Chapter 1340 Bai Nuan’s Rescue

The thunder sword was hanging high, and even Lin Xuan, who had already made sufficient psychological preparations, could not help but feel huge pressure.

Beads of sweat oozed out from his forehead and slid down his firm face, ticking to the ground.

The air around had already become extremely dry due to the thunder in the sky. If you take a sip, it seemed like a knife was cutting open in your lungs, which made you feel extremely uncomfortable.

Meng Liu, the leader of the Wuxiang Sect, sacrificed the Wuxiang Thunder Pearl and used the magical power of the Thousand-Must Thunder Sword. All the disciples and elders of the Wuxiang Sect present felt that in the dark, it seemed that a big hand drew a trace of magic power from his dantian.

And these magic power flew into the sky and immediately turned into thunderstorms.

These thunders were condensed and entangled together, and they became the Thousand-Music Thunder Sword hanging high above Lin Xuan's head.

This thunder sword was condensed by the power of all the disciples of Wuxiang Sect. It can be seen that although Meng Liu is the leader of the Wuxiang Sect in the contemporary Wuxiang Sect, she cannot truly master this supreme magic weapon.

Otherwise, why should she rely on the power of others?

Lin Xuan raised his head and looked at the thunder sword condensed above his head. His eyes were filled with unswerving belief.

Although these thunders are not the Nine-Dao Divine Thunders produced between heaven and earth, the power of these thunders should not be underestimated because of the power of the formless thunder beads.

What's more, when all the disciples of Wuxiang Sect gathered together, Lin Xuan had already felt the pores on his body standing upside down, like a cat who felt extremely dangerous.

This extremely dangerous feeling also activated the bloodline of the Wanlong in Lin Xuan's body, making him feel excited.

"Such a powerful and terrifying aura...Is Lin Xuan really going to fight against this Thunder Sword?"

Feeling the terrifying aura of Qianjun Thunder Sword, Qingrong was also shocked.

Her little mouth opened slightly, and her face was full of incredible expressions. Is this Qianjun Thunder Sword full of destruction really something that people can compete with?

"Lin Xuan, take the call, Qianjun Thunder Sword, go!"

Meng Liu raised her right hand high, and the lilac robe fluttered gently in the wind. Her face was serious, and her water-cut eyes stared at Lin Xuan, biting her teeth.

As her raised right hand fell, the Thousand-Must Thunder Sword also fell with a bang.

"bring it on!"

Lin Xuan roared with his head, and the dragon blood surged wildly in his body, and dragon spirit armor appeared all over his body, and even his eyes turned red.

Although the Eye of Creation can see through everything, these thunders are the purest power. With such huge power, even Lin Xuan cannot use the Eye of Creation to see any flaws from it.

"This guy likes to do whatever he wants... I'm afraid that in the end, I'll still have to wipe his butt!"

Seeing that Lin Xuan wanted to compete with the Thousand-Jin Thunder Sword, the old demon couldn't help but curl his lips and raised his magic power, ready to use his means to stop the thunder when Lin Xuan was defeated.

This guy was simply fantastic. Although Meng Liu did not fully master the formless thunder bead, the Thousand-Music Thunder Sword could only exert one or two of the power.

But even these 100 or 100 powers are definitely not powerful magic powers that ordinary monks can withstand.

Although Lin Xuan is powerful and has strong magic power, he only has the Nascent Soul Realm cultivation level. Even if his martial arts have returned to nature and are superb, he is not enough to face this majestic thunder power.

The old demon naturally knew the power of the Thousand-Music Thunder Sword. This formless thunder bead was a treasure he refined, and he also had the means to break this move.

However, seeing Lin Xuan's excited look, he didn't want to trash his feelings. It would be better to let this guy suffer some trouble.

People are always like this. Only when they suffer losses and know that they are in pain will they wake up.

Only when Lin Xuan was beaten to death by this Thousand-Minute Thunder Sword would he realize that with his current strength, he could not compete with him at all.

The old demon looked at all this coldly, thinking to himself, but he didn't expect that a distant and familiar figure would come down at this moment.

Through Lin Xuan's eyes, the old demon saw two familiar figures. His pupils shrank rapidly, and the past events deep in his memory emerged one after another.

One of these two familiar figures is the White Fox Fairy, the virtuous supporter around Lin Xuan, and Bai Nuan lurking in the Wuxiang Sect.

The other one was the existence that left the old demon's head blank. He never expected that he would have a chance to meet her again in this life.

The small and exquisite figure gradually merged with the playful shadow in his memory.

Her every frown, smile, and words appeared vividly before his eyes.

"Xuan'er..."

Looking at the sudden arrival of the figure, two gentle words blurted out.

"My husband!"

Under the thunder sword, when it was about to fall on Lin Xuan's head in an instant, several figures suddenly appeared.

Before Lin Xuan could even see the person clearly, he felt a familiar fragrance swelling in his face. Then, a soft and warm body was thrown into his arms.

He could call out the word "官网" so naturally, and he could appear in the Wuxiang Sect without regard for worldly vision.

How could Lin Xuan not know who the woman in her arms is?

"Why are you here?"

Lin Xuan touched the head of the woman in his arms and asked with a chuckling.

Bai Nuan raised her head aggrievedly, looked at Lin Xuan with big eyes, and said stutteringly, "Is it your husband who blamed me for not coming?"

"Of course not...just not here."

Lin Xuan smiled bitterly, this Thousand-Music Thunder Sword is about to fall down. Bai Nuan is here at this time, wouldn’t he encounter a disaster?

As he was talking, when he looked up again, his expression immediately solidified and his pupils shrank.

Because he saw a scene that shocked him: the extremely powerful Thousand-Jin Thunder Sword condensed by the magic power of all the disciples of the Wuxiang Sect was cut off by a girl who seemed to be only fourteen or fifteen years old!

The girl used her weak palm as a sword, jumped high, swung her palm, and cut off the Thousand-Music Thunder Sword in the waist!

It was not over yet. The girl's magic power rolled up in a roll, and she threw the broken Thunder Sword blade towards the sky.

boom!

The two broken Thousand-Minute Thunder Swords collided violently, and countless thunders wandered above the clouds. How could these clouds resist this powerful impact?

In the blink of an eye, the originally dark clouds disappeared without a trace, and the infinite clarity was restored between heaven and earth.

Feeling the powerful aura of the girl, Lin Xuan's heart moved, and his hand moved slightly. Before he could speak, Bai Nuan already understood what he meant.

"Don't worry, my husband, this senior is here to help you."

Bai Nuan explained, Lin Xuan frowned even deeper. He took a breath of cold air and thought to himself, where did this girl Bai Nuan find such a powerful reinforcement?

Could it be that a monk from Zhongzhou Continent came to the Southern Continent?

"Don't be surprised when my husband heard this. This senior is the founder of Wuxiang Sect, the destiny chosen by the Demon Lord, and the senior Xuan Shijian."

Bai Nuan's words shocked Lin Xuan completely. He even breathed a little more quickly, and he looked at the petite figure in the air in surprise.

The figure was so petite, but it looked so tall, like a giant standing tall between heaven and earth.

"What, you said this little girl is... Xuan Shijian?"

Lin Xuan did not expect that this girl who seemed to be only fourteen or fifteen years old was actually the destiny chosen by the old demon, the founder of Wuxiang Sect!

This old guy is really a bastard. I didn't expect that he has this habit and likes such a little girl movie...

Lin Xuan thought in his heart that he pinched his chin and felt something was wrong.

It's really wrong. If he had complained about the old demon like this on weekdays, this old guy would have been furious. Even if Lin Xuan said that the center was weak, he would have to defend himself.

But why has it become so quiet now? It doesn’t look like the style of this old demon!

Lin Xuan thought, and when he turned his spiritual sense on the spiritual platform, he saw the old demon who was already extremely surprised, staring blankly at the small figure in the air.

"Why, I was stunned when I saw the old lover? This doesn't look like the style of the Demon Lord."

Lin Xuan said deliberately with half teasing and half motivated that it was the first time he saw the old demon look so out of control.

"How could it be... it was obviously three hundred years ago..."

The old demon slowly frowned at this time, but kept muttering a word in his mouth.
Chapter completed!