Eternal Swordmaster
Chapter 442 - 436: Return Part 1

Chapter 442: Chapter 436: Return Part 1

The others around quickly scattered.

When Yuan Jing level practitioners clash, the affected area can be extremely wide. Even if they control their power precisely, various problems can lead to a leakage of the combat.

If there’s a leakage that explodes, it could affect everything within at least a ten-mile radius.

The cultivators that came with the Daoist Master in the sky also understood this principle and quickly used their Escape Skills to get far away.

Lin Xin didn’t possess Yuan Jing, so he could only watch helplessly as they left. If he were a Yuan Jing Cultivator, he could have used Yuan Jing to encompass these people, rendering their Escape Skills useless.

But he only had the ability to fight against Yuan Jing, not the actual corresponding means.

With a wave of his hand, Lin Xin sent Zhao Ke and others to a red Void Ship not far away.

He glanced at the Daoist Master in the sky. The platinum Yuan Jing was covering almost up to his area.

"Let’s begin," he said.

Without wasting words, Lin Xin stomped his foot.

Boom!

With an explosion, Lin Xin vanished instantly, appearing right before the Daoist Master in the sky almost at the same time.

Clang, clang, clang, clang!

In an instant, a series of continuous clashes rang out, and a burst of firelight exploded between the two. Golden sparks flew and quickly turned into Runes, linking together and binding towards the Daoist Master in the sky.

But the chains were gently stirred by the platinum Yuan Jing and immediately broke apart.

Lin Xin moved incredibly fast, with a terrifying speed that was almost indescribable. Like a downpour, sword blades relentlessly poured down on his opponent. And each sword strike was terrifyingly powerful, easily reaching the strongest level of Dao Seeking.

The Daoist Master was also extraordinary. Within his platinum Yuan Jing, he could reduce the power of his opponent by thirty percent and increase his own power by the same amount. With this addition and subtraction, plus the inherent control of Yuan Jing over spiritual energy, air, and other factors to obstruct his opponent, he actually managed to fight on par with Lin Xin for the time being.

The two platinum Longswords clashed and collided in the air wildly, their outlines almost indiscernible, as the two continued fighting while plummeting down fiercely from the sky.

Boom!

The ground around them, within a ten-meter radius, exploded on its own, whether it was soil, rocks, or ships and living beings.

Suddenly, a golden Sword Light, like a crescent moon, spun out rapidly and harshly slashed the nearby cliff.

Crack!

The entire upper half of the cliff was cut off in an instant and slowly began to slide downwards.

The direction of the slide was right towards where the two were located.

Both paid no heed, shooting upwards simultaneously.

With a rumbling sound, the Daoist Master shattered the cliff and burst through the debris flying out.

Lin Xin followed closely, beckoning and pressing with his hand.

A huge chunk of the cliff, several tens of meters in diameter, violently slammed towards the Daoist Master in the sky.

"Yuan born, Yuan extinguished, Sword of No Affection," the Daoist Master stroked his Magic Sword.

His full beard danced in the wind.

Shh!

He finished his stroke at the tip of the sword, casting out a platinum sword blade.

That blade, upon being released, grew larger and longer as it caught the air,

then with a buzzing sound, suddenly split into dozens of segments, turning into scattering points of light, shooting fiercely towards the cliff.

Shh, shh, shh!

The cliff was sliced into countless Fragments in the blink of an eye, naturally disintegrating, and all the points of light kept shooting towards Lin Xin.

These points of light seemed to have an auto-tracking effect, swarming toward Lin Xin from all directions like living creatures.

Each point of light was hardly less powerful than what the Daoist Master could unleash with a single sword strike.

Clang!

A cluster of points was fiercely obliterated by Lin Xin.

But at the same moment, a sharp mental attack smashed into his mind, causing some pain.

Then all the other clusters of light, like bees, swarmed toward him.

Lin Xin gripped the sword in his hand tightly.

Hum!

In an instant, he chopped eighty-one times consecutively, with red Sword Lights like a cage appearing around him.

The cage of Sword Lights paused for an instant, then suddenly exploded and scattered, countering and neutralizing all the points of light from every direction.

Having dealt with these points, Lin Xin looked up and saw the Daoist Master chanting, with a huge broadsword, thick as a person, floating in front of him. The blade was slow to rotate and stood upright, with a black ’W’ pattern in the center and the edges emanating fine light that seemed to scatter like many delicate feathers. From a distance, the sword blade appeared to be engraved with many intricate and complex Runes.

An extremely intense sense of threat surged wildly from the other side, clearly indicating that the move the Daoist Master had spent so much time condensing was no ordinary technique.

"If that’s the case," Lin Xin said, as he raised the Yinluo Sword and gave it a gentle shake.

The platinum-colored Yinluo Sword immediately caught fire, with flames white around the edges rising to the sky, slowly enveloping Lin Xin within.

"Yinluo myriad forms, all life fades," he intoned as the activating Curse Script resounded, the blade of the sword vibrating massively.

Boom!

The entire blade exploded, turning into countless platinum light spots, which then flew out not far only to rapidly return and envelop Lin Xin, forming a huge sphere of flame more than ten meters across.

Hiss!

A giant wing pierced out from the fiery sphere, formed by a peacock’s display-like colorful radiance.

With a thunderous explosion, the white sphere completely dissipated, and a gigantic three-headed monster unfolded within it.

Bird head, lion body, peacock tail!

Dozens of meters in diameter, a huge monster made entirely of platinum flames hovered in the air. It took a deep breath and roared furiously at the Daoist Master above with its three heads.

Ying!!!

Like the cry of a child, the massive sonic wave completely distorted the air and space; the three platinum bird heads, still burning with white flames, let out a sonic wave that was as grating as it was piercing to the ears.

The sonic wave pushed everything directly in front of it aside.

The air disappeared, creating a slightly darkened and twisted channel in the empty space between Lin Xin and the Daoist Master above.

That was a space channel torn and twisted by the sonic wave.

The Daoist Master, together with the magic sword in front of him, vibrated violently, resisting the destructive sonic attack.

"This is...!!" The Daoist Master had not expected that the battle had only just begun and the opponent had already summoned such a gigantic monster.

"Is this the Yinluo Sword!?"

He also suddenly recognized the identity of the gigantic beast.

Yinluo Sword, a three-headed bird monster that brought drought and cracked earth wherever it went, feeding on humans and swallowing stones—one of the primordial Demon Gods!

In such a short time, he couldn’t imagine how Lin Xin had summoned the power of a Demon God to manifest.

Even if it was a Demon God’s manifestation, he had never seen such a gigantic manifestation before, and not many cultivators who practiced the Divine Path could summon a terrifying effect of this magnitude, right?

But at this time, he also brought out one of his three strongest magic swords as his spiritual energy was overflowing, reaching the point where he had to act.

Facing the Demon God’s manifestation, the Daoist Master remained unflinching, pointing his finger and shouting.

"Go!"

Clang!

The enormous magic sword that was wider than a man shook violently, then surprisingly softened rapidly, turning into a platinum light ribbon that spiraled toward Lin Xin.

The trace of the platinum ribbon lingered for a long time, as if forming circular patterns in the air like a carpet.

The Yinluo Sword stepped forward in the air with its lion-like limbs, its tail giving a single shake.

Hiss hiss hiss hiss!!

Suddenly, like the tail feathers of a peacock, countless colorful meteors scattered and shot upward, roaring toward the platinum light ribbon below.

The platinum spiral ribbon and the colorful meteors met head-on in a flash.

Boom!!!

For dozens of miles around, the tightness in space could be felt. A violent wind swept through as countless colorful meteors, with their unparalleled sharpness, smashed ruthlessly onto the platinum ribbon.

The colorful meteors had completely lost the fiery aura, replaced by another kind of evil, bizarre, and supremely violent deep aura.

"Yinluo Sword... You could actually summon such an ancient fierce deity directly..."

After the explosion, the sky cleared; the clouds above had long been blasted away, and sunlight shone down as if in golden columns, covering the range of dozens of miles, while the weather remained cloudy in the distance.

The Daoist Master looked gravely at the huge Yinluo Sword. The platinum light ribbon and the Yinluo Sword were locked in a standoff, apparently evenly matched.

But what alarmed him was the Yinluo Sword’s terrifying regenerative ability; the limbs that had been blasted apart by the explosion were regenerated in less than two breaths.

"Legend has it that the Yinluo Sword can evoke the Blood Fire from the depths of the Abyss. I just don’t know if yours can.... Cough cough!!" Suddenly, his expression changed and he looked down sharply at his chest.

There, unbeknownst to him, a pitch-black and bizarre flame was burning slowly.

The flame wasn’t big, just the size of a fist, but at the sight of this flame, the Daoist Master’s eyes filled with extreme terror.

"What is this!!!???"

Boom!

The black fire ignited his entire body in the blink of an eye.

"Boundless True Immortal!! Yun Guang Wan Li!!"

The Daoist Master let out a sudden roar, and a green halo emerged around his body, dispersing the black fire. He retreated in disarray, turning into a white sword light and streaking away.

The enormous magic sword was too late to leave, its entire body also bursting into black fire. In an instant, it melted into black liquid and dripped away.

The Yinluo Sword’s colossal body burst apart, dissolving into countless light spots and vanishing.

In the center, Lin Xin’s body appeared, unharmed.

"Without Yuan Jing, it’s still impossible to forcefully detain an opponent."

He sighed lightly, having witnessed the might of the Yinluo Sword.

This was the first time he had used the magic sword to summon the image of the Yinluo Sword. But what surprised him was that the image seemed to be more than just an image; as soon as it appeared, the nature of the flames released by the Formation had completely changed.

It had turned into another kind of terrifying aura that was ancient, evil, and violent. It seemed as though he had really summoned a fragment of the Ancient Evil God.

This fundamental change left him somewhat baffled, as he had never encountered such a situation during his initial experiments.

At the end, the Yinluo Sword almost instinctively used the attack where the tail feathers burst open into a sky full of meteors. He had prepared to engage in close combat, but unwittingly felt as if he was being controlled, thinking that this move was the strongest, and thus released it.

The result proved it to be so.

The Meteor Fire Rain was a feint; the stealthy black fire was the real deal. Even a veteran Yuan Jing Level cultivator like the Daoist Master was scared away.