Xianwu world shuttle system

Chapter 76 Sword Intent
Chapter 88: Sword Intent
"Damn it!" An angry look appeared on the gangster's face. The feeling of being suppressed was really aggrieved. This kid is as desperate as he is. He doesn't care about his attacks and just stabs you in the vitals with a sword.

Even his half-step martial artist would never survive being stabbed in the vitals, and had to return to defense.

To be honest, Lin Qing didn't understand the profundity of Dugu Nine Swords. The system can only help Lin Qing improve his skill proficiency, but the reason behind it still needs to be understood by Lin Qing himself.

If it is said that Lin Qing can comprehend the last level of Dugu Qiubai, it can be said that... Lin Qing has comprehended the sword intent.

When the time comes, fighting over the next level will be as easy as eating and drinking.

Dugu Nine Swords Dacheng can indeed comprehend the sword intent, but this process still needs to be comprehended by Lin Qing himself, and the system cannot help him.

"Vajra Fist!" The bandit leader was also annoyed by Lin Qing's suppression. After getting a sword on his shoulder, he broke Lin Qing's long steel sword with his palm, and punched Lin Qing.

"Vajra Palm!"

Lin Qing's pupils shrank, if he was hit by a punch, he would definitely die!
The zhenqi in the whole body circulated desperately, directly opened the last meridian, and reached the realm of the seventh heaven of warriors.

"Pfft!"

When fists and palms collided, Lin Qing was shocked and retreated again and again, a flush appeared on his face, and he couldn't help but spit out a mouthful of blood, which made his face look much better.

"Boy! Wasn't it fun to use the sword just now? Now the sword is gone! Let me see what you should do!" The bandit leader laughed loudly, throwing the long steel sword that was snapped off by him to both sides, with a playful expression on his face walked towards Lin Qing.

There was a trace of bitterness in the corner of Lin Qing's mouth, and he wiped away a trace of blood from the corner of his mouth, stood up with his hands on his chest, and looked at the bandits around him who were gradually returning to their cages, they might die here today.

It would be great if... if, his cultivation could be one step closer.

"Go to hell!" The bandit leader grinned grinningly, and punched Lin Qing.

Lin Qing's mind replayed the scenes of his and Lin Qing's acquaintance, and a trace of anger flashed in his eyes. He couldn't die here.

With his right foot stepping on the ground suddenly, the ground was heavily cracked by Lin Qing's vigorous stepping, and he retreated quickly, avoiding the punch from the bandit leader.

"Huh? You can still hide. That's right, boy, if you weren't from the Black Tiger Army, I really don't want to kill you." The bandit leader smiled and continued to catch up.

Lin Qing swallowed a healing elixir and dodged the long sword in one's hand.

"Shhhhh!"

With a strong will to survive, Lin Qing swung the long sword towards the bandit leader, moving with the sword, his whole body was like a flash of lightning, constantly flashing around the bandit leader, his sword was like waves, layer upon layer. Layers, layers upon layers, endless.

"Damn it!" The bandit leader really wanted to slap the bandit who provided Lin Qing with the sword to death.

Swish!

There was a sudden change in the sword's posture, and a sense of agility, elegance and freedom rushed out of the sword, making a chi-chi sound in the air.

Lin Qing was taken aback for a moment, he suddenly felt that the long sword had disappeared.

No, it wasn't gone, but the long sword seemed to be a part of his body, so he couldn't feel the long sword, as if what he was waving was no longer the long sword, but his own arm.

This feeling of being driven by an arm made Lin Qing very happy, but after a moment of surprise, the sword enveloped the bandit leader more tightly.

At this moment, the long sword in Lin Qing's hand seemed to come alive. With his swing, the sword energy exploded, and the surrounding air seemed to freeze.

"Slash!" Lin Qing summoned all his true energy and slashed out the sword.

The bandit leader's pupils shrank, and he stared at the long sword that was cut. His body couldn't help shaking, and he felt unable to move, as if he was squeezed by space.

Lin Qing's figure seemed to have disappeared in his eyes, only this bright sword was left in his eyes, a sword full of death breath.

"What kind of sword technique is this?" The bandit leader couldn't help shouting in his heart, he knew he couldn't go on like this, otherwise he would surely die.

Under the oppression of life and death, the bandit leader frantically circulated the true energy in his body, and the interrupted promotion started again.

The whole body exploded with true energy, and finally the governor's channel was opened, and the bandit leader directly stepped into the realm of a martial artist.

The zhenqi all over the body was released, and the shackles of the sword intent were released. The zhenqi was attached to the fist, and the fist met Lin Qing's long sword.

"Crack!"

The bandit leader's fist was opened with a huge opening, and blood sprayed out as if he didn't want money, and Lin Qing's long sword was directly broken by the bandit leader's punch.

"Hahaha! Boy! Thanks to you, otherwise I don't know when I will be able to break through to become a martial artist. In order to thank you, I will bury you generously." The bandit leader couldn't help laughing three times, even The huge wound on his hand couldn't stop his excitement.

"Ahem..." Lin Qing coughed twice, coughing up a puddle of blood, he hasn't lost yet!He still has a chance!

"Kill!" Lin Qing shouted violently, and slashed at the bandit leader with the broken sword. Lin Qing's sword intention finally broke out at this moment, and the vast artistic conception suddenly unfolded, sweeping in all directions like a wave. Come on.

The next moment, the bandits and the Black Tiger Army with knives and swords in their hands suddenly felt the sword in their hands tremble violently, as if they were about to let go, and they couldn't help but turn pale with fright.

In fact, they didn't get it wrong. Under the pull of a mysterious and unstoppable force, the swords in their hands all came out and flew towards the sky.

To be precise, they flew towards the top of Lin Qing's head, and following the direction of Lin Qing's broken sword, they shot at the bandit leader all at once.

Clang!Clang!
The sound of swords piercing through the air stopped everyone. The bandits and the Black Tiger Army were all stunned by this scene, and they all stood there dumbfounded, staring blankly into the distance. Lin Qing was carrying hundreds of swords and slashing at the bandit leader below.

"No! Impossible! This is the sword intent! You are just a warrior! How can you comprehend the sword intent!" The bandit leader exclaimed in shock.

"Cut!" Lin Qing swung down his broken sword fiercely, and hundreds of swords fell down one after another.

"No! No!" The bandit leader was terrified, turned around and wanted to escape.

A series of swords fell, piercing the bandit leader in the opposite direction, and hundreds of swords fell, the bandit leader was already dead and could not die anymore.

Lin Qing chopped off the head of the bandit leader with one knife, held it up high, and shouted: "The bandit leader is dead! Those who surrender will not be killed!"

"The head of the thief is dead! Those who descend will not be killed!"

The Hundred Black Tigers roared loudly, looking at Lin Qing, who was covered in blood and looked exhausted, full of reverence and admiration.

A sword-slashing martial artist, even a martial artist who has just stepped into the realm of a martial artist, is still a martial artist.

The bandits looked at each other and dropped their weapons one after another.

Lin Qing glanced at them and said coldly: "Go away!"

The bandits ran out one after another as if they had been granted amnesty.

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