Inverse Sword Mad God
Chapter 660 - 660 658 One Move Determines the Winner

660: Chapter 658: One Move Determines the Winner 660: Chapter 658: One Move Determines the Winner However, in the silence of the ancient mansion, there sat a person.

This figure was sitting under the moonlight, appearing somewhat lonely.

But upon closer inspection, one could seemingly discover a different kind of aura.

Moreover, below there occasionally flashed sharp, cold glows.

These glows were very sharp, cold like the chill of ice, piercing one’s soul with pain.

This figure was naturally Xiao Li, who was slowly polishing his long sword.

The sword was pitch-black and simple in appearance, it looked no different from a common blade at a glance, nothing special about it.

However, Xiao Li’s expression was very meticulous, as if he were facing the most precious treasure in the world; his movements were gentle and soft, wiping every part of the long sword extremely clean.

To him, this black long sword was his life.

Lin Xuan sped all the way and finally arrived above the ancient castle, he saw Xiao Li below but didn’t make a sound, just quietly watched.

This was a form of respect for Xiao Li; as a swordsman, he too knew the significance of a weapon to a martial artist.

Especially swordsmen and swordsmen, who regard it as their very life.

Moreover, he often polished the Wind Shadow Sword and the Star Trace Sword; he was very calm every time he did this, so he knew that Xiao Li should not be disturbed at this moment.

Lin Xuan descended slowly, like a cloud, lightly settling down within the ancient mansion.

Xiao Li didn’t turn around, still slowly polishing the black long sword.

With his strength, he should have long sensed Lin Xuan’s presence, yet he acted as if he didn’t know.

Time flowed, and in the blink of an eye, two hours had passed.

During this time, Xiao Li kept silently polishing his black long sword, while Lin Xuan, like a statue, stood in silence.

He didn’t speak, nor did he even move.

When Xiao Li finished the last wipe, he tightened his grip on the long sword in his hand.

Afterward, his entire demeanor changed, no longer the previous solitude and loneliness but replaced by a cold and sharp edge.

His whole being was like a blade, arrogant sharpness taken to the extreme.

“Come, I will go all out in this fight!”

Xiao Li knew that he and Lin Xuan were not familiar with each other; the other party’s quiet waiting for two hours was surely for the sake of a battle.

“Good!”

Lin Xuan said in a deep voice, then drew out the Wind Shadow Sword from his waist.

An even more fierce and aggressive aura surged out, filling the surroundings of the ancient mansion.

Their gazes met, akin to sword light and shadow, causing the entire void to emit cracking sounds.

“We’ll decide the outcome with one move!”

Xiao Li said, his voice as cold as a blade’s edge.

Lin Xuan was shocked, and then nodded slowly.

No matter what the opponent’s approach was, he would not lose.

Deciding the outcome with one move might seem like a fantasy in the eyes of other martial artists, yet for swordsmen and swordsmen, one move was enough.

The two confronted each other, their momentum climbing higher and higher, like divine swords and heavenly blades standing erect in the ancient mansion.

Around them, filled with countless fine sword lights and shadow, a unique area was formed.

That power was terrifying, even a Half-step Venerable that entered would probably be instantly slain.

The two hadn’t made a move yet, but that aura was enough to make everyone tremble unabated.

However, that aura didn’t stop there, still rapidly climbing.

Lin Xuan was very cautious, he had to bring out all his power for this move.

Numerous Sword Qi condensed behind him, a True Dragon Illusion raised its head and roared to the heavens.

The voice was low and desolate, full of power that blasted the air above to smithereens.

Before him, there appeared the phantom of a longsword.

The dragon head, the sword body, although somewhat dim, was filled with a shocking power.

Opposite him, Xiao Li’s pupils constricted violently; he could naturally feel the pressure emanating from the dragon-shaped longsword.

With a low shout, he too summoned his Martial Soul Embryo.

His Martial Soul was naturally that of the Long Sword, and its embryo merged with the jet-black longsword in his hands, greatly amplifying Xiao Li’s aura.

The seemingly primitive and lusterless jet-black longsword, now like ink jade, shone with a crystal brilliance, and a heaven-startling fierce aura leaked from it.

The two young men exuded a terrifying power comparable to that of Venerable Level, and anyone present would no doubt have their jaws drop.

Because the aura of these two was too strong, they could even battle a Venerable.

Lin Xuan was equally shocked in his heart; he had guessed right, Xiao Li’s strength was absolutely formidable, and he likely stood at the very top amongst Heavenly Prides.

Just considering his aura, it was even stronger than Yan Chitian’s!

It’s possible that the opponent was only a step away from the true Martial Soul.

This was an extremely powerful adversary, and Lin Xuan believed that the victor of this battle would be able to rapidly condense the real Martial Soul.

Therefore, he must win this time.

The two stood off against each other, searching for the other’s weak points, preparing to deliver a fatal strike.

They concentrated all their energy on each other, with no surplus strength to scout the surroundings.

At this moment, another figure appeared swiftly above the ancient house.

Enshrouded in black mist, the figure was like a ghostly apparition, emitting not a trace of aura.

He had a cold gleam in his eyes as he fixed his gaze on Lin Xuan’s figure, like an old hunter eying his prey.

He was also waiting, waiting for the perfect moment to strike.

Below, Lin Xuan stood upright, infused with the essence of the Sword Soul; at this moment, he had elevated his spirit to its highest level.

This was his best opportunity to strike, and if he missed it, a long wait would ensue.

As a swordsman, he would never hesitate; thus, in the next moment, Lin Xuan grasped the dragon-shaped longsword and thrust it forward with speed.

However, just as he moved, the figure in darkness silently sneered; a dark long spear emerged in his hand and was rapidly thrown.

This long spear was completely black, different from Xiao Li’s jet-black longsword’s color.

This blackness was that of death and chilling coldness, as if filled with endless resentful power.

Like a Netherworld lightning bolt, the spear was extremely fast.

The void shattered, showing countless fissures, and the long spear instantly arrived behind Lin Xuan.

Originally, Lin Xuan was highly focused, concentrating all his efforts on Xiao Li.

Yet unexpectedly, a fatal danger emanated from behind.

This made his heart skip a beat, and his entire body tensed up.

At this critical moment, he abandoned Xiao Li and put all his strength into countering the deadly strike from behind.

In an instant, a layer of bright red armor appeared on his body, forming the strongest defense.

At the same time, the dragon-shaped longsword swung backward, its sword light like Divine Refinement, illuminating all around.

Thunder Shock roared like three thousand thunderclaps, rushing toward the back.

Still, he had underestimated the fatal danger.

The pitch-black long spear, emitting sinister Ghost Qi, was like a Nether River rushing swiftly toward him.

On it, countless evil ghosts wailed, turning the surroundings into Hell.

Clang!

Lin Xuan’s longsword struck the tip of the spear, diverting its direction, but the long spear still managed to stab him.

In the next instant, the long spear pierced through his body.