Mu Shi felt the terrifying pressure coming from all directions, his expression suddenly changed drastically, because under that pressure, the surrounding space became solid.
Not only that, Mu Shi also felt that affected by that terrifying Sword Intent, his own movements seemed to have become a little sluggish.
Immediately, Mu Shi's expression turned fierce, and his hands continuously formed seals, as surging energy was extracted from his Nascent Soul.
As the hand seals continued to change, an equally powerful aura emanated from Mu Shi's body.
"One Blade Cuts the Throat, Hundred Steps Flying Sword!"
As the soft shout echoed, the Divine Sword in Lin Xuan's hand was suddenly thrown out. Under the blessing of terrifying Sword Intent and Origin Power, the long sword instantly tore through the sky, attacking Mu Shi.
And at the moment the Divine Sword pierced through the air, the frost-white Sword Qi Divine Dragon coiling around Lin Xuan's body let out a shocking dragon roar.
"Roar!!"
In the next moment, the frost-white Divine Dragon also followed the Divine Sword, carrying a destructive force, and crashed away.
"Otherworldly Demon Cave Heaven Finger!"
Seeing this, Mu Shi also pointed out a finger resolutely. Immediately, an incomparably huge, pitch-black giant finger appeared out of thin air, colliding head-on with the frost-white Divine Dragon.
Below, Little Marten, who was hiding in Lin Dong's body watching the battle, couldn't help but exclaim as he watched the fight between Lin Xuan and Mu Shi.
"What kind of monster is that? That Swordplay, damn near a Heavenly Martial Art. And that Mu Shi guy… his technique's no joke either!"
"Heavenly Martial Art?"
Lin Dong's stunned voice echoed inward.
Little Marten sighed, eyes flicking to the white-robed figure in the sky, calm as an immortal. Then to Lin Dong, clueless and starry-eyed.
"Forget it. That stuff's miles above you. Just train, kid."
After being looked down upon, Lin Dong couldn't help but touch his nose, and then he looked up, concentrating on the battle in the sky.
"Boom!"
The moment the frost-white Sword Qi Divine Dragon collided with the pitch-black giant finger, extremely terrifying energy ripples rippled out in the air.
After a moment of stalemate, a crack appeared on both the frost-white Divine Dragon and the pitch-black giant finger at the same time.
"Crack! Crack!"
That crack was like some kind of signal. In the next instant, the frost-white Divine Dragon and the pitch-black giant finger disappeared into the air at the same time.
And Lin Xuan, at the moment the Divine Sword flew out, followed closely behind the Divine Sword and flew out.
As the frost-white Sword Qi Divine Dragon disappeared, the Divine Sword also stagnated in the air because it lost the blessing of Sword Qi, but in the next moment, a large hand had already grasped it in its hand.
In the next instant, Lin Xuan attacked Mu Shi, who was already somewhat illusory due to excessive Nascent Soul Burning, at an even more terrifying speed.
"Swish!"
A sword light flashed, and Mu Shi looked at Lin Xuan who suddenly appeared in front of him, a look of horror flashed in his eyes, and he wanted to continue burning the little remaining Origin Power of his Nascent Soul to resist Lin Xuan's sword.
However, Mu Shi still underestimated the speed of this sword.
One Blade Cuts the Throat, Hundred Steps Flying Sword.The man was swifter than the sword.Even if you dodged the sword, how would you dodge the swordsman?
"斩!" (斩! - Zhan! roughly translates to "Cut!")
A brilliant sword light flashed across the sky, and at that moment, even the bright moon hanging high in the night sky paled in comparison to this sword light.
As the sword light streaked past, the entire world seemed to freeze in an instant.
In the air, Mu Shi's illusory figure was frozen there, motionless. Behind Mu Shi, the white-clothed figure was crouching in the air, his left hand holding the sword sheath and pressing down, his right hand pointing the long sword behind him.
On the ground, countless people stared blankly at the sky, at the two figures, one black and one white, standing back to back, unable to recover for a long time.
Not far away, Ling Qingzhu, standing on the Azure Lotus, also stared at Lin Xuan's back with a complicated expression. She had a premonition that she might never be able to surpass this man in front of her for the rest of her life.
Lin Dong, standing next to Little Flame, also stared blankly at Lin Xuan's back. He had never imagined that someone's strength could be so strong. At this moment, his heart seemed to have more pursuits, and even the loud shouts of Little Marten in his heart were blocked by him.
"Whoosh!"
At some unknown time, the bright moon once again sprinkled its clear moonlight on this ancient mountain forest, and the frosty chill finally awakened everyone.
"Clang!"
The long sword slowly returned to its sheath, and the not-so-loud sound was so clear in the silent night sky.
Lin Xuan stood up, slowly sheathing his long sword. Just as the long sword returned to its sheath, a gust of breeze swept past. The next moment, Mu Shi, who was standing behind him, the illusory Nascent Soul phantom, also dissipated into the heavens and earth with the night wind.
Under the gaze of countless people, Lin Xuan slowly turned around, his gaze gently sweeping across, and then directly fixed on Wang Yan.
The moment he was stared at by Lin Xuan, Wang Yan only felt that his entire soul had become icy cold, unable to feel the warmth that life should have.
"Lin Xuan," the Sword Saint said softly, "has never been an unreasonable man."
Some even wanted to sneer. Do you believe that yourself?
Of course, no one dared to say such words. Even Wang Yan could only obediently nod in agreement.
Wang Yan's mouth moved. "Sword Saint is absolutely right. Earlier… I was deceived. I handled things poorly. I hope you'll forgive me."
As he spoke, a look of heartache flashed in Wang Yan's eyes. Then, he took off the Universe Bag from his waist without hesitation and threw it to Lin Dong, who was on the side.
At the same time, he snatched the Universe Bags of Wang Pan and several other Core Formation Realm clansmen and threw them to Lin Ke'er, Lin Chen, and others.
Turning to them, he bowed slightly.
"It was all a misunderstanding. Please… let this go."
After saying that, Wang Yan's heart instantly relaxed, because he could feel that the plain gaze had shifted away from him.
Lin Xuan turned his head to look at Lin Langtian, who was being held in Wu Tao's hand, and then said.
"You can escort him back to the clan!"
As he spoke, Lin Xuan raised his hand and condensed a talisman, throwing it to Lin Ke'er. Then, he raised his head and nodded slightly to Ling Qingzhu, saying.
"Thank you, Miss Ling, for your patience today. Until we meet again."
He nodded politely, graceful, distant.
And like the last line of a poem, the wind stirred once more.