However, before the sword actually fell on the Leng Dao King, the void in front of Leng Dao King suddenly broke open, and then a figure in blue appeared there out of thin air.

As soon as the man in blue appeared, a powerful sword intent swept across him instantly.

This sword intent swept towards Jiang Xuan at the first time, causing Jiang Xuan to pause, and the sword style in his hand also stagnated.

When Jiang Xuan stood firm again, his eyes narrowed slightly and looked at the person coming.

I saw the warriors watching the battle on the battlefield, and at this moment, they all looked at the man in blue who suddenly appeared.

"Are you still unable to help yourself?"

The warriors present looked at the people who came, and no one was surprised. ??

Everyone knows that this person will never hand over the Holy Spirit Sword to him so easily.

Jiang Xuan looked at the person coming, and a cold curve appeared on the corner of his mouth, "After all, I can't help it!"

The visitor was dressed in a blue shirt and had a handsome face. He was one of the eight emperors of Beilan Prefecture and Lin Jin, the owner of Wanjian Mountain!

Lin Jin suppressed the Holy Spirit Sword on Wanjian Mountain for thousands of years. He had long regarded the Holy Spirit Sword as his belongings. At this grand event in Wanjian Mountain, the Holy Spirit Sword recognized Jiang Xuan as the main one. How could Lin Jin be willing?

Before, in Wanjian Mountain, he was worried about face and did not attack the guests he invited.

Even if he left Wanjian Mountain, he would let the Leng Dao King take action first, and he hid in the dark. He would naturally not show up if he could not show up. But when he saw that the Leng Dao King couldn't do anything to Jiang Xuan, he had to take action.

"Mr. Lin Jin." The cold sword king bowed and clasped his fists and said, "I have done my best."

"I have seen it all."

Lin Jin nodded and waved at the Leng Dao King.

The Cold Knife King immediately rushed towards the void next to him because he knew that since Lin Jin had taken action himself, he would not need him anymore.

Lin Jin still looked tall and arrogant. He looked at 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 unfortunately this person who uses the sword is still too weak."

"Haha, Lord Lin Jin said it well. My strength is indeed a little worse now. Even the power of this Holy Spirit Sword may not be able to be exerted. But no matter whether I can exert almost the power of the Holy Spirit Sword, it is better than those who don't even want to pay attention to the Holy Spirit Sword, right?"

Jiang Xuan said with a faint smile.

"Wow!"

Hearing this, many warriors around him changed their faces.

Jiang Xuan's words were obviously a mockery of Lin Jin. After all, Lin Jin had possessed the Holy Spirit Sword for many years, but he did not even have the qualification to make the Holy Spirit Sword recognize his master.

"Haha, you're so brave."

A cold light flashed across Lin Jin's handsome face. He stared at Jiang Xuan, "No one has dared to talk to me like this for many years. Just based on your words, you don't have to leave today."

"Haha! What a hypocritical guy. Even if I don't say this today, you probably won't let me go, right?" Jiang Xuan smiled coldly, "Lin Jin, the matter has come to this point, I don't think everyone has to pretend anymore. If you want this Holy Spirit Sword, just take action!"

"Since you insist on seeking death, I will fulfill you today." After Lin Jin finished speaking, a sword appeared in his hand.

Then, a sword light flew 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 Sword King whom he had fought before. Although his spiritual power cultivation is still at the first level of the Supreme Saint Realm, Lin Jin, as one of the eight emperors of Beilan Prefecture, must have a combat power far exceeding that of the ordinary Supreme Saint Realm.

"Hmph! Boy, are you ready to die?" Lin Jin looked at Jiang Xuan, his eyes as if he was looking at a dead person.

"Just let the horse come over."

Jiang Xuan held the Holy Spirit Sword in his hand tightly.

Lin Jin smiled coldly, and then the long sword in his hand was slashed out directly.

This seemingly random sword contains a certain artistic conception.

When Jiang Xuan saw this sword light, he was stunned, and then the picture in front of him changed a lot.

"Jiang Xuan, Jiang Xuan, save me quickly, save me quickly!"

A terrifying voice echoed in Jiang Xuan's ears. Jiang Xuan looked at him and saw that the Eternal Emperor was fleeing wildly. Behind him was the Ginseng Sea King with a grim smile on his face, and he was chasing him with a giant axe in his hand.

"Xiao Hei!" Jiang Xuan's expression changed drastically.

"No!"

The Eternal Emperor let out a shrill scream, and then his figure was cut in half by the Ginseng Sea King.

This scene made Jiang Xuan feel cold, but soon, Jiang Xuan immediately noticed it.

"No! Xiao Hei, as a powerful emperor ten thousand years ago, even if he lacks cultivation, he cannot defeat the King of Sea and cannot easily be killed by him! Illusion, all of this is an illusion!"

"Wake up, wake up!"

Jiang Xuan roared in his heart. He gritted his teeth suddenly, and with the help of the stinging sensation, he walked out of the illusion. However, before the sword could actually fall on the Leng Dao King, the void in front of Leng Dao King suddenly broke open, and then a figure in blue appeared there out of thin air.

As soon as the man in blue appeared, a powerful sword intent swept across him instantly.

This sword intent swept towards Jiang Xuan at the first time, causing Jiang Xuan to pause, and the sword style in his hand also stagnated.

When Jiang Xuan stood firm again, his eyes narrowed slightly and looked at the person coming.

I saw the warriors watching the battle on the battlefield, and at this moment, they all looked at the man in blue who suddenly appeared.

"Are you still unable to help yourself?"

The warriors present looked at the people who came, and no one was surprised.

Everyone knows that this person will never hand over the Holy Spirit Sword to him so easily.

Jiang Xuan looked at the person coming, and a cold curve appeared on the corner of his mouth, "After all, I can't help it!"

The visitor was dressed in a blue shirt and had a handsome face. He was one of the eight emperors of Beilan Prefecture and Lin Jin, the owner of Wanjian Mountain!

Lin Jin suppressed the Holy Spirit Sword on Wanjian Mountain for thousands of years. He had long regarded the Holy Spirit Sword as his belongings. At this grand event in Wanjian Mountain, the Holy Spirit Sword recognized Jiang Xuan as the main one. How could Lin Jin be willing?

Before, in Wanjian Mountain, he was worried about face and did not attack the guests he invited.

Even if he left Wanjian Mountain, he would let the Leng Dao King take action first, and he hid in the dark. He would naturally not show up if he could not show up. But when he saw that the Leng Dao King couldn't do anything to Jiang Xuan, he had to take action.

"Mr. Lin Jin." The cold sword king bowed and clasped his fists and said, "I have done my best."

"I have seen it all."

Lin Jin nodded and waved at the Leng Dao King.

The Cold Knife King immediately rushed towards the void next to him because he knew that since Lin Jin had taken action himself, he would not need him anymore.

Lin Jin still looked tall and arrogant. He looked at 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 unfortunately this person who uses the sword is still too weak."

"Haha, Lord Lin Jin said it well. My strength is indeed a little worse now. Even the power of this Holy Spirit Sword may not be able to be exerted. But no matter whether I can exert almost the power of the Holy Spirit Sword, it is better than those who don't even want to pay attention to the Holy Spirit Sword, right?"

Jiang Xuan said with a faint smile.

"Wow!"

Hearing this, many warriors around him changed their faces.

Jiang Xuan's words were obviously a mockery of Lin Jin. After all, Lin Jin had possessed the Holy Spirit Sword for many years, but he did not even have the qualification to make the Holy Spirit Sword recognize his master.

"Haha, you're so brave."

A cold light flashed across Lin Jin's handsome face. He stared at Jiang Xuan, "No one has dared to talk to me like this for many years. Just based on your words, you don't have to leave today."

"Haha! What a hypocritical guy. Even if I don't say this today, you probably won't let me go, right?" Jiang Xuan smiled coldly, "Lin Jin, the matter has come to this point, I don't think everyone has to pretend anymore. If you want this Holy Spirit Sword, just take action!"

"Since you insist on seeking death, I will fulfill you today." After Lin Jin finished speaking, a sword appeared in his hand.

Then, a sword light flew 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 Sword King whom he had fought before. Although his spiritual power cultivation is still at the first level of the Supreme Saint Realm, Lin Jin, as one of the eight emperors of Beilan Prefecture, must have a combat power far exceeding that of the ordinary Supreme Saint Realm.

"Hmph! Boy, are you ready to die?" Lin Jin looked at Jiang Xuan, his eyes as if he was looking at a dead person.

"Just let the horse come over."

Jiang Xuan held the Holy Spirit Sword in his hand tightly.

Lin Jin smiled coldly, and then the long sword in his hand was slashed out directly.

This seemingly random sword contains a certain artistic conception.

When Jiang Xuan saw this sword light, he was stunned, and then the picture in front of him changed a lot.

"Jiang Xuan, Jiang Xuan, save me quickly, save me quickly!"

A terrifying voice echoed in Jiang Xuan's ears. Jiang Xuan looked at him and saw that the Eternal Emperor was fleeing wildly. Behind him was the Ginseng Sea King with a grim smile on his face, and he was chasing him with a giant axe in his hand.

"Xiao Hei!" Jiang Xuan's expression changed drastically.

"No!"

The Eternal Emperor let out a shrill scream, and then his figure was cut in half by the Ginseng Sea King.

This scene made Jiang Xuan feel cold, but soon, Jiang Xuan immediately noticed it.

"No! Xiao Hei, as a powerful emperor ten thousand years ago, even if he lacks cultivation, he cannot defeat the King of Sea and cannot easily be killed by him! Illusion, all of this is an illusion!"

"Wake up, wake up!"

Jiang Xuan roared in his heart, and he gritted his teeth suddenly, and with the help of the stinging sensation, he led himself out of the illusion.
Chapter completed!