Chapter 272                                                             

As he said that Lu Xuan danced lightly with one move, with the domineering spirit of a sword coming from the west and the ever-changing beauty, which made everyone in the Emei Sect scared that he actually knew the Emei sword technique!

The Emei Sword has strict and wonderful connections. When using the sword, the body style is about twisting, twisting, sweeping, tilting, and rolling.

The sword technique requires that the sword moves like a swallow flying, the sword falls like a wind stops, and the eyes are fast, and the results are very effective.

Thus, "When practicing, the five elements seem to be tangible, and you can move up and down, and you should follow the sword, and your eyes follow the sword.

The steps should follow the waist and the waist should move," fully reflecting the special style of Emei's sword technique "hard, soft, crisp, fast, and clever".

At this moment, Lu Xuan showed his complete appearance, and the old nuns and the young nuns in Emei were all shocked.

Several elders were sighing: "Martial arts genius, martial arts genius!"

Lu Xuan and Master Jing'an used the same sword technique to fight against each other, but Lu Xuan was increasingly gaining an advantage.

It can be imagined that Lu Xuan once again slapped her in the face, making her feel ashamed and angry!

After another fierce battle, the two separated instantly.

The sycamore tree behind Master Jing'an was broken on the spot by the huge impact.

Lu Xuan, who was about to hit a sycamore tree, suddenly kicked with one foot, and his body, which was originally flying backwards, rushed to Master Jing'an again at a faster speed.

The black giant sword in his hand was full of sword intent, and the murderous intent was soaked by the cold sword intent that the murderous intent became stronger. The huge sycamore tree he kicked on collapsed in an instant.

With a huge fighting spirit and a murderous intention, after a big battle, Lu Xuan was not exhausted at all, Master Jing'an was breathing heavily, and she had already fallen into a disadvantage.

Seeing Lu Xuan rushing over again, Master Jing'an had no chance to breathe. He took half a step back with his right foot, and set an arc in his hand, subliminating the murder to the gorgeous arc of art towards the black giant sword in Lu Xuan's hand.

Clang! Lu Xuan's sword became more powerful and powerful. What made Master Jing'an even more frightened was that Lu Xuan's battle became more courageous and more terrifying.

Lu Xuan even used Emei sword technique to fight against her, which was simply an insult to others!

"Puff!" As the two swords shook, the recoil force of the Ziyue Sword spread to Master Jing'an's body. She directly spit out a mouthful of blood, and then flew backwards.

At this moment, Lu Xuan looked at Master Jing'an coldly with the courage of being the only one. In his eyes, the dignified head of the Emei Sect was like an ant.

"Puff!" Master Jing'an spit out another mouthful of blood. She couldn't stand Lu Xuan's arrogant aura, because, just now, she looked at Lu Xuan despised this way.

But now it has turned around. This is a fact that the arrogant Master Jing'an cannot accept!

The sound of collision just now even trembled the entire earth, and the airflow triggered by the collision even brought up dust. The dust flew up, which made the entire sycamore forest smog.

When the smog dissipated, Lu Xuan's body stood straight, his eyes still cold and weird. Behind him, Master Jing'an, three meters away, had anger in his eyes.

"Ding!" A crisp sound came, and the purple moon sword in Master Jing'an's hand suddenly became two pieces, and the sword edge was inserted straight into the soil.

With one sword, the power of the ancient divine weapon Xuanyuan Sword is also unavoidable!

Master Jing'an murmured: "Impossible, this is impossible, how could I lose!"

The Ziyue Sword is a symbol of the position of the head. The sword is there, the head is there, the sword is dead, and the head abdicates!

This means that Master Jing'an has lost the position of head of the Emei Sect!

Until now, Master Jing'an cannot understand why Lu Xuan is so strong. The power he bursts out has the power that destroys the world.

"Awesome, it's so amazing," sighed by people from several families and martial arts families.

Tang Yong and the other seven sighed: "The boss is worthy of being the boss, he is just awesome!"

Tang Yun's eyes were like autumn water, and she was very happy to see Lu Xuan defeating Master Jing'an!

The arrogant Master Jing'an felt a little depressed and cruel, and decided to fight. She yelled: "Our Emei Sect is not just swordsmanship!"

As he said that, Master Jing'an took advantage of Lu Xuan's inattention and then took advantage of the situation to hit him with a punch.

Another sneak attack!

Everyone looked at Master Jing'an, a despicable and shameless old nun, and wanted to beat her to death.

Several elders of the Emei Sect looked at each other. They understood their respective eyes. The purple moon sword was broken, Jing'an had lost the identity of the leader, and had lost Emei's face, so they could only drive her out of Mount Emei!

Master Jing'an was fighting for both losses and wanted to reverse this bad situation. She was confident that with her own boxing strength, she could seriously injured the young man on the spot.

"Floating clouds piercing the clouds!" Master Jing'an roared and came violently!

This is the essence of the Emei Sect’s palm technique. The palm power is swallowed and spitted, and it flickered, which will pull away the enemy’s internal force and then attack!

The cold wind in the palm made Lu Xuan frown!

This palm not only used the strongest move of Master Jing'an, but also used all internal energy in his body to concentrate on this attack. Master Jing'an obviously wanted to achieve his merits in one battle.

It's just a pity that her mind did not escape Lu Xuan's eyes

Lu Xuan saw that as his internal strength became more and more refined, his five senses of eyesight became sharp, Master Jing'an noticed it as soon as he moved his eyes. With her roar, Lu Xuan immediately understood that this old nun was going to be killed.

Losing the position of head, Master Jing'an of course wanted to die with Lu Xuan!

Seeing the opponent's palm force, Lu Xuan rushed forward instead, narrowing the distance between the two a little closer.

At the same time, Lu Xuan quickly patted Master Jing'an's shoulder with his palms. Then, without waiting for the other party to react, he immediately slapped his left side with the recoil force.

Master Jing'an only heard a sound. First, his shoulders hurt, and his body surging blood and blood, which affected the internal strength of his movements. The fist in his hand couldn't help but slow down a little.

Because of this slowness, Master Jing'an's palm wind failed to hit Lu Xuan. Instead, after a pain in his chest, he almost had no intervals. The side of the palm, wrist and forearm he swung out were continuously slapped.

The force was not strong, but it hit her luck, and the first hit her palm happened to hit Tan Zhong.
Chapter completed!