Chapter 422 The Dao of Sword

Han Xu's ridicule finally angered Ling Chuan thoroughly, and also angered the other few people in the Quanzhen Seven.

Han Xu and many disciples of Taiyi Dao did not know Ling Chuan's strength.

In fact, before Yin Yulong joined the Quanzhen Dao, Ling Chuan was the chief disciple of the Quanzhen Dao, the first of the three generations of disciples, and he was also the direct disciple of Hao Hongyuan.

Before Yin Yulong, he was the best.

It's just that he was usually obsessed with swordsmanship and often retreated for a long time. Even in the Quanzhen Dao, there were not many people who had really seen him take action, let alone Taiyi Dao.

Moreover, after Yin Yulong joined the Quanzhen Dao, his brilliance quickly overshadowed Ling Chuan's, so even though Ling Chuan was one of the Quanzhen Seven, not many people knew his true strength.

But others did not know, but the Quanzhen Seven knew very well that Ling Chuan had a very high talent for swordsmanship, and he practiced hard. Among the three generations of disciples of the Quanzhen Dao, he was the strongest, except for Yin Yulong.

Therefore, even though they knew that Han Xu could easily defeat Zhao Quan, they did not think that Han Xu could defeat Ling Chuan, because Ling Chuan could also easily defeat Zhao Quan.

But now it seems that they still underestimated Han Xu's strength.

From the time the two of them started to now, Han Xu could always easily resolve Ling Chuan's offensive. What is even more incredible is that from the beginning to now, Han Xu has never moved a single step.

In other words, Han Xu saw through all of Ling Chuan's movements, and this was indeed the case. Under Han Xu's powerful consciousness, every move of Ling Chuan was extremely clear. Combined with the sword-breaking style of Dugu Jiujian, Han Xu could always anticipate the enemy's opportunities and attack its flaws.

Ling Chuan withdrew his sword and retreated, keeping a distance from Han Xu, and Han Xu let him do what he wanted.

Ling Chuan's momentum rose rapidly, and sword shadows appeared behind him. These sword shadows seemed to be floating like real swords, and the sword tips were all facing Han Xu.

"Middle-grade swordsmanship of destiny, the Ten Styles of Flying Dragon!" This was the information Han Xu saw from the system panel. Ling Chuan was only using the starting gesture, but even so, the ubiquitous sword energy had already left sword marks on the ground.

Unexpectedly, at this time, Han Xu thrust forward with a sword.

Following the direction pointed by his sword tip, a transparent airflow that was difficult to capture with the naked eye seemed to appear. It seemed to pose no threat, but the next moment, Ling Chuan seemed to be hit by some force, and he groaned, and the long sword in his hand actually fell out of his hand and fell to the ground.

Then, the sword energy he had just condensed dissipated all at once, and only set off a small storm that did not pose any threat, and then returned to calm.

No one else knew what happened, except Han Xu, and only Ling Chuan knew, and even he was not very clear.

When Han Xu thrust out the sword, Ling Chuan felt that Han Xu seemed to have transformed into the great way of swords between heaven and earth, and there was sword energy that he could control at will in all directions. Han Xu's posture of holding the long sword horizontally was like a sword god descending from the sky in his eyes.

Han Xu clearly did not make any other movements, but Ling Chuan felt the sword energy invading every pore of his body. There was no part of his body that was not painful, and he could not even hold the sword in his hand steadily.

He actually felt a sense of awe for the sword art, as if Han Xu in front of him had become the incarnation of the sword art.

"You lost, go down." Han Xu's voice brought Ling Chuan back to reality. Ling Chuan did not refuse to accept it. He knew that he was not Han Xu's opponent in the sword art. Even though Han Xu did not use the creation-level skills, he still won him.

"What kind of sword art was that just now?" Ling Chuan even forgot to pick up the magic sword that fell on the ground. He had never seen such an amazing sword. If he did not figure it out, it might become his inner demon.

Seeing his anxious look, Han Xu said honestly: "Don't think too much, it's just a casual sword, ordinary, ordinary."

After hearing this, Ling Chuan immediately spit out a mouthful of blood. He was not injured by the beating, but by anger.

Everyone thought Han Xu was humiliating him, but no one thought that what he said was actually the truth.

Han Xu did just stab with a sword, but he didn't finish. Although this sword didn't have any exquisite swordsmanship, Han Xu integrated a trace of sword Dao.

Ling Chuan's understanding of the sword Dao compared to this trace of sword Dao was like a toddler facing a giant.

But these disciples with a slightly lower realm couldn't see what happened at all. They only saw Ling Chuan pushing his tired body away from the Dao Battle Stage.

"Junior Brother Han won?"

"Ling Chuan lost?"

Even the elders and deacons of Taiyi Dao couldn't figure it out. Only Yan Liuyun and the powerful people of Quanzhen Dao who were in the realm of creation could see the clues.

Han Xu's sword contained a more powerful sword intention than Ling Chuan, which directly interrupted Ling Chuan's accumulation of momentum.

Using the skills of the realm of creation with the strength of the Saint Realm is already a huge consumption. After being interrupted in the middle, it is difficult to condense again.

Han Xu seized such a flaw, so that Ling Chuan could not use the Creation Technique in time and was defeated.

Han Xu ignored the discussions of others, and his eyes finally fell on Yin Yulong, who was also looking at him.

Both of them felt that the rest of the people in the world were blurred, and in each other's consciousness, there was only the opponent in front of them.

The two of them were basically going to fight to the death, and one day, one of them would kill the other to feel at ease.

However, they both thought that they would be the one who survived.

Han Xu said: "It's your turn, Yin Yulong, come up!"

"Come up!"

"Get up here!"

These three words kept echoing, and they actually produced an echo.

"Looking for death!" Yin Yulong only took a step forward, but he had already appeared on the Dao Battle Stage.

"You are so obedient."

"You..." Yin Yulong was murderous and said, "It's useless to show off your eloquence. Although the rules cannot take your life, I will cripple you, and then slowly torture you to avenge my dead father and brother!"

"You will probably be disappointed if you do that." Han Xu said, "After today, the world will understand that you, the Taoist son, are just a false name, and you are not worthy of being a Taoist son at all."

"I am not worthy?" Yin Yulong asked back, "Are you worthy?"

"Of course, you can become a Taoist son only because everyone thinks you are the most powerful person in the five sects of Taoism. The strongest among the three generations of disciples, after I defeat you, everyone will know that I am stronger than you and more suitable to be a Daozi. Although I personally have no idea about the title of Daozi, a friend of mine once said that I am the real Daozi, and I don’t want to disappoint him. "

Han Xu said this, and glanced at Mo Wen from the corner of his eye. It was him who fooled Han Xu during the Dawu Dynasty. Now the whole Dawu Dynasty knows that Han Xu is a Daozi of the Taoist sect. If he doesn't take this title, he will definitely be laughed at when he picks up Luo Ling and Qing'er in the future.

Yin Yulong's sword flew out of the sword box, with the tip of the sword facing down, and stood in the air on his right hand.

He said: "I'll give you a suggestion, use your most powerful skills, because you will never have another chance in the future. "