Chapter 2528: Illusion
However, before the sword actually landed on Leng Dao King, the void in front of Leng Dao King suddenly broke open, and then a figure in green appeared there out of thin air.
As soon as the man in green appeared, a powerful sword intent swept away instantly.
This sword intention swept towards Jiang Xuan immediately, causing Jiang Xuan's figure to freeze, and the sword style in his hand also stopped.
When Jiang Xuan regained his balance, he narrowed his eyes slightly and looked at the person.
All the warriors watching the battle on the battlefield also turned their attention to the man in green who suddenly appeared.
"Can you finally take action?"
The warriors present looked at the visitor, and no one was surprised. ??
Everyone knows that this person will never give away the Holy Spirit Sword so easily.
Jiang Xuan looked at the person coming with a cold arc on his lips, "I couldn't help it after all!"
The person who came was dressed in green clothes and had a handsome face. He was Lin Jin, one of the Eight Emperors of Beilan Province and the owner of Wanjian Mountain!
This Lin Jin has suppressed the Holy Spirit Sword in Wanjian Mountain for thousands of years. He has long regarded the Holy Spirit Sword as his own. At this grand event in Wanjian Mountain, the Holy Spirit Sword recognized Jiang. If Xuan is the master, how can Lin Jin be willing to do so?
Before in Wanjian Mountain, he was worried about his face and did not do anything to the guests he invited.
Even if he got out of Wanjian Mountain, he would let the Cold Sword King take action first, while he would hide in the dark. Naturally, it would be better not to come forward if he could, but when he saw that the Cold Sword King could not do anything to Jiang Xuan , he had no choice but to take action.
"Lord Lin Jin." Lin Jin of the Cold Sword Dynasty bowed and clasped his fists, saying, "My subordinates have tried their best."
"I've all seen it."
Lin Jin nodded and waved towards the Cold Knife King.
The Cold Knife King immediately flew towards the void next to him, because he knew that since Lin Jin had taken action himself, he was no longer needed.
Lin Jin still looked aloof. He looked towards Jiang Xuan in front of him. When he saw the Holy Spirit Sword in Jiang Xuan's hand, his eyes also condensed and he smiled coldly, "This sword is a good sword, but It’s a pity that the sword wielder is still too weak.”
"Haha, Lord Lin Jin is right. My strength is indeed lacking now. I may not be able to exert even 10% of the power of the Holy Spirit Sword. But no matter whether I can exert a few percent of the power of the Holy Spirit Sword, It’s better than those people who don’t even want to deal with the Holy Spirit Sword, right?”
Jiang Xuan said with a faint smile.
"Wow!"
Upon hearing this, the expressions of many warriors around them changed drastically.
Jiang Xuan's words were obviously a mockery of Lin Jin. After all, Lin Jin had owned the Holy Spirit Sword for many years, but in the end he was not even qualified to let the Holy Spirit Sword claim its master.
"Haha, you are so brave."
A cold light flashed across Lin Jin's handsome face, and he stared at Jiang Xuan, "No one has dared to talk to me like this for many years. With your words, you don't have to leave today."
"Haha! What a hypocritical guy. Even if I didn't say this today, I'm afraid you wouldn't let me go, right?" Jiang Xuan smiled coldly, "Lin Jin, the matter has reached this point. I think everyone also agrees." There is no need to pretend anymore, if you want this Holy Spirit Sword, just go ahead and take action!"
"Since you insist on seeking death, I will help you today." After Lin Jin finished speaking, a sword appeared in his hand.
Then, a flash of sword light flashed out, and a terrifying sword intent swept out instantly.
Jiang Xuan's face was extremely solemn.
Lin Jin is different from the Northern Barbarian King and the Cold Knife King he has fought against before. Although his spiritual power is still at the first level of the Holy Realm, Lin Jin is one of the Eight Emperors of Beilan Province, and his combat power must be Far beyond the ordinary first level of the Holy Realm.
"Hmph! Boy, are you ready to die?" Lin Jin looked at Jiang Xuan, his eyes were like looking at a dead person.
"Just come over here."
Jiang Xuan tightly held the Holy Spirit Sword in his hand.
Lin Jin smiled coldly, and then struck out with the long sword in his hand.
This seemingly random sword movement contains a certain artistic conception.
When Jiang Xuan saw this sword light, he couldn't help but be stunned, and then the scene in front of him changed.
"Jiang Xuan, Jiang Xuan, save me quickly, save me quickly!"
A horrified voice echoed in Jiang Xuan's ears. Jiang Xuan looked around and saw that the Eternal Emperor was running away like crazy. Behind him was the grinning King Shenhai, who was chasing after him with a giant axe. .
"Xiao Hei!" Jiang Xuan's expression changed drastically.
"No!"
The Eternal Emperor let out a shrill scream, and then his figure was split into two halves by the King of Sand Sea.
This scene made Jiang Xuan feel cold, but soon, Jiang Xuan noticed it immediately.
"That's not right! Xiao Hei, as a strong man in the Emperor Realm ten thousand years ago, even if he is not strong enough now and is no match for the King of the Sea, he can never be easily killed by him! Illusion, all of this is an illusion!"
"Wake up, wake up quickly!"
Jiang Xuan roared in his heart. He gritted his teeth and used the tingling sensation to get out of the illusion. However, before the sword actually landed on Leng Dao King, the void in front of Leng Dao King suddenly broke open, and then a figure in green appeared there out of thin air.
As soon as the man in green appeared, a powerful sword intent swept away instantly.
This sword intention swept towards Jiang Xuan immediately, causing Jiang Xuan's figure to freeze, and the sword style in his hand also stopped.
When Jiang Xuan regained his balance, he narrowed his eyes slightly and looked at the person.
All the warriors watching the battle on the battlefield also turned their attention to the man in green who suddenly appeared.
"Can you finally take action?"
The warriors present looked at the visitor, and no one was surprised.
Everyone knows that this person will never give away the Holy Spirit Sword so easily.
Jiang Xuan looked at the person coming with a cold arc on his lips, "I couldn't help it after all!"
The person who came was dressed in green clothes and had a handsome face. He was Lin Jin, one of the Eight Emperors of Beilan Province and the owner of Wanjian Mountain!
This Lin Jin has suppressed the Holy Spirit Sword in Wanjian Mountain for thousands of years. He has long regarded the Holy Spirit Sword as his own. At this grand event in Wanjian Mountain, the Holy Spirit Sword recognized Jiang. If Xuan is the master, how can Lin Jin be willing to do so?
Before in Wanjian Mountain, he was worried about his face and did not do anything to the guests he invited.
Even if he got out of Wanjian Mountain, he would let the Cold Sword King take action first, while he would hide in the dark. Naturally, it would be better not to come forward if he could, but when he saw that the Cold Sword King could not do anything to Jiang Xuan , he had no choice but to take action.
"Lord Lin Jin." Lin Jin of the Cold Sword Dynasty bowed and clasped his fists, saying, "My subordinates have tried their best."
"I've all seen it."
Lin Jin nodded and waved towards the Cold Knife King.
The Cold Knife King immediately flew towards the void next to him, because he knew that since Lin Jin had taken action himself, he was no longer needed.
Lin Jin still looked aloof. He looked towards Jiang Xuan in front of him. When he saw the Holy Spirit Sword in Jiang Xuan's hand, his eyes also condensed and he smiled coldly, "This sword is a good sword, but It’s a pity that the sword wielder is still too weak.”
"Haha, Lord Lin Jin is right. My strength is indeed lacking now. I may not be able to exert even 10% of the power of the Holy Spirit Sword. But no matter whether I can exert a few percent of the power of the Holy Spirit Sword, It’s better than those people who don’t even want to deal with the Holy Spirit Sword, right?”
Jiang Xuan said with a faint smile.
"Wow!"
Upon hearing this, the expressions of many warriors around them changed drastically.
Jiang Xuan's words were obviously a mockery of Lin Jin. After all, Lin Jin had owned the Holy Spirit Sword for many years, but in the end he was not even qualified to let the Holy Spirit Sword claim its master.
"Haha, you are so brave."
A cold light flashed across Lin Jin's handsome face, and he stared at Jiang Xuan, "No one has dared to talk to me like this for many years. With your words, you don't have to leave today."
"Haha! What a hypocritical guy. Even if I didn't say this today, I'm afraid you wouldn't let me go, right?" Jiang Xuan smiled coldly, "Lin Jin, the matter has reached this point. I think everyone also agrees." There is no need to pretend anymore, if you want this Holy Spirit Sword, just go ahead and take action!"
"Since you insist on seeking death, I will help you today." After Lin Jin finished speaking, a sword appeared in his hand.
Then, a flash of sword light flashed out, and a terrifying sword intent swept out instantly.
Jiang Xuan's face was extremely solemn.
Lin Jin is different from the Northern Barbarian King and the Cold Knife King he has fought against before. Although his spiritual power is still at the first level of the Holy Realm, Lin Jin is one of the Eight Emperors of Beilan Province, and his combat power must be Far beyond the ordinary first level of the Holy Realm.
"Hmph! Boy, are you ready to die?" Lin Jin looked at Jiang Xuan, his eyes were like looking at a dead person.
"Just come over here."
Jiang Xuan tightly held the Holy Spirit Sword in his hand.
Lin Jin smiled coldly, and then struck out with the long sword in his hand.
This seemingly random sword movement contains a certain artistic conception.
When Jiang Xuan saw this sword light, he couldn't help but be stunned, and then the scene in front of him changed.
"Jiang Xuan, Jiang Xuan, save me quickly, save me quickly!"
A horrified voice echoed in Jiang Xuan's ears. Jiang Xuan looked and saw that the Eternal Emperor was running away like crazy. Behind him was the grinning King Shenhai, who was chasing after him with a giant axe. .
"Xiao Hei!" Jiang Xuan's expression changed drastically.
"No!"
The Eternal Emperor let out a shrill scream, and then his body was split into two halves by the King of Sea Cultivation.
This scene made Jiang Xuan feel cold, but soon, Jiang Xuan noticed it immediately.
"That's not right! Xiao Hei, as a strong man in the Emperor Realm from ten thousand years ago, even if he is not strong enough now and is no match for the King of Sand Sea, he can never be easily killed by him! Illusion, all of this is an illusion!"
"Wake up, wake up quickly!"
Jiang Xuan roared in his heart. He gritted his teeth and used the tingling sensation to get out of the illusion.
