Capítulo 1385: Chapter 1386: An Unstoppable Sword
Lin Qian stood still, unmovingly, making Yuan Jingtian chuckle softly. With a grasp of space, a mysterious black soul device staff appeared in his hand, exuding terrifying power.
An Immortal Item soul device, of unordinary quality; the re potency emanating from the soul energy was already enough to make one feel nervous.
However, in the face of Saint Yuan, Lin Qian remained fearless. As the soul device surged within him, his eyes narrowed slightly, and the emperor eyes opened.
With soul energy fully unleashed, it flickered with a twelve-layered soul light, yet it wasn’t emperor soul energy, rather one gold and one blue.
The crimson-gold thunder soul energy and the white orchid ice cold soul energy perated on either side of him.
Looking at Lin Qian, who was covered in twelve layers of soul light, Saint Yuan even had an illusion for a mont, feeling that he was facing Lin Ancestor instead of Lin Qian.
Yet, in the next mont, Saint Yuan regained his senses, swung the mysterious staff in his hand, and shouted towards Lin Qian, “Be careful!”
Whoosh!
With the sound of air being torn apart, Saint Yuan disappeared in the blink of an eye from Lin Qian’s sight, and in the next mont, he was already in front of him.
The mysterious staff in his hand thrust straight at Lin Qian’s abdon with considerable force.
anwhile, Lin Ancestor and others had already joined forces to condense the Taoist soul energy, sealing the space around them to prevent their battle from affecting the surroundings.
And also to prevent those powerful beings of the Immortal Clan from sensing the commotion here.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
As Saint Yuan attacked, the qi force vibrated, constantly colliding with the barrier created by everyone, rebounding back and forth, producing a dull echo.
On the mysterious black staff, terrifying power was brewing, earth-shatteringly.
Under one staff strike, an ordinary Saint Realm being could not possibly withstand it—this single strike would take their life.
But Lin Qian was not an ordinary Saint Realm being.
In his pupils, athyst-gold light flickered.
The Elental Artifact Heart and Elental Components instantly transford, condensing into a black sword body, exuding crimson-gold patterns, lightning flickering, roaring relentlessly.
Thunder Night Sword!
Upon seeing the sword body of Thunder Night Sword, Lin Ancestor’s expression was a bit surprised.
Tang Ying beside him also paused for a mont, looking at her husband: “Isn’t this your martial soul? Exactly the sa.”
“Indeed, exactly the sa!” Lin Ancestor also let out a soft laugh. His son, though resembling him closely, wielded the Thunder Night Spear.
But his grandson was exactly the sa as himself, astonishingly.
“Father, I forgot to ntion sothing.” At this mont, Lin Di spoke as if recalling sothing, “Qianer’s martial soul is sowhat different, perhaps no one in the Human Clan is quite like him.”
Lin Di’s words puzzled Lin Ancestor; this martial soul seed normal, nothing different.
Indeed, he couldn’t discern anything, nor could Saint Yuan.
But seeing the Thunder Night Sword, he felt a surge of emotion, not expecting his grandson to inherit his martial soul.
Under the collision with the opponent’s mysterious staff, the sword body, flickering with crimson-golden thunder, exploded like a roaring Thunder Dragon.
Crackle!
Accompanied by the crackling of thunder, a massive electric net instantly ford, spreading out, entwining the opponent’s mysterious staff.
Suddenly, Yuan Jingtian felt a terrifying and domineering force passing from his mysterious staff, beyond his imagination.
This force didn’t seem to co from a Saint Realm Soul Martial Artist, but rather like a Mixed Elent Realm powerhouse clashing with him.
With this in mind, Yuan Jingtian reversed the direction of the staff in his hand, swinging it towards Lin Qian again.
Simultaneously, a terrifying force erupted once again. Yuan Jingtian’s muscles tensed, unleashing his full power without holding back.
The full force burst beyond imagination, and beneath the eruption of qi force, the dirt beneath their feet flew up.
Whirl! Whirl!
The movent of the staff stirred up a ferocious wind, sweeping over.
Initially, Yuan Jingtian thought this staff strike could determine victory or defeat, settling the situation completely.
But at that mont, a biting cold air surged forth, seemingly lowering the surrounding temperature significantly, carrying a white-blue gleam as it slashed over.
This cunning and unusual directional swing of the staff was thought to secure victory, ending the fight.
Little did he expect a vastly powerful force transmitting again from the mysterious staff, strength beyond his imagination.
Moreover, the sharp cold air spread along his staff, as white ice crystals began to cover his staff.
On the staff body, it imdiately condensed into sothing akin to an ice crystal armor, forcing Yuan Jingtian to retreat to avoid the edge.
When he looked down, he realized the entire mysterious staff was covered in ice crystals, the power of the cold air undeniable.
In fact, this force was quite familiar to him. Lin Ancestor’s daughter-in-law had the royal bloodline of the ice dragon clan; it was this cold air.
When he looked up ahead, he finally understood what was happening.
In Lin Qian’s other hand, he held a white long sword exuding cold air, adorned with cloud patterns.
Elental Weapon Armant.
This Lin Qian surprisingly had two martial souls, dual swords in hand.
Lin Ancestor was thoroughly shocked—dual martial souls, such a case had never happened among the Human Clan, yet now it was displayed before him.
This miracle was clearly displayed before him, leaving him profoundly excited.
“To think, dual martial souls!” Lin Ancestor took a deep breath, understanding why his son Lin Di said Lin Qian’s martial soul was special.
Lin Qian waved the dual swords in his hand, the characteristics of the martial souls fully unleashed.
Physical body and soul energy simultaneously enhanced and augnted.
Strength increased, a thousandfold!
“Be careful!” Lin Qian returned the words to Yuan Jingtian before rushing forward.
Boom!
The ground beneath Lin Qian’s feet instantly burst apart, and his figure vanished from the spot, actively attacking.
His speed startled Yuan Jingtian.
Feeling the crisis, Yuan Jingtian hurriedly raised the mysterious staff in his hand to shield himself.
Clang! Clang! Clang!
A continuous series of tallic collision sounds rang out, leaving Yuan Jingtian’s heart pounding.
Amidst the flickering sword light before him, a thunder and an ice sword rapidly and continuously slashed towards him, the sound of clashing resounding continuously.
Facing Lin Qian’s storm-like onslaught, Yuan Jingtian was montarily unable to withstand it, hastily retreating.
At that mont, Lin Qian suddenly collided the dual swords together, transforming into the Emperor Sword, condensing the imperial robe of the emperor intent, and Nine Dragons forged into the sword body.
A horrifying pressure instantly gathered within his body.
As the sword slashed down, the radiant golden sword qi fiercely cut towards the opponent.
“Emperor Sword!”
A sword descends like mountains and rivers, as if a nation’s suppression.
Yuan Jingtian gazed at the sword, instilling fear in his heart, knowing he couldn’t withstand this sword.
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