Chapter 283

Han Jing despised Xie Wenting and other seven people: "a bunch of waste!"

His wrist shook.

The Wenchang sword in his hand erupted into an extremely sharp sword intention to cut off all seven people.

Li Xiake stepped forward and waved his big hand to dissolve the sword Qi.

Angrily said: "senior brother, they are all younger generation. You have won them. Why do you insult them and kill them all!"

Han Jing disdained: "those who dare to fight with me must die!"

"You are really possessed!" Li Xiake took out his wine fairy sword. "Those who want to move me should pass me first!"

"Please!" Han Jing sneered.

A thick Qi rose into the sky and turned into an overwhelming force.

The Wenchang sword in his hand shines for ten miles, and the sword Qi is vertical and horizontal for ten miles, showing the power of the sword saint!

As a golden dragon, wanqianxuan culture suddenly fell on Li Xiake with the idea of boundless sword.

"I'm afraid you can't!" the wine fairy sword in Li Xiake's hand is also full of sword Qi.

The sword light in the sky cleaved up against the golden dragon with the momentum of the falling Milky way in the nine days.

Boom!

The sword burst.

Li Xiake only felt a slight numbness in his wrist, and was forced back by Han Jing's sword Qi for ten steps.

Staring at Han Jing with trembling eyes, Li Xiake felt a little frightened in his heart.

"He is also a swordsman. His swordsmanship is three points stronger than mine. He is worthy of the talent of demons!"

Xie Wenting and others also saw this.

The seven couldn't help worrying that their ancestors were not Han Jing's opponents.

Han Jing showed a mocking look:

"Younger martial brother, your Kendo cultivation is not as good as me. Why bother to compete with me?"

"Show me your real skills! Let me see how strong the combination of text and sword is!"

See yourself down.

Li Xiake gritted his teeth, took out the wine pot and drank all the wine in it.

Then, holding the wine fairy sword, he staggered forward with drunken steps.

"If wine is not drunk, everyone will be drunk, and if flowers are not charming, people will be fascinated!"

As he read these two poems.

Boom! With a sound, a mighty righteousness that destroyed the sky and the earth burst out from the wine fairy sword.

Han Jing could not help but brighten her eyes and showed some greedy color: "by the way, the combination of text and sword is this taste!"

"Tiandao Shuhuang sword!"

At this time, Li Xiake laughed wildly, and millions of words lingered around him.

The wine fairy sword in your hand is a combination of righteous Qi and sword Qi.

With the power of splitting the sky, he turned into a colorful sword rainbow and split at Han Jing.

"Good, good!"

Han Jing burst out laughing, and her whole body was full of sword Qi.

Wenchang sword instantly turned into a golden dragon with countless mysterious characters, and chopped at Li Xiake with the power of tearing the world.

Xie Wenting and other seven people couldn't help shrinking their pupils at this time. What a strong sword!

Boom!!!

In the exploding sword light.

Han Jing's Wenchang sword rushed away from the sky and hit Li Xiake's left shoulder.

"Ah ~"

After Li Xiake's scream, the blood gushed on his left shoulder, and the whole man suddenly retreated for thousands of feet.

Wait until the sword light dissipates.

Xie Wenting and them were frightened to see that a huge sword hole had been pierced in Li Xiake's left shoulder.

"It's over. The grandmaster has lost. Today we will be washed with blood!"

"Damn it! How could there be such an evil sword saint in the world!"

The seven people felt inexplicable grief and anger. At the same time, they were frightened by Han Jing's boundless power.

And Li Xiake showed the color of incomparable despair.

Too strong!

It's so strong!!

Han Jing's Kendo talent really surpasses him too much!

Even if he has realized the sixth weight of the "ten square calligraphy and sword formula" taught by "Taibai Sword Fairy" to himself, he still can't compete with Han Jing.

It is conceivable that if Han Jing gets the "ten party calligraphy and sword formula", he will definitely sweep the Canglong mainland for an era!

Boom!

At this time, Han Jing flashed, came to Li Xiake and kicked him to the ground.

Then he put his Wenchang sword on Li Xiake's forehead.

"Will you hand over the jade slips of merit transmission?"

Li Xiake clenched his teeth and wanted to crack his canthus: "I'll never give it to you!"

"Then you can die!" Han Jing was furious.

He knew that Li Xiake would hide such precious skills in a very secret place.

Since forced interrogation failed, he had to kill and then search slowly.

Li Xiake suddenly closed his eyes.

Not only was his left shoulder pierced just now, but most of his meridians and bones were shattered by Han Jing's sword Qi.

Now he is a lamb to be slaughtered and has no power to resist.

"Want to die? It's not that easy!"

Han Jing suddenly showed a sly smile: "I suddenly thought that even if you don't care about your life, you must care about the black-and-white school you founded!"

"If I hit your black-and-white school palace with a sword, can you not give me the jade slips of merit transmission?"

Li Xiake was so angry that he vomited blood: "bastard! You are not allowed to shoot innocent people!"

At present, it is the 30000 year celebration of the black and white school palace.

Literati and Taoists from all over the world gathered here.

If Han Jing attacks the black and white school palace, his sword Qi doesn't know how many innocent lives to wash with blood.

Han Jing saw Li Xiake's face full of fear and couldn't help smiling proudly:

"Sure enough, you are afraid!"

"Then I'll chop it out with a sword until you hand over the jade slips of skill transmission!"

With that, he stepped forward.

Wenchang sword roared like a dragon and shot a light to cover the sky and fell on the black-and-white school Palace at the foot of the mountain.

"No!"

When Li Xiake, Xie Wenting and others saw this, their hearts shrank one after another, and a strong sense of despair poured into their hearts.

In the reception hall of black and white school palace.

Lin Xuan felt a fierce sword coming down from the sky, right above the reception hall, and couldn't help frowning.

He turned into a streamer and flew out of the reception hall, suspended in the air.

He saw a sword rainbow crossing hundreds of miles and falling down.

"What a powerful sword. Do you want to cut the whole black-and-white school palace in half?"

Lin Xuan sneered: "it's a pity that you have provoked the wrong person!"

He gently raised his hand and grasped the sword Qi in his hand.

A little force, boom! With a sound of, the hundred mile sword light was crushed in an instant.

Then he rushed to the hall of the black and white school palace like lightning.

At this time, in the hall.

Seeing that Lin Xuan caught Han Jing's hundred Li sword Qi with his bare hands, he pinched the sword Qi to pieces.

Not only Li Xiake, Xie Wenting and others, but also Han Jing himself was shocked.

"God, that young man in white can grasp the sword Qi of a sword saint with his bare hands!"

"Terrible! It's terrible! I never thought there would be such a shocking person in the world!"

There is infinite fear in everyone's eyes.

In the blink of an eye, Lin Xuan had come to the hall.

One step into the hall, the whole hall was immersed in a huge pressure.

Everyone was terrified at this moment and didn't dare to look at Lin Xuan.

However, Xie Wenting immediately issued a exclamation: "it was Emperor Fu coming!"

Ma Xinchang, Zhao Qingping and others also changed their faces. They quickly climbed up and saluted Lin Xuan: "see the saint of literature!"

They had also participated in the literary forum of jiutianxianyu before, and naturally had a fresh memory of Lin Xuan.

Just now, because he was seriously injured, he was unable to confirm Lin Xuan's identity hundreds of miles away.

Now Lin Xuan is right in front of them. They immediately recognize that it is the current literary saint and beixuan emperor who crushed the sword Qi with his bare hands!