The Xuanyuan Sword is transforming.
Like clouds, like shadows, ethereal and uncertain.
It's impossible to grasp the sword's trajectory, as if it's illusory, yet it is real.
At one mont it seems to be on the left, but then it moves to the right.
At one mont it appears to be advancing, but then it suddenly retreats.
In short.
Ling Wudeng stared at it for quite a while, feeling dizzy and unable to judge the path of the Xuanyuan Sword.
The sword is tangible.
Even his Black Sword, which is infused with the forces of darkness, can hide within the darkness.
Yet it still remains tangible.
In any case, the Black Sword can be truly touched and confronted.
However, the Xuanyuan Sword in Lin Fan's hand seems to not exist at all.
"This..."
Ling Wudeng involuntarily gasped, already sensing the threatening aura of the Xuanyuan Sword, causing him to shudder and unexpectedly feel a hint of regret.
If only he hadn't let Lin Fan draw his sword.
"Regret it now?" Lin Fan sneered and teased.
He had already seen Ling Wudeng's expression, with the four big characters on his face: endless regret.
"Nonsense! There's no such thing as regret in my dictionary!"
Ling Wudeng had to maintain his dignity, as no one wants to admit defeat before taking action. At least he, Ling Wudeng, wouldn't.
However, his excitent betrayed his inner panic.
Moreover.
The eyes never deceive.
His gaze never left the Xuanyuan Sword.
Lin Fan smiled, saying nothing.
"Well, if you don't regret, please go ahead, Ling attendant. Because this is your last chance to attack."
Arrogant!
Presumptuous!
Domineering!
Though Lin Fan's voice was calm as water, each word exploded like a bomb in Ling Wudeng's mind.
"You... you..."
Ling Wudeng was so mad that his face turned red, veins bulging, nose crooked and mouth askew.
"You're simply courting death!"
Just as the words fell.
He flew out instantly, his Black Sword aiming straight for Lin Fan's head.
Lin Fan remained motionless.
A breath!
Two breaths!
The Black Sword had reached Lin Fan's throat, the sword's black fus surging crazily, as if sensing impending bloodshed.
Ling Wudeng took the opportunity to glance at Lin Fan's hand.
The Xuanyuan Sword was still at his side.
Hmph!
This ant speaks arrogantly but can't withstand a blow.
Even if Lin Fan reacted now, raised the Xuanyuan Sword to block, it would be too late.
No chance of survival at all.
Just a milliter more, and the Black Sword would pierce into Lin Fan's throat.
Next would be the scene of blood splattering everywhere.
Ling Wudeng was excitedly thinking he was about to succeed.
Clang!
A sound of tal clashing, sparks flying.
"What?!"
Ling Wudeng shouted, his arm numbed to an unbearable degree, almost dropping the Black Sword.
Impossible!
Clearly Xuanyuan Sword was still at his side, clearly there was no ti to react.
The golden light in front shattered his proud fantasy.
The Xuanyuan Sword was upright in front of him, effortlessly blocking the blow, as if no force was exerted.
Lin Fan's gaze remained extrely calm.
Ling Wudeng got parried away, his heart panicked, fearing Lin Fan would press the attack. Before steadying himself, he staggered back in a panic, utterly embarrassed, like a dog beaten and fleeing, losing all aura of the most formidable attendant on the Suru Continent.
However.
Lin Fan still didn't move, not even contemplating pursuit.
The reason is simple.
To slay Ling Wudeng, he now has a hundred ways, no need for chaotic attack.
Ling Wudeng stumbled to find footing, discovering Lin Fan had no intention of attacking, revealing an awkward look.
What's happening, what's happening?!
Clearly the Xuanyuan Sword was at his side, his sword had already touched his throat.
Unless...
Unless Lin Fan has a speed of one billionth of a breath!
Yet.
For a Ninth Rank Saint Emperor, how could such terrifying speed be possible, absolutely impossible.
Absolutely impossible!
He refuses to believe.
"Ant, what trick are you playing?! Daring to mock , use your skills openly like a real man!"
Ling Wudeng was completely panicked.
If even such an opportunity couldn't be seized, what chance is there to kill Lin Fan?
Virtually no chance.
Lin Fan sighed deeply, shrugging helplessly.
"Excuses, only excuses. Why can't you admit, you're inferior? Bearing the title of the greatest attendant on the Suru Continent, sounds nice, yet rely a sycophant playing along with others' whims."
"You!"
"You!"
"You!"
Ling Wudeng snapped three tis, speech cut short each ti. His blood surged, a tallic taste from his gut rushed up, nearly spewing from his throat.
"You've angered to death, angered to death. You're done for, Lin Fan, today is your demise!"
Suddenly.
A strong wind arose, clouds churned.
This ti.
The density of dark mist and clouds surpassed before, layer upon layer, engulfing all sunlight around.
Less than a breath.
The surroundings beca pitch black, hands unseen.
"Using this trick again."
Lin Fan said listlessly, rolling his eyes.
Whoosh!
Ling Wudeng had slipped into the darkness, disappearing with the Black Sword.
Amidst pitch black, the gloom silent, still.
Only the gale occasionally whistled past Lin Fan's ears.
Looking around.
Everywhere was black.
As far as the eye could see.
Ink-like darkness.
Yet this ti, Lin Fan's heart was devoid of any panic and fear.
Even knowing Jie Yuan and the Fifth Sword Emperor wouldn't appear again, he faced Ling Wudeng alone.
The gale masked Ling Wudeng's movents.
The Black Sword camouflaged him into the night.
The power of darkness pressed towards Lin Fan once more, suffocating pressure.
Had it been an ordinary person, they might have been scared witless, fleeing in terror.
But Ling Wudeng faced Lin Fan.
Having known despair without fear, how could the second ti cause panic?
Though unable to see, Lin Fan's ears perked, seeking clues amidst the whistling wind.
The gale blew into his ears.
His clothing rustled audibly.
He was perfectly calm within.
Suddenly!
He spun around, casually slashing the Xuanyuan Sword.
Swish!
A golden flare swept by, the light seemingly casting shadows, swaying into the darkness.
Whew—
Whew—
Two heavy breaths instantly reached Lin Fan's ears, his eyes instantly wide, flashing a sharp chill.
He swung the high-held Xuanyuan Sword down fiercely.
Boom!
The Xuanyuan Sword exploded with vast, grand golden light, as if borrowing radiance from the sky.
Sunlight burst through the dark mist clouds, piercing a hole, shining on the Xuanyuan Sword.
This ray seed to extend the sword's body, like an infinite, enormous sword blade, slicing down.
Ling Wudeng's dark mist clouds crumbled, like child's play.
In an instant.
Sunlight filled every corner of darkness, shattering the dark space, splitting it in two.
Bang!
The dark mist clouds vanished in a blink.
Thud! Clang!
Ling Wudeng and the Black Sword fell to the ground simultaneously.
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