Sword Demon Shinto

Chapter 149
"Who is Lin Xuan? Come out and fight with me!"

A black-clothed swordsman shouted outside Batian Palace, followed by a large group of menacing people.

"Lin Xuan, you must be a genius to be able to get the spot for the Eight Schools of Martial Arts. Are you afraid of even a mere challenge?"

"Come out and fight with me, you belong to Lord Batian, as long as you hand over your quota, I can spare your life!"

"Lin Xuan! Come out and fight!"

The palace door opened, and a layman in Tsing Yi came out, with a cold expression, slightly bowing his hands at a group of people.

"Master, please. Anyone who wants to challenge can enter Batian Palace and fight my master in Dahan Hall."

Everyone's expression was concentrated, slightly stunned, a little hesitant, Ting Yu looked at it lightly, with a hint of sarcasm at the corner of his mouth.

"If you dare not enter Batian Palace, please leave quickly. Batian Palace does not welcome you. If you want to fight, my master is willing to accompany you. But if you provoke, Batian Palace will not tolerate it!"

A group of people frowned slightly, and the black-clothed swordsman stepped out, stepped over Tingyu, and walked into the hall.

"Since this is the case, I will count myself as one of the eight sect martial artists. I want to see what kind of skills I have."

"And me, a boy from all over the world, unexpectedly got a place in the Eight Schools of Martial Arts, and I, Gao Jian, was the first to refuse."

"Let's go together and see who this Lin Xuan is."

"it is good!"

A group of people entered the Batian Palace in a mighty way, directly kicked the gate of the Dahan Hall, and faced two tokens. The group of people were shocked. The one on the left was naturally the place they were fighting for for the eight sects of martial arts, and the one on the right made them The card, dark black, with a faint "Xuan" character, is actually a demon token!
"He actually has a Demon Token in his hand. How could a human race get the Demon Token personally bestowed by Master Xuanfeng?"

"What kind of identity does he have, to be able to obtain the qualifications of the Eight Schools of Martial Arts with the cultivation base of the four realms of the sky?"

"Regardless of his status, Yaomo Mountain has always adhered to the rule that the strong are respected. He doesn't have the strength to participate in the Eight Schools of Martial Arts, so why take the quota. If he doesn't hand over the quota today, I will kill him!"

"That's right! A piece of trash wants to participate in the Eight Schools of Martial Arts, even if there is a demon order, so what, I just refuse to accept it!"

"Lin Xuan, come out!"

A group of people shouted, looking at the Demon Token, they dared not break in, they said they were disdainful, but actually they were still a little bit afraid, the Demon Token, Lord Xuanfeng personally bestowed it, it was the co-lord of the demon clan, who would dare not respect it?
"I'm not qualified, so who is qualified? I'm trash, so aren't you even worse than trash?"

Lin Xuan walked out slowly, holding a sword, and looked at the group of people in the courtyard indifferently. There was no wave on his face, and his face was full of calm. He had cultivated his mind to such a level, even if Mount Tai collapsed in front of him, he would not change his color.

"Sure enough, it is in the four realms of the sky. With such strength, how can it represent Yaomo Mountain?"

"Relying on the relationship with Lord Batian, it is really shameful to forcefully obtain the place for the eight sects of martial arts!"

"He must hand over his quota today!"

……

A group of people roared, full of anger, menacing, as if they wanted to tear Lin Xuansheng alive, Lin Xuan just looked on calmly, like an outsider.

a long time!

"Have you finished?" Lin Xuan said lightly, raised the sword in his hand, and pointed at the group of people in front of him.

"Let's fight over there, who will come first?"

Everyone was stunned, the scene fell silent, and then a middle-aged man walked out, carrying a big axe, full of evil spirits.

"My name is Simba, the demon servant of Nu Niu Peak. I'm here only to fight you, to see if you are eligible for the spot?"

"war!"

Lin Xuan spat out a single word without any muddling, and slashed at Simba with a sword all over his body.

"Tread the wind!"

Flying up in the air, he swung his sword, followed by the strong wind. Simba frowned, and without the axe, he directly pinched the Heixuan sword. A smile appeared on Lin Xuan's mouth, and the light of the sword changed suddenly.

"Tread the wind and cut the waves!"

The sword light swept in, just a sword, but like a wave, one wave after another, one weight after another, Simba's face changed slightly, and he was about to pull out the ax, but he was still a step too late, and was swept away by Lin Xuan.

"You are defeated."

Body teleported, Lin Xuan landed beside Simba, the sword pointed at Simba's throat, with a calm expression on his face.

"I don't accept it, you lied to me, I didn't do my best." Simba said angrily, Lin Xuan just shook his head.

"In the battle of life and death, you have no chance to regret it. Today, you have died by my sword. If you refuse to accept it, come back tomorrow."

"Okay, then tomorrow, I will definitely defeat you, you just wait for me, next time I will not hold back."

Lin Xuan smiled faintly, watched Simba leave, turned his head, looked at the group of people in the courtyard, and frowned, Simba was only in the five realms of the sky, one realm higher than Lin Xuan, because he underestimated Lin Xuan, did not make him He tried his best, so he was easily defeated by Lin Xuan, but the people in front of him were different.

The fifth realm of Liantian is only a small part, most of them are the sixth realm of Liantian, and the black-clothed swordsman in the front is even the seventh realm of Liantian. Lin Xuan's cultivation base is too low, and he is by no means an opponent of the black-clothed swordsman, but Lin Xuan still has nothing to do. Fear, protected by a demon order, no one dares to touch him.

"Next!"

Looking at the group of people in front of him, Lin Xuan said lightly, holding a sword in his hand, as if he was integrated with the sword.

"I'm here to fight you!"

Another person walked out, reaching six realms of the sky, holding a mace, staring at Lin Xuan with a ferocious expression.

"I am two realms higher than you. You have no chance to defeat me. I will give you a chance and hand over your quota. I will let you go."

"Let me go?" Lin Xuan was taken aback, then laughed.

"Haha, brother, do you know the token of the temple? I am the holder of the Demon Token. Who dares to kill me? Besides, you are only a six-level man. How can you let me go?"

"You don't eat a toast, you don't eat a fine wine, so you can only offend me, you have to be careful when I get this stick."

"A bunch of nonsense, grinding and chattering, it's annoying to my ears, I don't have time to listen to your nonsense, watch the sword!"

Lin Xuan took the initiative to attack, stepped on his foot, set off a gust of wind, and directly cut through the wind and waves with the strongest sword.

"Small skills, in the face of absolute power, everything is futile, Lin Xuan, you admit defeat!"

The mace fell, and the air was torn apart. The black sword was thrown out together with Lin Xuan, hit the doorpost beside it, and fell to the ground, with a smear of blood spilling from his mouth. With such a blow, Lin Xuan had no The power of resistance.

"You are so weak that you can't even compare to me. How can you get the spot for the eight sect martial arts? You should hand it over to avoid traumatic injuries. I, Qinghu, am a reasonable person. As long as you hand over... "

"Give you paralysis, take my sword!"

Lin Xuan shot up from the ground, and then he slashed out with another sword, followed by another slash, one after another, like a wave, he slashed out more than 100 swords, Qinghu just smiled contemptuously, and the mace fell down .

"Collapse the mountain!"

Just like a landslide, a terrifying force struck, Lin Xuan's sword came out of his hand, Lin Xuan was directly thrown into the air, spit out a mouthful of blood in mid-air, and fell to the ground, leaving a deep hole.

"It's too weak to be vulnerable!"

Qinghu shook his head, and said lightly, a group of people in the courtyard shook their heads, and really couldn't figure out how the place to represent Yaomoshan would be handed over to such a waste.

(End of this chapter)