God-level Replication System

"So strong!"

"Is this the power of artistic conception?"

"Is this just the prototype of the sword intent? It's so strong, it is estimated that it can kill the same level without comprehension of the mood. I don't know how terrifying the real mood will be!"

"Didn't you say that it was rumored that during the Outer Sect Competition, Lin Xuan once showed his half-formed sword intent? I wonder if I can see it!"

"That's not necessarily, maybe it's just a rumor?"

"..."

The inner sect disciples on the field were discussing one after another, making it extremely noisy.

They were all shaken by Shen Anran's strength.

At the same time, many people looked at Lin Xuan, expecting that Lin Xuan would also show his artistic conception.

In the crowd, Chen Yuze's expression also moved slightly, his eyes shone brightly, and he looked at Shen Anran.

It is worthy of being the top existence among the ordinary disciples of the inner sect, the peak of Qi Transformation Realm.

The same is the prototype of the mood.

The other party displayed it, but it was much stronger than him.

It's not a problem to kill him in seconds.

However, he was paying more attention to Lin Xuan at this time.

He knew that the rumor from the outer door was true.

Because, at that time, Lin Xuan used his half sword intent when he was fighting against him.

Although only ten days have passed.

Lin Xuan's cultivation strength has soared more than tenfold.

I don't know if Lin Xuan has entered the state in terms of artistic conception.

But even with its current strength, the power has exploded, far from being comparable to before.

He also wanted to see the collision between the two artistic conceptions.

This time, can Lin Xuan continue to set records and maintain a winning streak?

on the ring.

"This is the power of the artistic conception in the peak realm of Qi transformation?"

Lin Xuan murmured and raised his brows.

A bit of surprise appeared in his eyes.

However, it's only a second.

Immediately, the sword in his hand slashed horizontally.

"Wind!"

A sword glow lingering in the gusty wind flew out, rapidly growing, turning into a giant ten meters.

A terrifying edge radiated from it.

Compared with the Chiyue Daomang who killed the opposite side, it is not inferior at all.

It is also the prototype of artistic conception, the prototype of sword intent.

Yes, in the face of Shen Anran, the prototype is enough to solve the problem.

The cold front scattered, causing the surrounding disciples to retreat again.

Looking at the two people in the arena, my heart was horrified.

Unexpectedly, the rumors are not true!

Lin Xuan, a new disciple, actually understood the mood!

Not to mention the formation of artistic conception, the prototype of this artistic conception also broke the record of the inner door!

Is this the talent of the top geniuses of the sect?

Everyone's perception of Lin Xuan was refreshed again.

I dare not treat him as a new disciple anymore.

on the ring.

opposite.

Shen Anran's expression darkened.

This was already his strongest blow, and even the rudimentary form of the sword intent he had been hiding broke out.

This is the trump card he intends to use to advance to the inner sect elite.

But he didn't expect that Lin Xuan actually understood the mood as rumored!

Even if it is only the prototype of the artistic conception, the opponent's display is not inferior to him at all.

This match is even more dangerous.

Shen Anran sighed inwardly.

But the matter has come to this point, we can only bite the bullet and continue the battle.

Immediately, under the attention of everyone on the field.

The ten-meter-long gale sword light slashed fiercely on top of the red moon sword light that was dozens of feet long.

Although Jianmang seems to be much smaller, his power is not bad at all, even a little more.

boom! !

A deafening explosion sounded.

The aftermath scattered with ripples visible to the naked eye, sending many disciples flying out of the field.

More disciples only felt their blood throbbing, and they almost endured it, spitting out a mouthful of blood.

Looking at the two people in the ring, he was even more shocked.

Even the aftermath is so strong!

What is the power of this frontal collision?

They couldn't even imagine it.

How can this be achieved by inner disciples? Even if it is not as good as the inner elite, it is not far behind, right?

Look at the ring again.

The sword light and the sword light exploded.

Lin Xuan stood still, completely unaffected.

On the opposite side, Shen Anran involuntarily retreated again and again, almost reaching the edge of the ring before stabilizing.

But before Shen Anran could take a breath, Lin Xuan's cold voice and the piercing sound of thorns could be heard.

Shen Anran heard the sound and looked around, and saw Lin Xuan appearing beside him, slashing at him.

"when?!!"

Shen Anran was horrified, but he didn't feel the slightest bit.

This movement speed is too terrifying, right?

If nothing else, this movement technique has completely surpassed him.

He even dared to believe that he had reached the level of the inner sect elite of the Condensation Rotation Realm.

But at this moment, he couldn't bear to think too much.

Lin Xuan's attack struck again.

Although this knife has no power and does not seem to be a martial art, its power is tyrannical, and combined with that terrifying speed, its power is also terrifying.

But Lin Xuan's attack was too sudden, he didn't have time to react, let alone dodge, he could only try to block it.

Clang!

There was a piercing metal vibration.

Sparks fly.

Shen Anran only felt a surging force pouring down like a wave, and the blade trembled, as if it might break at any time.

The tiger's mouth also burst in an instant, and blood flowed.

He couldn't bear it any longer, he spat out a mouthful of blood, and again involuntarily retreated backwards.

But he was already on the edge of the ring, where could he retreat?

In an instant, he fell into the ring and lost on the spot.

Lin Xuan, on the other hand, looked at Shen Anran who was smashed on the square with a cold expression, and slowly put away his sword.

His face remained calm.

As if nothing happened.

Swish!

Looking at this scene, the field instantly turned into a dead silence.

Everyone's eyes widened, and they stared blankly at Lin Xuan on the ring, their eyes full of shock.

After a few breaths, no one reacted.

Accompanied by the sound of gasping for breath in the blockbuster, the arena also became noisy and boiling.

"Is this too fast?"

"Brother Shen Anran just lost like this?"

"I haven't seen it yet?"

"Is this the strength of the top genius of the sect? Is it too strong?"

"..."

The crowd was in an uproar, shaking very much.

After seeing that both of them displayed their artistic conception, Shen Anran fell behind after a hard blow, and they knew that in this competition, Lin Xuan should be the winner.

But they never thought that, immediately after, they only felt a flower in front of them, and then after a shock, Shen Anran had already been blasted off the ring and lost.

Let them be unexpected.

Originally, the blow of the two people's artistic conception had already surpassed the Qi transformation state and was close to the condensed state of the inner sect elite.

But they didn't expect that Lin Xuan's speed was much faster than before, and none of them saw Lin Xuan's movement trajectory.

And Shen Anran should be the same, and was immediately knocked off the ring by Lin Xuan.

Everyone was shocked.

At the last moment, Lin Xuan was able to burst into even stronger strength, and solved the gambling battle in a way of almost instant kill!

How much is this Lin Xuan hiding?