Text Chapter 233 The Artistic Conception of Wind

"It's useless, no one can find me!"

The voice of the young man in black robes sounded all around, so ethereal that it was impossible to find where he really was. ·

"You can try it!" Lin Xuan sneered at the corner of his mouth.

"Since you want to die, then I will help you!" The young man in black robe said in a cold voice.

As soon as the words fell, the air on Lin Xuan's left side was suddenly torn apart, and the black sickle cut down mercilessly.

call out!

A flash of sword light flashed, stabbing the blade accurately, and the terrifying force directly caused the blade to deviate from the direction.

boom!

The black sickle struck the ground, creating a crack, and countless gravel rolled to both sides.

The hard black ground was finally broken at this moment.

After succeeding with the sword, Lin Xuan's eyes became sharp, and the Autumn Mark Sword in his hand stabbed out again, as fast as lightning.

At this time, the body of the young man in black robe had already disappeared.

"One sword from the Wind Emperor!"

Lin Xuan used the Feng Emperor's sword to its extreme. The sword became transparent and seemed to disappear, leaving only the hilt exposed.

This scene was extremely strange, as if the sword had been broken in half.

However, a smile appeared on Lin Xuan's lips.

puff! when!

A low voice sounded from the air, and then, a figure emerged.

"What? He actually hit it!"

The people around looked at the embarrassed young man in black robes, their faces extremely shocked.

"Impossible, how did he find out!" the disciples of the Shadow Palace screamed.

Even some elders frowned.

"He is blinded, he must be blinded!"

The look of shock on the black-robed young man's face did not fade away. Like those disciples, he believed that Lin Xuan's sword was concealed.

He understood a hint of the artistic conception of the wind, and could blend into the wind. Most people would not be able to detect it, let alone hit him!

Thinking of this, the young man in black robe calmed down.

With a flicker of his body, he disappeared again.

Whoosh!

A tens of meters long black sword flashed through the air, but the body of the man in black robe never appeared.

call out!

The dazzling sword light lit up, like a cold light, illuminating half of the arena.

Bang!

The body of the man in black robe was shaken out again, and he staggered back seven or eight steps before stopping.

"This is impossible!" He finally lost his composure.

Lin Xuan did not respond, but quickly attacked.

The power of wind and thunder surged, and Lin Xuan's speed reached the extreme.

If a careful person can notice, Lin Xuan's body begins to become looming, and sometimes he can't even feel it.

Thunder and lightning surged, the wind roared, wind and thunder merged, and the terrifying sword energy tore through the sky.

With one thrust of the sword, all the air within ten meters was sucked out.

when!

The young man in black robe held a two-meter-long black sickle, which formed a semicircle in the air and blocked Lin Xuan's sword light.

But, the next moment.

Lin Xuan has already come to his side.

The left fist shot out suddenly like a dragon.

Thunder and lightning struck the black sickle instantly, and the terrifying force caused the man in black robe to fall back more than ten meters.

"One sword from the Wind Emperor!"

The sword light disappeared, and when it reappeared, it had stabbed the man in black robe in front of him.

Stab!

The black robe was torn open, and a half-meter-long sword mark appeared on Wuying's body.

Fortunately, he had black energy to protect his body, so the sword did not hurt him.

However, the embarrassed look made him even more angry.

"If you dare to make me look embarrassed, you will die without mercy!"

Wuying tore open the black robe on his body, revealing a suit of black armor.

As if a warrior walked out of hell, Wuying's body was filled with black energy, carrying a gloomy aura.

"Death Scythe!"

Wuying shouted, and the black sickle formed a terrifying offensive. The sharp blade caused terrifying cracks to appear on the entire ground.

The black wind blade wrapped around Lin Xuan and could tear him apart with just one touch.

This kind of attack would probably be impossible for a warrior at the seventh level of the Spiritual Sea to withstand.

"Lightning storm!"

Lin Xuan activated his spiritual power, and a terrifying scene formed within dozens of meters around him.

There were strong winds and thunder, and the wind roared like a thunderstorm.

The two forces collided, sending out violent energy fluctuations, and violent air waves swept across all directions.

call!

The overflowing energy quickly spread to the edge of the ring, and everyone felt their chests were tight and unable to resist it.

Buzz!

The black arena glowed, forming a translucent light curtain at the edge, blocking the storm on the arena.

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief and looked at the field again.

The two-meter-long black sickle formed a terrifying wind blade attack in front of Wuying.

At the same time, he also drew black runes with one hand, forming a black light rain and attacking Lin Xuan.

Lin Xuan slowly raised the Qiuhen Sword above his head, and the aura on his body became increasingly fierce.

Like a divine sword being unsheathed, monstrous sword intent surged out, followed by a dragon roar.

Behind him, a ferocious dragon head loomed.

The sword energy roared, tearing apart the air above, and the terrifying sword intent swept across all directions.

At this moment, people in the entire valley were looking this way, their eyes filled with shock.

"Sword Intent!"

"This is the sword's intention!"

Everyone was stunned, and the elders of the Shadow Kingdom had extremely gloomy expressions.

"Sword intent is one of the most terrifying means of attack!"

Lin Xuan's momentum at this moment has climbed to an indescribable height. I am afraid that no one in the spirit-melting realm can resist.

"Sword Intent, what a terrifying Sword Intent!"

Liu Qing, Ding Zhe and other disciples who were originally unconvinced all fell into sluggishness.

In the distance, Zi Ye, Yu Fei and other peerless geniuses also showed solemn expressions.

"Dance of Death!"

Wuying looked at the figure in front, his body trembling slightly.

He held the black scythe hard, and the spiritual power in his body was running wildly.

Dozens of black edges appeared on his body surface, forming a sharp blade together with the black sickle.

call! call!

The sickle turns, carrying the breath of death, like the dancing of the dead in the night.

As the most outstanding disciple of the Shadow Palace, Wuying exerted all his strength at this moment.

Lin Xuan was as still as a rock, and he felt the danger of death.

However, this did not shake his confidence.

"Wind and Thunder Slash!"

The Qiuhen Sword fell suddenly, carrying the great dragon sword intent, and slashed down like a heavenly sword.

Air waves flew upside down on both sides, forming a fifty-meter vacuum zone in the center, and the terrifying sword light instantly submerged the front.

Wuying also danced with a black scythe, turning into a huge scythe shadow and slashing upwards.

Most of the arena was flashing with light, and no one could see clearly, let alone reveal their soul power.

The sword intention is extremely powerful, claiming to be able to cut through nothingness, not to mention the soul power!

At the edge of the arena, translucent light rippled, like bubbles, as if they could burst at any time.

Everyone subconsciously stepped back three meters and looked nervously at the ring.

After a long time, the sword light disappeared and the arena became clear again.

Everyone looked at it impatiently and suddenly took a breath of air.

A terrifying sword mark appeared on the extremely hard ground, which was more than thirty meters long.

In the crack, there is a figure that is crumbling