intent?"

"It's a lie, those who comprehend Sword Intent are all amazing people, and there may not be one among the millions of sword cultivators. How can they come here to fight?"

"Manager Li is an expert in this way, and he will definitely not read it wrong!"

Everyone sucked in a breath of cold air, and their gazes towards Ling Xian changed.

"Young master, you should have understood the sword intent of the wind. I wonder if the old man is right?"

The old man took a deep look at Ling Xian, a little more shocked and a little more respectful.

Those who comprehend Sword Intent are all amazing people, and they are also powerful people, so he naturally respects them.

"You can understand it in your heart, why say it?"

Ling Xian was helpless, the first swordsmanship of the Jiujian old man was, to put it bluntly, the Sword Intent of the Wind.

Therefore, he had already realized it, and the reason why he didn't say it was because he wanted to win a hundred games in a row and get the Sword Tempering Stone.

If it is said that he has comprehended the Sword Intent, those who dare to challenge must be those who understand the Sword Intent, and the Sword Intent is extremely difficult to comprehend, how could it be possible to gather a hundred people?

"Sure enough..."

The old man slowly spit out a mouthful of foul breath, unable to hide his shock.

The crowd was even more so.

At this moment, they finally understood why Ling Xian was able to use a rusted iron sword to break ninety-nine swords in a row and win ninety-nine sword repairs in a row.

The reason is the sword intent of the wind.

Wind not only represents speed, but also sharpness. As long as the sword intent of the wind is activated, even a leaf can be extremely sharp!

"It turned out to be the Sword Intent of the Wind, I was not wronged..."

The man in white, who was the first to be defeated by Ling Xian, smiled bitterly, with a little more relief and respect on his face.

"It's no wonder that you can break ninety-nine swords with an iron sword. It turns out that you have realized the sword intent of the wind, which combines speed and sharpness!"

"It turned out to be a strong man who understood the sword intent. He should go to the Fengjian Tower. Isn't this bullying?"

"Yeah, who understands the power of the sword, who can stop here?"

Everyone sighed, thinking that they actually wanted to break Ling Xian's sword, they felt ridiculous.

That is a strong person who has understood the sword intent. In the case of only comparing the sword, who can fight him except those who understand the sword intent?

"It seems that no one wants to challenge me."

Ling Xian sighed, then smiled, and said in a persuasive manner: "Think about it, I have fought ninety-nine consecutive battles, and I must be very tired, right? It may not be possible for me to defeat me."

"If you defeat me, it will be a kind of honor, and it will definitely be famous all over the world. Don't you want to give it a try?"

Ling Xian's smile was pure and harmless, and she tried her best to pretend to be very weak to confuse everyone.

"A fool will believe what you say."

The man in white smiled wryly, tired? weak?

Don't be kidding, Ling Xian defeated one person with one sword, even if he fought 99 consecutive games, he would not be tired at all.

It's too easy to win, who can be weak with a little water?

"Don't you just want to get the sword quenching stone? We won't let you do so."

The crowd laughed and laughed, no malice.

This made Ling Xian helpless, and then glared at the old man, the meaning is self-evident.

He was only one game away from getting the Sword Tempering Stone. If the old man hadn't said that he had the Sword Intent of the Wind, how could no one challenge him?

"Son..."

The old man was dumbfounded and said, "Well, anyway, you have the strength to win 100 games in a row, so I will treat you as if you have won 100 games in a row."

Hearing this, Ling Xian smiled and said, "Yes, bring it here."

"Give."

The old man waved his sleeves, and a silver-white stone appeared. It looked ordinary, but it actually contained a strange power that could temper the sword's edge.

"The quality is good, it is the top grade."

Ling Xian smiled with satisfaction, took the sword quenching stone in his pocket, and then he was about to leave.

"Sir, please wait a moment." The old man said.