246: Chapter 245: One Hand is Enough!
246: Chapter 245: One Hand is Enough!
Zi Xin’s words sent shockwaves through the hearts of the two purple-clothed martial artists, they knew this was a sign that Zi Xin was about to get angry.
The two of them, working together, had actually failed to take down a boy, which is indeed sowhat shaful to admit.
“The strongest strike, Purple Illusion Heart Piercing!”
Their palms touched as they continuously spun their bodies, like spinning tops.
Buzz!
Buzz!
The air vibrated nonstop, and the trees on both sides were uprooted, turning into dust in midair.
Pierce!
A purple vortex flew out, its center containing two cold lights, like the eyes of a fierce beast, filled with a dangerous aura.
Lin Xuan’s lips tightened slightly, the aura around his body rose again, thunder surged, forming peculiar runes.
With a flip of his palm, the Red Fla Greatsword appeared in his hand.
The heavy back of the sword, the broad blade, this Heavy Sword once again emanated a dark red glow.
Like an imprint, ever-fluctuating runes appeared on the sword body, filled with a mysterious air.
In an instant, the thunder covering Lin Xuan wrapped around the sword, forming sharp serrations.
Holding the sword with both hands, Lin Xuan swung with all his might.
Woosh!
Crack!
This strike contained all of Lin Xuan’s strength, the fierce power tore the air apart.
Boom!
The Heavy Sword struck the purple vortex, unleashing a thunderous explosion.
An extrely unstable wave of energy spread outwards, turning everything it passed into ash.
At the epicenter, a light column three ters in diater shot into the sky, scattering all the clouds and mist high above.
Zi Xin’s body floated down, as light as a feather landing on the ground.
His eyes flickered with purple light as he looked ahead.
The next mont, his brows furrowed, and his complexion gradually darkened.
Once all the light faded, Lin Xuan’s voice beca apparent.
The thunder around him had disappeared, but his Red Fla Greatsword was dripping with crimson blood.
A pungent sll of blood filled the air, enough to make one feel nauseous.
Five ters in front of him, the ground was concave, revealing a crater over ten ters in diater, with countless cracks spreading out from around it.
In the pit, there were two lumps of mushy substances, still laced with the power of thunder.
Zi Xin’s face turned dark; he had seen that strike clearly.
Lin Xuan had used sheer brute force to reduce his two subordinates to mush; that terrifying power made even him slightly change color.
“Good, your strength is beyond my expectations; this makes it even more fun.”
Zi Xin quickly regained his composure, but the killing aura on his body intensified.
He slowly extended a hand and said in a disdainful tone, “One hand, that’s all I’ll need to deal with you!”
If there were bystanders, their jaws would undoubtedly drop.
Who was Lin Xuan?
He was the champion of this year’s Engraving Tower competition, his strength dominating among the younger generation!
And now soone claid they could deal with him using just one hand; clearly, Zi Xin was a madman.
Lin Xuan, watching the arrogant youth before him, didn’t respond with disdain.
Instead, he sensed an indescribable feeling of crisis in Zi Xin.
As a swordsman, he trusted his own feelings very much.
Therefore, he planned to go all out.
Putting away the Red Fla Greatsword, Lin Xuan drew the Autumn Trace Sword.
Sword light like rippling water, illuminating all directions.
The fierce Sword Intent surged within him, ready to break out at any mont.
On the other side, Zi Xin didn’t rush forward; a wicked smile appeared on his lips.
“Perhaps you’ll et your demise without even lifting a finger!”
His eyes flashed with purple light, the Purple Extre Demon Pupil suddenly activated, and the Purple Flas leaped towards Lin Xuan.
“Slash!”
The Soul Sword flew out, turning into invisible Sword Qi, slicing towards the purple Spiritual Fire.
The two collided midair, like the clashing of knives and swords.
“Divide!”
Zi Xin’s gaze shifted, and the purple fire in the air split into two.
One orb restrained the Soul Sword, and the other rapidly lunged towards Lin Xuan.
Everywhere it passed, the broken trees ignited, instantly turning into ash.
Hum!
Lin Xuan suddenly drew his sword, and the Wind Thunder Sword Light flashed out, cleaving the Purple Fire.
The Great Dragon Sword Intent surged, making the attack of this sword several tis more powerful; the Sword Qi had yet to arrive, but the ground was already marked with nearly a hundred ters of cracks.
Hiss!
As it was hit by the impact, the Purple Fire ca to a halt, constantly changing shape under the pressure of the Sword Qi.
Whoosh!
Eventually, the Purple Fire dissipated and the Soul Sword flew back.
Lin Xuan and Zi Xin stood opposite each other at a distance.
“Peak of Second Grade Soul Power, truly impressive!” Zi Xin snapped his fingers, and a fla appeared at his fingertips.
The purple flas, small but jumping vigorously, were tiny yet emitted a terrifying aura.
Lin Xuan dared not be careless; he danced his longsword and thrust swiftly.
Whoosh!
Swish!
Brilliant sword light surged like a strear, thunderously chopping down.
The air vibrated continuously, exploding and blowing apart the surrounding mountain peaks.
Faced with this fierce strike, Zi Xin smiled disdainfully, flicked his finger lightly, and the purple fla dashed forward at high speed.
Like a dancing sprite, the tiny purple fla collided with the Sword Qi, rging continuously.
It was like cold ice eting raging flas, emitting a hissing sound.
The materialized Sword Qi suddenly displayed crack-like fissures, which then quickly expanded.
Lin Xuan’s pupils contracted sharply; the horror of this fla was beyond his imagination.
“Wind Emperor’s Sword!”
Lin Xuan again swung out with his sword, and all the roaring winds disappeared, leaving seemingly only this sword in the whole world.
Crack!
Crack!
The original Sword Qi, under the baking of the purple fla, beca broken and shattered in the end.
However, what followed was an even more ferocious Sword Qi assault.
Boom!
The thunder-like sound echoed from mid-air, and the purple fla was knocked away, its color dimming considerably.
Seeing this, Lin Xuan’s figure flickered like lightning, stabbing towards Zi Xin.
Seeing his purple flas hindered again, Zi Xin’s face darkened.
His right hand opened with five fingers, and tendrils of purple fla burst from his palm, forming a fiery palm.
Whoosh!
One push of the palm, and half the sky beca a sea of fire.
The Sword Light flickered, and the endless flas were split in half; amidst the raging inferno, Lin Xuan blazed a trail.
Swoosh!
His figure flickered once more, disappearing from sight.
The longsword in his hand stabbed with a fierce montum towards Zi Xin’s brow.
Scram!
Zi Xin’s five fingers ford into claws, with flas bouncing atop, ruthlessly clawing forward.
Ding, Ding, Ding!
In an instant, Lin Xuan stabbed out hundreds of swords, clashing against the fiery palm, resulting in a continuous string of explosive sounds.
“Great Dragon Sword Intent!”
Lin Xuan’s gaze sharpened, and his attacks beca even more ferocious.
Many of the flas atop Zi Xin’s palm were extinguished by the Sword Intent, revealing his pale palm.
Crack!
Zi Xin exerted force, grabbing the Autumn Trace Sword.
His expression then turned ferocious: “Kid, I’m not in the mood to play with you anymore, go to hell!”
A huge aura surged from within his body, overwhelming like Ten Thousand Mountains, set to crush everything.
The surrounding rocks and trees were pulverized by this invisible montum, and even the ground sank half a foot.
The bones in Lin Xuan’s body cracked under the pressure; he tried with all his might to withdraw his longsword but found it useless.
“Kid, today you’ll witness the horror of a Half-step Soul Fusion Realm expert!”
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