Chapter 18 Sword Fairy

"How can it be•••••••••••••••"

Looking at the tearing of his sleeves, Jiansheng was already shocked and only muttered that he didn't believe it.

Everyone outside the court was also surprised. Kensei was actually defeated in a fight with Lin Changkong.

On that day, Zhan Zhengming also told everyone about some of the deeds of Kensei.

The skills practiced by the sword saint can be said to be comparable to the immortal sword school, which is the same as the previous Shushan sword school.

And the swordsman became famous in the world of cultivation a hundred years ago. Now I'm afraid he has become an extraordinary saint, and even Zhan Zhengming may not be able to surpass him.

Li Xiaohe also knows that Zhan Zhengming is definitely one of the elders with the highest cultivation in the Qionghua School, at least it is the last in the Three Qing Dynasty and the cultivation in the middle of the Qing Dynasty.

Li Xiaohe was stunned and beyond words that his swordsman's cultivation was so high that he was so embarrassed by Lin Changkong's blow.

"This Lin Changkong is so powerful." At this time, Ning Kun beside him also exclaimed.

Chang Fan also muttered, "With such a swordsmanship, I'm afraid that only one person in the world can match it."

"Hmm?" Li Xiaohe was puzzled when he heard this. Chang Fan actually said that there were still people like Lin Changkong in kendo.

"I have already said that the rats are young, and I, Lin Changkong, have never paid attention to it, and my fairy swordsman is even more fearless."

At this time, Lin Changkong roared up to the sky, and his figure kept rising and slowly rising into the sky.

His white hair was like winter snow in the wind, and the long sword in his hand gradually gave birth to white light in the golden bath.

Li Xiaohe couldn't help but think of all kinds of sword fairy legends he heard in Shu. The legendary peerless sword fairies are not all the brilliance of Lin Changkong now.

"You•••••" Looking at the long sky of the forest that had risen in the air, Jiansheng raised his head and didn't know what to say for a moment.

"Hmm." Lin Changkong stood in the air and stabilized his body, hummed coldly like thunder, and then said in a low voice, "What else are you still doing? Let me see what else can you can do as a sword saint."

"Hmm." Hearing this, the swordsman's mood gradually calmed down. He waved the sword in his hand, his white robe fluttered, his eyes showed fierce light, his body was vertical, and he hurried up.

When his body was half tall, the sword in the sword saint's hand had been dragged out of a hundred-foot-long sword spirit white light. When it was almost at the foot of Lin Changkong, the sword spirit had shattered the large golden light that enveloped the immortal sword school.

"Come to the east, draw your sword and kill the sky."

I only heard the sword saint shouting loudly. At this time, he was at the foot of Lin Changkong and suddenly pulled out the sword in his hand.

"buzz••••••"

There is a sound of swords between heaven and earth, rising and overlapping.

The Tianming sword waved from the sword saint's hand and cut straight to the forest Changkong above, bringing a dazzling white light of hundreds of feet. There was also a sword-shaped sharpness rising out of thin air. It gathered from the east, which turned out to be a purple light, and it also attacked Lin Changkong.

The jade slab on the Jianping Square below burst, and the gravel sank up, covering the sky and the earth.

At the beginning, neither of them tried their best in the first battle. At this time, the sword saint had mobilized his cultivation, and the sword spirit was stirred. When a sword came out, he saw that the name of "the sword saint" was also true.

Purple gas came from the east, drew the sword and cut the sky. The purple sword spirit brushed down from the sky, and pieces of white light hit from the feet, surrounded by murderous atmosphere, as if to roll the forest Changkong into meat foam.

At this time, Lin Changkong was surrounded by the sword spirit of the sword saint, and there was no way to retreat.

But Lin Changkong was still indifferent and only said lightly, "Good luck."

The swordsman below was shocked when he heard this, but the magic sword in his hand did not stop at all and still went straight to Lin Changkong.

"The Wind Comes"

Then he heard Lin Changkong shout.

Hurricanes rise frequently over nine days.

The purple gas attracted by Jianshengdong was cut off and smashed by the hurricane, leaving only a little purple light, like a star, and was swept away by the hurricane.

And the purple light that has hit Lin Changkong in front of him was also powdered and gradually dissipated between Lin Changkong's big sleeves.

"town"

Then Lin Changkong shouted again, like a muffled thunder.

I only saw him step down with one foot, like a ripple of water, swinging down from his foot.

The Jianping Square had burst and sank, and the rubble covering the earth sank down quickly between his steps.

And the sword in the sword saint's hand is even more difficult to swing half an inch, and only stops abruptly at the foot of Lin Changkong.

Sword Sheng saw this, but his eyes suddenly became fierce, and a blood arrow shot out of his mouth.

Originally pulled up by him, the Tianming Sword, which was difficult to enter with great force, was shocked at this time.

Lin Changkong stepped up, and the momentum that swinged down was also shocked, but it immediately dissipated without any shadow.

"Haha••••••"

Suddenly, the swordsman smiled, and the sword in his hand did not stop.

"sne"

Hundreds of feet of sword light brought a large area of dazzling white light, and instantly passed through Lin Changkong's body. Lin Changkong suddenly stopped moving and had no breath.

"hs•••••"

When the people below saw this, they took a deep breath, and the people of the fairy sword school were even more panicked and anxious.

"Gaga••••••"

Seeing that Lin Changkong was actually beheaded by this sword, the sword saint suddenly smiled strangely and his face was distorted.

And the sword spirit in his hand suddenly soared, and he came back to Lin Changkong again.

The sword passed by, and a sword light slowly opened in the sky like a folding fan.

At this time, Lin Changkong, who had already had no life, moved.

He only waved the long sword in his hand and greeted the hundreds of feet of sword light, but there was no trace of sword spirit.

If the sword spirit stirred out by the sword saint is like a divine sword, then the long sword in Lin Changkong's hand is not even a thin needle.

But when this thin needle touched the sword cut by the sword, it blocked the sword, and the sword was difficult to enter at all.

"Good••••••"

"The leader must win••••••"

The disciples of the Fairy Sword School below suddenly shouted and broke through the sky.

"hehe."

But no one heard it, but Lin Changkong in the sky at this moment had a sad smile.

Then his figure had retreated and pulled thousands of feet away from the sword saint in the air.

And the sword in his hand was already cut off at the moment of backwards.

The corners of his mouth also slowly went down, but his expression moved, and the blood stains on the corners of his mouth disappeared in an instant, but his face at this time was no longer as rosy as before, and it was a little white.

Kendo battles are often very dangerous and can be fatal with one move.

Just now, Jiansheng suddenly lost his blood, and his sword spirit soared. Lin Changkong didn't expect and received a sword.

I'm afraid that anyone present will die with that sword, but Lin Changkong seems to be nothing, which shows the strength of Lin Changkong.

In fact, he has been seriously injured, but in the current situation, he must not show any decadence.

There are few people who can see Lin Changkong's injury.

Even Zhan Zhengming can't be sure, but with a shock: "If this sword were me, I'm afraid that it will be smashed immediately. Master Lin is really good, and I don't know how he is at this time.

Naturally, the disciples of the Fairy Sword School below did not know that Lin Changkong was seriously injured and saw that the sword in Lin Changkong's hand was broken.

"brush••••••"

The sound of the sword coming out of the sheath was endless, and thousands of long swords actually broke through the air and went to the forest in an instant.

In a blink of an eye, thousands of long swords stood in the air at Lin Changkong's feet, and he heard the disciples of the Fairy Sword School below shouting in unison.

"Please change your sword."

The disciples of the Fairy Sword School are all hot at this moment, bowing slightly to Lin Changkong above.

This scene shocked the disciples of the immortal sect on the other side, and the disciples of the fairy sword school were so united.

"Ha••••••" and Lin Changkong just smiled happily and looked at the disciples of the immortal swords below, and his eyes were slightly polished.

Then he shouted, "The rat generation is small. I, Lin Changkong, am fearless. I have spare time to fight with my empty hands."

Then he saw Lin Changkong's big sleeve swinging, thousands of long swords under his feet, brushing straight down, and in a blink of an eye, he returned to the scabbard of each disciple.

"Fearless!"

The sword returned to its sheath again, and the disciples below also showed their eyes and shouted in unison.

"This cohesion is something that Qionghua does not have." Seeing this situation, Chang Fan sighed slightly.

Ning Kun also nodded slightly and said, "Xianjian School, unparalleled sincerity, we are ashamed."

However, Li Xiaohe tightened the sword in his hand and his face became complicated.

"Hmm! Even Li Changqing, the ancestor of your fairy sword, is not brave to compete with the divine sword. It's really too much.

As soon as Jiansheng saw that Lin Changkong wanted to fight with him empty-handed, he suddenly smiled. The sword in his hand turned over again and rushed to Lin Changkong.

"hehe." Lin Changkong smiled indifferently and only said, "The breeze is full of sleeves, and I dare to compete with heaven and earth."

Then he saw his hand sticking out from his cuff, his fingers together, and his fingertips were already cold and breathed.

In a blink of an eye, the sword spirit has become several feet, just like a divine sword between his two fingers.

At this time, Lin Changkong was a swordsman who came in a hurry again, but he turned his head and looked at the place where the Qionghua faction was below.

listened to Lin Changkong smile indifferently and said, "I happened to see the power of Qionghua's flying knife. I haven't forgotten it for a long time. I even tried my best to understand a set of sword tips and claim that it is 'killing immortals'. I don't know that there is a trace of power of killing immortals flying knives. Please take a closer look."

As soon as Lin Changkong's words came out, everyone on the scene was stunned, and the flying knife was praised as the first artifact in the world.

Although this treasure rarely appears in the world of cultivation, every time it appears, it is a time of great danger, and countless demons are destroyed.

Everyone knows that as soon as the immortals come out, even if you cultivate all the sky, there is no way to retreat. As soon as the knife gas strikes, the head is immediately separated, and there is no longer any life.

Lin Changkong actually wanted to imitate the power of killing immortals with his sword formula. At this moment, no one was shocked.

When Qionghua sent everyone to hear this, there was a lock between their eyebrows, their eyes shining, and they only looked closely at the forest Changkong in the sky.