My script is a supporting role

Lin Jin's eyes suddenly lit up, and the momentum of his whole body suddenly changed drastically.

The long sword is stretched forward, but it will not come out.

Within a radius of thirty feet, the fallen leaves all over the sky suddenly froze in the air as if time had paused.

Dozens of spinning boomerangs also seemed to be subjected to great resistance, not only the flying speed became extremely slow, even the speed of rotation became visible to the naked eye.

Mo Chen felt that there seemed to be an invisible wall in front of him, which blocked his forward movement, and seemed to be stuck in thick mud, and it became very difficult to lift his arms and legs.

However, in the air that was about to freeze, it was filled with a fierce sense of killing.

Unmatched in sharpness, it crosses the world, as if it wants to separate the entire world.

Murong Qingyue finally let out a low exclamation.

"That's... sword intent!"

With the support of the Qingxuan sword in the cave, Lin Jin actually comprehended the meaning of the sword in the battle.

Chen Wanyi couldn't help turning pale, and hurriedly asked: "Junior Sister Murong, you can see clearly, is that really sword intent?"

Murong Qingyue said: "There is no mistake, although it is only a ninth-grade sword intent, it is definitely a sword intent."

After a pause, Murong Qingyue said again: "Moreover, he directly broke through to the third level of the Ninth Grade Sword Intent."

Murong Qingyue's words were like a vitality bomb with a huge yield, which exploded in the crowd and set off huge waves.

Sword intent?

That kid Lin Jin actually realized the sword intent?

Or the third level of the Ninth Grade Sword Intent?

Is it that scary?

You know, all those who can realize the sword intent are geniuses of the sword.

Like Xu Zhiming, he is already in his twenties, and his realm has reached the second level of the insight realm, but he only comprehends the sword qi for the sword, and the comprehension of the sword intent has always been lingering outside the door, and has never broken through.

Murong Qingyue realized the sword intent at the age of 16, and she beat all the heroes in the Zongmen Grand Competition. For several years, she has been known as a genius girl in the way of swordsmanship.

But at that time, Murong Qingyue only realized the first level of Ninth Grade Sword Intent.

Lin Jin actually directly reached the third level of the Ninth Rank Sword Intent. Isn't that the legendary talent?

At the destiny roulette, the old man was so excited that his eyes lit up and his face was full of joy.

"See? See?"

"It's the big boss of the heavens after all. It only needs to wake up a little bit more, just a little bit, and it can directly crush these stupid mortals!"

"Hahaha, good!"

"Great!"

The skinny old man smiled and nodded again and again, "In this way, the advantage is already very obvious. If you take the Qingxuan Sword in a while, you're done!"

Lin Jin, who had comprehended the meaning of the sword, held the Qingxuan sword in his hand. If he still couldn't kill Mo Chen, the bad old man would be willing to perform handstand and eat flying.

The shock on Chen Wanyi's face faded, and was quickly replaced by great ecstasy, and even her voice became sharp and high-pitched, "Junior Brother Lin, you are truly a rare genius in this world!"

Looking back at Murong Qingyue, he couldn't help but blurt out, "Junior Sister Murong, then you, the number one genius of the Qingli School of Swordsmanship, may have to be replaced, hahahaha."

With her hands behind her back, Murong Qingyue raised her beautiful chin slightly upwards, saying with incomparable self-confidence: "That may not be the case!"

Chen Wanyi laughed loudly and said: "Since you have said it yourself, Junior Brother Lin has now realized the third level of the Ninth Grade Sword Intent,"

"And when you first realized sword intent at the age of 16, you only reached the first level of the ninth grade of sword intent. The difference is so obvious, how can you say that he is not stronger than you?"

Murong Qingyue said lightly: "It's useless to tell you, you don't know swords."

Chen Wanyi didn't expect Murong Qingyue to be so straightforward, she threw out the sentence "I don't know how to use swords", without any step at all, and nailed her in the air for life and death.

Being confused like this, Chen Wanyi was very embarrassed, and said bitterly: "Anyway, all I know is that the sword intent that Junior Brother Lin has realized now is at a higher level than your original level."

Murong Qingyue stood with her hands behind her back, but she didn't want to explain any more to Chen Wanyi.

Luo Qier's exquisite little face showed a hint of worry, and she asked Murong Qingyue in a low voice: "Then...does senior sister think, under the current circumstances, Lin Jin will win?"

Murong Qingyue shook her head with certainty: "No! Mo Chen will win."

Chen Wanyi's complexion suddenly became extremely ugly, and strong dissatisfaction appeared in her eyes, and she gritted her teeth secretly: "Isn't it just taking away your title as the first genius in the swordsmanship? How dare you slander Junior Brother Lin like this!"

The current situation can be seen by a blind person. As soon as Lin Jin's sword intent came out, Mo Chen's offensive was immediately blocked, and the comparison of strength was already very obvious.

What's more, what Lin Jin comprehended was the third level of the Ninth Grade Sword Intent.

"Junior Brother Lin, use your strength to defeat that brat!"

"Shut up all those who question you!"

"What is it based on feeling?"

"This world is based on strength!"

The tip of the sword pointed at Mo Chen, and a smile finally appeared on the corner of Lin Jin's mouth.

Corresponding to the smile was a colder killing intent in his eyes.

Mo Chen, today, I will kill you by the sword!

From then on, the Dao heart is open, and the Dao is directly proved.

Chapter 88 Vibration

The long sword was stretched forward inch by inch, piercing Mo Chen's chest inch by inch.

This long sword does not seem to be going fast at all, but there is a sharp sound of cutting through the air on the blade, which is clearly a very powerful killing move.

"Hey!"

Lin Jin's eyes became colder and colder, and his smile became wider and wider.

With this sword, Mo Chen will surely die!

The long sword was only three inches away from Mo Chen's chest.

Luo Qier felt that she had stopped breathing.

"He, he wants to kill Mo Chen?"

Mo Chen exhaled softly, his eyes were extremely bright.

Stretch out your right hand, spread your thumb, index finger, and middle finger, and gently pinch the tip of the sword that was handed over.

"Lin Jin, have you forgotten what I said last night?"

Lin Jin froze for a moment, "Last night? What did you say last night?"

Before he finished speaking, he suddenly felt that something was wrong.

"You, how can you catch my sword like this?"

The sword intent has come out, and within a radius of thirty feet, everything is covered by the sword intent.

Even if Mo Chen moved, he would be stabbed by the sword intent.

How could it be possible to catch Lin Jin's strongest blow so easily?

At this time, there was a strong vibration from the tip of the long sword.

"Chong!"

Amid the exclamation of everyone, the long sword in Lin Jin's hand snapped.

"how is this possible?!"

Chen Wanyi's eyeballs were about to fall out, and her voice changed, "How could he break Junior Brother Lin's sword at this time?"

No one could answer her.

Even Murong Qingyue can't do it.

Because she only has feelings and no reason.

But there was another person who was more shocked than her.

"Why is Mo Chen still able to break the long sword in the hands of Boss Jin?"

The bad old man stomped his feet heavily, and let out a roar from his throat.

"Even if the Book of the Gods can interpret the profound meanings in Big Brother Jin's moves, how can the gap in strength between the two sides be easily filled?"

"He doesn't even have a sword!"

The skinny old man folded his hands, without saying a word, and his expression was extremely serious.

After silence, the skinny old man said with some difficulty: "Perhaps, our understanding of the Book of the Gods is simply not enough!"

For thousands of years, the Book of the Gods has never recognized its master.

How do they know what will happen after this book recognizes its owner?

Lin Jin's handsome face was as gloomy as October's cold winter, holding a half-broken long sword in his hand, he suddenly let out a loud shout.

This shout was like a thunderclap on the ground.

In the deep cave, the sword screamed and screamed, and suddenly there was a rumbling loud noise, and a blue light flew out of the deep cave, but it was a seven-foot sword shining with blue light.

The sword is seven feet long and three feet wide, with green patterns wrapped around its body, like a green dragon piercing the clouds and the moon.

Mo Chen's eyes narrowed.

Qingxuanjian finally came out to recognize the master.

"The Divine Soldier is born!"

In mid-air, many shadowy figures suddenly appeared, and all of them made excited voices at this time.

The people below looked up and saw that the masters of the eight sects of the Qingli Sect and the elders of each peak had all arrived at the scene.

A little further outside, you can even see practitioners wearing different costumes, driving various magical weapons and spirit swords, looking around here from afar.

The commotion on Tongluo Mountain today was huge, not only alarming the entire Qingli Sect, but even attracting practitioners passing by hundreds of miles away.

However, due to the boundary of the Qingli Sect, practitioners of these other sects did not dare to get too close to avoid unnecessary misunderstandings.

The only one, although he is also on the outskirts, is closer than other practitioners from other sects, and he has to fly higher.

It was a boy in white.

Dressed in white clothes that are spotless, under the strong wind blowing, shaking off the peerless elegance.

The black hair hangs freely in front of the forehead, smooth as silk and smooth as water, with only a light knot at the end of the hair.

Under the black hair was an extremely handsome face.

The clothes are like snow, and the clouds are flying.

People are like jade, standing in the sky.

Peerless son.

Xuan Yu Wushuang.

The female disciples present immediately let out a burst of exclamation.

Unparalleled son!

That is, the number one son in the world!

Min Qinghe and Zheng Ning felt their hearts beating wildly, they were dizzy for a while, and they almost fell from Qianyan Feiyu.

"Young Master Wushuang..."

Looking at the unparalleled figure in the sky, Luo Qier's delicate face flushed slightly.

After looking at it twice, Luo Qier felt a little puzzled in her heart: "Why did my heart beat so hard when I saw Mr. Wushuang last time, but this time I saw him, but I didn't feel much?"

"Could it be because the distance is too far this time?"

Min Qinghe rubbed Luo Qier's face vigorously, eyes full of spring flowers and said: "Why are you so calm? Can you see clearly, there is Mr. Wushuang over there!"

Chen Wanyi glanced at this side, and angrily scolded: "How decent is it for an outsider to make you look like this? Is there no one in my Qingli Sect?"