Chapter 283: Unfortunately, You Offended the Wrong Person!
Han Jing glanced at Xie Wenting and the others disdainfully. “A bunch of trash!”
He flicked his wrist.
The Wenchang Sword in his hand erupted with an extremely sharp sword intent to cut all seven of them.
Li Xiake took a step forward and waved his hand to resolve this sword energy.
He said angrily, “Senior Brother, they’re all juniors. You’ve already won against them. Why do you have to insult them and kill them?!”!!
Han Jing said disdainfully, “Those who dare to attack me must die!”
“You’ve really gone crazy!” Li Xiake took out his Immortal Liquor Sword. “If you want to touch my people, you have to get past me first!”
“I couldn’t ask for more!” Han Jing sneered.
A thick true energy shot into the sky and transformed into an overwhelming pressure.
As for the Wenchang Sword in his hand, it flashed with sword light for five kilometers and sword energy for five kilometers, displaying the might of a Sword Saint!
Thousands of Mystic Arts formed a golden dragon that carried boundless sword intent as it suddenly landed on Li Xiake.
“I’m not afraid of you!” The Immortal Liquor Sword in Li Xiake’s hand was also filled with sword energy.
The sword light that filled the sky slashed at the golden dragon with the aura of the Nine Heavens Galaxy.
Bang!
The sword energy exploded.
Li Xiake felt his wrist go numb and was forced back more than ten steps by Han Jing’s sword energy.
Li Xiake stared at Han Jing with quivering eyes and felt slightly frightened.
“He’s also a Sword Saint, but his Sword Dao is even more powerful than mine. As expected of a genius!”
Xie Wenting and the others also saw through this.
The seven of them couldn’t help but worry. Their Ancestral Master was probably no match for Han Jing.
Han Jing revealed a mocking expression.
“Junior Brother, your Sword Dao cultivation is inferior to mine to begin with. Why bother fighting me head-on?”
“Show me your true ability! Let me see how powerful the combination of literary and swordsmanship is!”
He was at a disadvantage.
Li Xiake gritted his teeth and took out a wine pot before downing the wine in one gulp.
Then, he waved the Immortal Liquor Sword in his hand and staggered forward.
“Wine doesn’t make men drunk: men get themselves intoxicated. Lust doesn’t overpower men: men surrender themselves to lust!”
As he read these two lines of the poem, a powerful righteous aura erupted from the Immortal Liquor Sword.
Han Jing’s eyes couldn’t help but light up when he saw this, and he revealed a greedy expression. “That’s right, this is the taste of the combination of literature and swordsmanship!”
“Heavenly Dao Book Emperor Sword!”
At this moment, Li Xiake laughed wildly while millions of words lingered around him.
The Immortal Liquor Sword in his hand fused with the sword energy.
The power of splitting the sky transformed into a seven-colored sword rainbow that slashed at Han Jing.
“Not bad!”
Han Jing laughed loudly, and the sword energy in his body was like a tide.
The Wenchang Sword instantly transformed into a golden dragon engraved with countless mysterious words and slashed at Li Xiake with powerful might.
Xie Wenting and the others couldn’t help but narrow their eyes. What a powerful sword energy!
Bang!!!
Amidst the exploding sword light, Han Jing’s Wenchang Sword rushed through the sword rainbow and slammed into Li Xiake’s left shoulder.
“Ah ~”
After Li Xiake let out a miserable scream, blood instantly gushed out of his left shoulder, and he suddenly retreated a thousand feet.
After the sword light dissipated, Xie Wenting and the others were shocked to see that a huge sword hole had been pierced through Li Xiake’s left shoulder.
“It’s over. Ancestral Master has been defeated. We will definitely suffer a bloodbath today!”
“Damn it! How can there be such a monstrous Sword Saint in the world?!”
The seven of them were inexplicably angry and terrified by Han Jing’s boundless might.
Li Xiake revealed despair.
He was too powerful!
He was really too powerful!!
Han Jing’s talent in the Sword Dao really surpassed his by too much!
Even if he had already comprehended the “Ten Direction Book Sword Technique” taught to him by the Sword Immortal Taibai to the sixth level, he was still unable to compete with Han Jing.
It could be imagined that if Han Jing obtained the “Ten Direction Book Sword Technique”, he would definitely sweep through the Cang Dragon Continent for an era!
Bang!
At this moment, Han Jing’s figure flashed and arrived in front of Li Xiake before kicking him to the ground.
Then, he placed the Wenchang Sword on Li Xiake’s forehead.
“Are you going to hand over the cultivation transmission jade slip or not?”
Li Xiake gritted his teeth and his eyes widened. “I definitely won’t give it to you!”
“Then you can die!” Han Jing was enraged.
He knew that Li Xiake must have hidden such a precious cultivation technique in a very confidential place.
Since he couldn’t force him to tell him, he could only kill him and slowly search for it.
Li Xiake suddenly closed his eyes.
Not only had his left shoulder been pierced just now, but most of his meridians and bones had also been shattered by Han Jing’s sword energy.
Now, he was a lamb waiting to be slaughtered and was completely helpless to resist.
“You want to die? It won’t be that easy!”
Han Jing suddenly revealed a sly smile. “I suddenly thought that even if you don’t care about your life, you must care about the Black-White Academy you founded!”
“If I threaten to slash at your Black-White Academy, will you give me the cultivation transmission jade slip?”
Li Xiake couldn’t help but feel enraged when he heard that. “Bastard! You’re not allowed to attack innocent people!”
It was currently the Black-White Academy’s thirty thousand year celebration.
All the literary figures in the world were gathered here.
If Han Jing attacked the Black-White Academy, his sword energy would kill countless innocent people.
Han Jing saw Li Xiake’s terrified expression and couldn’t help but smile proudly.
“As expected, you’re afraid!”
“Then I’ll slash out with my sword until you hand over the cultivation transmission jade slip!”
With that, he took a step forward.
The Wenchang Sword was like a huge dragon roaring as it shot out a sword light that blotted out the sky and landed at the Black and White Academy at the foot of the mountain.
“No!”
Li Xiake, Xie Wenting, and the others’ hearts tightened when they saw this, and a strong sense of despair surged in their hearts.
In the living room of the Black-White Academy.
Lin Xuan felt a sharp sword energy descend from the sky, right above the living room, and he couldn’t help but frown.
He turned into a stream of light and flew out of the reception hall before floating in the sky.
A sword energy rainbow crossed fifty kilometers and landed.
“What a powerful sword energy. Is it trying to cut the entire Black-White Academy in half?”
Lin Xuan sneered. “Unfortunately, you provoked the wrong person!”
He gently raised his hand and caught the sword energy.
With a slight force, bang! It instantly shattered the fifty-kilometer sword light.
Then, he rushed towards the main hall of the Black-White Academy at lightning speed.
At this moment, in the hall.
They saw Lin Xuan catch Han Jing’s fifty-kilometer sword energy with his bare hands and crush it.
Not only were Li Xiake, Xie Wenting, and the others shocked, but even Han Jing trembled slightly.
“God, that young master in white can actually catch the sword energy of a Sword Saint with his bare hands!”
“How terrifying! How terrifying! I never expected there to be such a shocking person in the world!”
Everyone’s eyes were filled with boundless fear.
In the blink of an eye, Lin Xuan had already arrived in the hall.
The entire hall was instantly immersed in a vast pressure.
The entire hall was instantly immersed pressure.
However, Xie Wenting immediately cried out in shock, “So the Consort has arrived!”
Ma Xinchang, Zhao Qingping, and the others’ expressions changed drastically. They hurriedly got up and bowed to Lin Xuan. “Greetings, Literature Saint!”
They had all participated in the literary discussion event in the Nine Heavens Immortal Realm before, so they naturally still remembered Lin Xuan.
Because they were seriously injured just now, they were unable to confirm Lin Xuan’s identity from fifty kilometers away.
Now that Lin Xuan was in front of them, they immediately recognized that the person who shattered the sword energy with his bare hands was the mighty Literature Saint, the North Mystic Heaven’s Consort!