234: Chapter 233 Wind Realm 234: Chapter 233 Wind Realm “It’s useless, no one can find !”
The voice of the black-robed youth echoed around, ethereal, making it impossible to locate his true body.
“You can try,” Lin Xuan replied with a cold smile at the corner of his mouth.
“Since you wish to die, I shall grant your wish!” The black-robed youth’s voice was ice-cold.
As the words fell, the air to Lin Xuan’s left suddenly ripped apart, and a black scythe rcilessly slashed down.
Whoosh!
A flash of sword light streaked by, precisely striking the edge of the scythe, the terrible force directly causing the blade to veer off course.
Boom!
The black scythe struck the ground, carving out a crack as nurous pebbles tumbled to either side.
The hard black ground finally broke in this instant.
With one successful strike, Lin Xuan’s gaze beca piercing, and he thrust the Autumn Trace Sword in his hand again, as quick as lightning.
But by this ti, the black-robed youth’s body had already vanished.
“Wind Emperor’s Sword!”
Lin Xuan executed the Wind Emperor’s Sword to perfection, the sword body becoming transparent as if it disappeared, leaving only the hilt visible.
This scene was extrely eerie, as if the longsword had been broken in half.
Yet, a smile ford on Lin Xuan’s lips.
Thump!
Bang!
A muffled sound rose from the air, followed by the appearance of a figure.
“What?
He actually hit him!”
The surrounding crowd stared at the disheveled figure of the black-robed youth, their faces filled with shock to the extre.
“Impossible, how did he discover him!” the disciples from Shadow Hall scread.
Even so elders frowned.
“He guessed, he definitely guessed!”
The shock on the black-robed youth’s face had not faded, and he, like those disciples, believed that Lin Xuan’s strike was a guess.
He had grasped a hint of the Wind Realm, able to rge into the wind, invisible to the average person, let alone striking him!
Thinking this, the black-robed youth cald down.
His body flickered, and he vanished from the spot once again.
Swoosh!
A black sword light tens of ters long streaked across the sky, while the body of the Black Robed Man had not appeared.
Whoosh!
A dazzling sword light shone, like a cold glint, illuminating half the arena.
Thud!
The Black Robed Man’s body was shaken out again, stumbling back seven or eight steps before stopping.
“This can’t be possible!” he finally lost his composure.
Lin Xuan did not respond but quickly launched an attack.
The Wind and Thunder Power coursed through him, Lin Xuan’s speed reaching an extre.
Any attentive person would notice Lin Xuan’s body becoming faint, sotis barely detectable.
Thunder surged, fierce winds roared, Wind and Thunder blended, terrifying Sword Qi tearing the sky.
With one thrust, the air within ten ters around was completely vacated.
Clang!
The black-robed youth held a two-ter-long black scythe in the air, forming a half-circle, blocking Lin Xuan’s sword light.
But the next mont,
Lin Xuan was already by his side.
His left fist, like a dragon, ferociously burst forth.
Thunder clashed, instantly striking the black scythe, the terrible force making the Black Robed Man retreat by more than ten ters.
“Wind Emperor’s Sword!”
The sword light vanished and reappeared already stabbing towards the front of the Black Robed Man.
Rip!
The black robe was torn, and a half-ter-long sword mark appeared on Shadowless’s body.
Fortunately for him, a black aura protected his body, so the sword did not injure him.
However, his disheveled appearance only fueled his rage even more.
“How dare you humiliate , your death is well deserved!”
Shadowless tore open his black robe, revealing a set of dark armor beneath.
It was as if a martial artist had erged from hell itself; Shadowless was shrouded in a dark miasma, exuding a ghastly and ominous aura.
“Death Scythe!”
With a low shout from Shadowless, the black scythe ford a terrifying offensive, its sharp edge causing the ground to develop horrifying cracks.
The black wind blades enveloped Lin Xuan, capable of tearing a person apart with a re touch.
Such an attack, even martial artists at the Spirit Sea Seventh Layer would likely be unable to withstand.
“Lightning Storm!”
Lin Xuan channeled his Spiritual Power, creating a terrifying scene within dozens of ters around him.
Wind and Thunder mingled, the gale howled fiercely, akin to a Heavenly Tribulation.
The two forces collided, producing intense energy fluctuations and violent gusts that swept in all directions.
Whoo!
The overflowing Energy quickly spread to the edge of the arena, making everyone feel suffocated, unable to resist.
Humming!
The black arena emitted a glow, forming a semi-transparent barrier at its edge, blocking the storm on the stage.
The crowd breathed a sigh of relief, once again looking towards the center of the action.
In front of Shadowless, the two-ter-long black scythe ford a terrifying wind blade attack.
At the sa ti, he drew black Runes with one hand, transforming them into a rain of black light that surged towards Lin Xuan.
Lin Xuan slowly raised the Autumn Trace Sword above his head, his aura becoming increasingly sharp.
Like a Divine Sword unsheathed, a heaven-shaking Sword Intent burst forth, accompanied by a Dragon Roar.
Behind him, a ferocious dragon head appeared, as if hidden in the shadows.
Sword Qi roared, tearing the air above to shreds, and the terrifying Sword Intent swept in all directions.
At that mont, everyone in the valley looked over, their eyes filled with shock.
“Sword Intent!”
“This is Sword Intent!”
The onlookers were stunned, and the expression of Ying Country’s elder turned incredibly somber.
“Sword Intent is one of the most terrifying thods of attack!”
At this mont, Lin Xuan’s montum had climbed to an indescribable height; it seed that no one below the Spirit rging Realm could resist.
“Such a terrifying Sword Intent!”
Disciples like Liu Qing and Ding Zhe, who were previously unconvinced, were all left dumbfounded.
In the distance, incomparable geniuses like Zi Ye and Yu Fei also revealed grave expressions.
“Death Dance!”
Shadowless looked towards the figure ahead, his body trembling slightly.
He gripped the black Scythe tightly, running his Spiritual Power wildly.
Dozens of black edges appeared around his body, forming sharp Sword Lights together with the black scythe.
Whoosh!
Whoosh!
As the Scythe spun, it carried with it the breath of death, like specters dancing in the night.
As the most outstanding disciple of Shadow Hall, Shadowless unleashed his full strength at this mont.
Lin Xuan stood as immovable as a boulder, sensing an imminent deathly danger.
Nonetheless, this could not shake his confidence.
“Wind Thunder Slash!”
The Autumn Trace Sword thundered down, carrying with it the Great Dragon Sword Intent, slashing through the air like a Heavenly Blade.
Air waves flew sideways, and a vacuum zone of fifty ters was created in the center, where the terrifying sword light instantly subrged everything in front.
And Shadowless, with the dance of the black scythe, transford into a huge scythe phantom, slicing upwards in defiance.
Most of the arena lit up, the spectators unable to see clearly, nor daring to probe with their Soul Power.
Sword Intent was exceptionally sharp, said to be capable of slicing through nothingness, much less Soul Power!
At the edge of the arena, semi-transparent light rippled like bubbles, seeming like it could shatter at any mont.
The crowd instinctively stepped back three ters, watching the arena intently.
After a long ti, the sword light finally vanished, and clarity was restored to the arena.
The people couldn’t wait to look towards the stage and imdiately gasped in shock.
The exceedingly hard floor displayed a terrifying Sword Mark, over thirty ters long.
Within the crack, a figure swayed, on the verge of collapse.
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