Force was born from Essence Qi, using a martial artist's physique as the foundation. The stronger the physique, the more Essence Qi, the stronger the Force that could be nurtured.
The Pure Yang Limitless Art had reached the fourth stage, and he was at Xiantian eighth stage. He tempered his body with pure Yang true qi day and night, and he also cultivated the Sword Drawing Art to nurture his essence, qi, and spirit.
therefore
Lin Xuan's physique far surpassed ordinary Xiantian eighth level martial artists, which also meant that he could condense force more easily.
After personally experiencing the two powerful sword qi in his mind, his mind was immersed in it.
What kind of terrifying sword qi was that?
One Sword Strike
Qi movement
The pressure is like the tide
The sword qi was invincible and slashed through everything.
This is the momentum of the sword drawing technique
As time passed, an inexplicable power suddenly burst out from his body. A fierce wind and snowstorm surged into the pavilion and lingered around it.
The bright bonfire swayed in the wind and snow, sometimes bright and sometimes dark, as if it would be extinguished at any time.
However, it was exceptionally tenacious. It was even drowned by the wind and snow. The flames stuck to the ground. When the wind and snow subsided a little, they rose again.
The power that lingered around Lin Xuan slowly increased. It was invisible and colorless, but it really existed.
More and more snow poured into the pavilion. It was a vast expanse of white, and the wind whistled and spread in all directions.
The towering ancient trees and the withered grass of the bamboo forest trembled in the wind and snow. The snow on the treetops fell off with a swoosh. Before it landed on the ground, it was swept up by the wind and snow and danced.
In the end, the area around the foot of the mountain, with the pavilion as the center, was enveloped in a blizzard.
The dense snowflakes overlapped and hit the trees, bamboos, and rocks, leaving shallow marks.
The wind and snow were in chaos as they soared into the sky. They transformed into a snow beast as if it wanted to prop up the world.
in the pavilion
Lin Xuan was completely unaware of the commotion he had caused. At this moment, the two extremely domineering and sharp sword lights were constantly replaying in his mind.
His essence energy burst forth, and his blood boiled. Pure Yang Genuine Qi shuttled through his meridians, like a mountain torrent rushing through the valley.
Everything happened naturally. His Qi and blood surged, and his bones and muscles rang together.
"Boom!"
The void trembled, and the wind and snow shattered. A powerful aura erupted from his body.
He soared into the sky and swept in all directions. His body shook, and his Daoist robe fluttered. Bathed in this aura, Lin Xuan did not wake up.
On Wudang Mountain
In the True Martial Hall.
Wang Zhonglou, the Supreme Headmaster of Wudang Sect, who was playing chess with the crippled Prince of Beiliang, suddenly stiffened.
The hand hanging on the chessboard held the chess piece, but it could not land.
"Old Master Wang, hurry up."
Xu Rentu urged,"If you can't beat me, just say it. Why drag it out?"?”
"Haha."
The old Taoist priest laughed loudly. He tilted his head and looked outside the hall. His eyes were filled with joy.
"Old Daoist, what are you looking at?"
Xu Rentu also turned his head to look. Unfortunately, with his cultivation, he could not sense the Qi force rising from the foot of the mountain. He could only see the raging wind and snow, and the vast expanse of whiteness.
"It's nothing."
Wang Zhonglou retracted his gaze and placed the chess piece in his hand down, completing the killing blow unexpectedly.
"Not really."
" You…" Xu Rentu glared at him." Old thing, you must have taken the opportunity to change my chess piece when I turned around just now."”
"No wonder those Confucians like to call you Barbarian.”
Wang Zhonglou said," You want to go back on your words even with me. You're the Prince of Beiliang. Do you still lack dozens of taels of silver?"”
The crippled man was not annoyed. It's better than being a fool. Today, your junior brother and disciple cheated a few thousand taels from my son, and you, the old Taoist priest, also shared the spoils.
It's not too much to say that he's willing to play a few games with me.”
"Petty."
Wang Zhonglou stroked his beard.”
"Old Master Wang, tell me, why were you so happy just now?”
Xu Rentu tidied up the chessboard and said,""Something that can make you happy is definitely not a small matter.”
"If you want to play chess, then play chess. Why are you talking about other things?”
Wang Zhonglou shook his head.
"Since you don't want to say it, then I'll get down to business.”
The crippled man played with a black chess piece. After a moment, he placed it on the chessboard and said,"I like that disciple of yours. Name a price and I'll take him to Northern Liang.”
"It's priceless."
Wang Zhonglou refused without hesitation.
"What is priceless in this world?"
"It's just that the price isn't high enough."
"You must be able to tell that Wei Xiong has taken a fancy to your disciple," said Xu Rentu.”
"100,000 gold taels, three divine weapons, and 2,000 martial arts manuals. I'll take them with me.”
Unfortunately, no matter what the Prince of Beiliang said, Wang Zhonglou refused to agree.
"Boring."
In the end, the crippled man could only give up.
"Just give up."
" Forget about these ordinary people," Wang Zhonglou said proudly." Even if you were to give me the title of Prince of Beiliang, I wouldn't trade it for it."”
"I'll ask him myself."
"If he wants to leave, you can't stay as his master, right?" the crippled man said.”
"Barbarian Xu, that disciple of mine is my life now. I'm still waiting for him to revitalize Wudang. Don't even think about it.”
Wang Zhonglou, the Wudang Sect Leader, was not happy.
"Petty."
The crippled man curled his lips.
at the foot of the mountain
The young Daoist sat cross-legged in the pavilion, and the aura that erupted from his body continued to rise.
Within a radius of 100 feet, it was enveloped by this aura.
About an hour later, Lin Xuan's aura no longer increased and began to slowly dissipate.
When the last bit of pressure dissipated, the world returned to silence and heavy snow fell.
in the pavilion
The young Taoist opened his eyes, and two soul-stirring lights burst out from his pupils. They traveled thirty feet and hit a piece of bluestone before dissipating.
"Is this Shi?"
Lin Xuan chuckled, and the corners of his mouth curled up. His mind was unprecedentedly clear. He only needed a thought to trigger the sword aura and erupt with a powerful aura.
at this point
Mastery of Sword Drawing Technique
Condensing Sword Force
The wind and snow were still the same, but without the guidance of the qi, it was no longer as violent as before.
"I'm afraid no one below the Vajra Realm can block my sword.”
Lin Xuan was confident.
As for experts above the Vajra Realm, he had never fought them before. However, Grandmasters all had unfathomable power.
His strength far exceeded the Xiantian realm. Even a Xiantian ninth stage master could not be compared to a true master. The two were completely different.
"Wudang has indeed produced an extraordinary genius.”
A muffled sound came from afar.
"Who is it?"
Lin Xuan's expression was solemn as he looked in the direction of the voice.
Under the vast night sky, someone walked over on the snow. Each step was more than ten feet. His body was wrapped in a loose black robe, and even his head was covered by a hat, making it impossible to see clearly.
The young Taoist priest walked out of the pavilion with a long sword in his arms. He narrowed his eyes and looked at the black-robed man.
"Who are you?"
Lin Xuan asked in a low voice.
"Why did you barge into Wudang Sect at night?"
"I'm here to see an old friend."
the black-robed man said.
"Who is it?"
"Xu Rentu."
The black-robed man raised his head. His gaze was extremely cold, and in an instant, killing intent erupted.
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