The Unparalleled Sword Emperor
Chapter 1753 - 1750: Spirit Sword Sect! Jian Xuan!

Chapter 1753: Chapter 1750: Spirit Sword Sect! Jian Xuan!

Long Lingxiao knew well, although he wanted to kill Lin Bai to avenge his son’s death, he was even clearer about needing to find out the whereabouts of the fragment from Lin Bai.

Now, Lin Bai was completely unrestrained by the power of the Curse of the Dead, and with Lin Bai giving his all, even if Lin Bai killed Su Cang, Lin Bai himself would ultimately be killed by the Curse of the Dead!

"Yes." Long Batian responded and immediately stepped forward, crossing from Qinglong Hall into the square of Qinglong Hall.

"Long Batian has made his move!"

"Long Batian is second only to the Dragon Emperor in the Azure Dragon Empire!"

"That’s right, it seems Long Batian’s cultivation has already reached the sixth level of the Yangshen Realm!"

The warriors in Qinglong Hall square watched Long Batian cross from Qinglong Hall and exclaimed.

"No, no, don’t kill me, don’t kill me, Prince Long Batian, save me." Su Cang, in distress, fell to the ground, having already seen that Lin Bai only wanted to exchange lives, he urgently shouted.

Lin Bai saw Long Batian come out from Qinglong Hall, his gaze turned vicious, he didn’t pay heed to Long Batian, but rather aimed his sword at Su Cang’s throat, fiercely stabbing forward.

"You wretched thing, I am here, and you still dare act recklessly!" Long Batian saw Lin Bai completely ignoring him, snorted coldly as a powerful force exploded from his body.

He transformed into a waning shadow, rushing straight at Lin Bai, from his storage bag emerged a sharp sword, on which a golden aura spread forth.

"Dragon Slayer!"

Long Batian snorted coldly, slashing down angrily with his sword, shattering all of Lin Bai’s sword stances, dismantling a sword aura that Lin Bai shot towards Su Cang, thrusting Lin Bai flying over five hundred meters, falling to the ground, full of sword marks, blood flowing freely!

Inside Qinglong Hall, the Sword Master shook his head helplessly, saying: "The Curse of the Dead has devoured too much of his strength, making him too weak, otherwise, although Long Batian’s sword is powerful, how could one sword make him suffer such a miserable defeat!"

Sui An and Gui Jing both looked somewhat solemn.

Within Qinglong Hall, Lin Anyang and Lin Luo, the two Junior Sword Venerates, looked even more worried! But without the Sword Master’s orders, they probably couldn’t help Lin Bai now!

Su Cang was saved by Long Batian, immediately getting up from the ground, a trace of a wild laugh appeared on his face: "Hahaha, Lin Bai, weren’t you quite formidable just now?"

"How come now you’re like a dead dog?"

"I get it, it’s the power of the Curse of the Dead that’s devouring your flesh and spiritual energy, making you even weaker, hahaha."

"Lin Bai, with your current state, let alone challenging above your level, even a first level Yangshen Realm warrior could easily kill you!"

Su Cang stood beside Long Batian, coldly looking at Lin Bai, he said.

Lin Bai lay on the ground, the poison from the Curse of the Dead in his body, the sword marks from Long Batian outside, both caused Lin Bai severe injuries, especially since the spiritual power within him was beginning to dissipate, the feeling of death brought by the Curse of the Dead floated onto Lin Bai.

At this moment, Lin Bai didn’t even have the strength to stand up from the ground.

"Oh..."

"What a pity, one of the eight monstrous geniuses of Lingnan, a monstrous sword cultivator from Lingdong, who knew he’d end up like this, fallen to the ground, without the strength to stand!"

"It seems in today’s battle, Lin Bai is bound to fall into the hands of the Azure Dragon Empire!"

Many surrounding warriors lamented as they spoke.

The fall of a genius is enough to make Lingnan martial artists mourn.

"Prince Long Batian, shatter his Dantian and capture him." Su Cang laughed as he shouted to Long Batian.

"Alright!" Long Batian gave a cold smile, his figure flew forward, palm aimed at Lin Bai’s abdomen!

Ji Bei rushed over in panic at this moment: "Lin Bai, watch out!"

Lin Bai saw Ji Bei rushing over, immediately shouted: "Elder Ji Bei, get out of the way, you’re not a match for Long Batian!"

Ji Bei roared angrily: "Want to kill my Spirit Sword Sect disciple, first ask me!"

Ji Bei gathered the remaining spiritual power within him, and struck a palm towards Long Batian.

Ever since Ji Bei was captured, he lost his storage bag and his treasure sword, now he could only attack with his palms.

"Haha, overestimating yourself!" Long Batian snorted coldly, immediately thrusting a sword towards Ji Bei!

"Elder Ji Bei!"

Lin Bai’s eyes turned red as he shouted.

If Long Batian’s sword hit Ji Bei, given the huge disparity between Long Batian’s sixth level of Yangshen Realm cultivation and Ji Bei’s first level of Flying Sky Realm cultivation, Ji Bei would be killed by Long Batian’s sword in an instant!

But even though Ji Bei knew the strength gap was too great, he still did not fear, instead he looked frenzied, charging at Long Batian.

In the blink of an eye, the two were about to clash swords!

"No!" Lin Bai roared in desperation.

At the very moment when Long Batian and Ji Bei’s swords were about to collide, everyone initially thought Ji Bei, the first level Flying Sky Realm warrior, would inevitably be killed by Long Batian’s sword.

Yet at this moment, an astonishing scene unfolded.

Instead of Ji Bei being slashed by Long Batian, Long Batian was the one who was thrust awkwardly, flying back, landing a thousand meters away, spitting blood, his expression utterly disheartened!

"What’s happening?"

"Did I see it wrong?"

"A first level Flying Sky Realm warrior, and an injured person at that, actually knocked flying the sixth level Yangshen Realm Long Batian."

The warriors watched dumbfounded as they spoke.

Even inside Qinglong Hall, the Emperors and high-level figures from the Seven Major Sects also looked in shock at this scene.

"I..." Ji Bei looked at his own hands, incredulous.

Even Ji Bei didn’t dare believe he could knock Long Batian flying with one palm.

Su Cang also said in bewilderment: "How is this possible!"

Long Batian climbed up from the ground, shouting angrily: "Who intervened!"

Rum-ble—

At that moment, a terrifying sword aura descended.

Hearing Long Batian’s angry shout, a sharp and unmatched voice accompanied by sword intention fell: "I am... Spirit Sword Sect! Jian Xuan!"

Crash—

The dreadful sword aura reigned over all beings, stirring up a terrifying storm of sword intention in mid-air!

A white-robed man, wearing a cloak, suddenly appeared behind Ji Bei.

Ji Bei looked back in a daze and saw the white-robed man take off the cloak, revealing a steadfast face, especially the sharp sword in his hand, which exuded a chilling light that shocked the skies!

"Jian Xuan..." Ji Bei looked at him with delightful surprise!

Jian Xuan apologized and said: "Sorry Elder Ji Bei, I came back late."

"Junior Brother Lin Bai..."

Jian Xuan turned to look at Lin Bai lying on the ground, unable to move, and lightly smiled: "Leave this matter to me."