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Chapter 249 - 187: Ten Thousand Swords Take Flight

Chapter 249: Chapter 187: Ten Thousand Swords Take Flight

Sword Intent instantly pierced through the red Daoist robe of the Evil-cutting Sect Master.

The sharp aura it contained left the Evil-cutting Sect Master slightly surprised.

"Sword Control Technique?"

But when the keen Sword Intent, capable of slicing through iron and gold, fell upon him, it made a sound like metal clanging against metal and only left faint bloodstains on his flesh body.

He sneered to himself, "A mere Sword Intent, attempting to break through my body, tempered through a thousand hammerings and a hundred refinings?"

Although the Evil-cutting Sect Master did not inherit a lineage of Martial Arts, the significant enhancement he received from evil relics gave him a flesh body stronger than many Martial Arts Masters.

But in the next moment, the Evil-cutting Sect Master was surprised to find that his Daoist robe began to roll up uncontrollably, brandishing Sword Intent and attacking him.

Even the fabric at his legs, arms, and neck tightened continuously, attacking him like a series of sharp swords intent on slicing him.

Realizing this, the Evil-cutting Sect Master was astonished, "What kind of perverse Sword Control Technique is this? It can even manipulate my Daoist robe?"

"But I have roamed the world for so many years, not even the Evil Sect’s powerful figures can catch up with me, how could your mere Sword Control Technique stop me?"

With an angry shout from the Evil-cutting Sect Master, the golden fire dragon that was originally heading towards Lin Xing suddenly turned towards him.

Blinding firelight burst forth, and the clothes originally on the Evil-cutting Sect Master had turned to ashes.

His whole body was then enveloped in a dragon-shaped armor made of golden flames, and he emitted waves of intense pressure.

"Hand over the secret manual."

The next moment, the Evil-cutting Sect Master took a step forward, the blazing flames behind him exploded forth, propelling him towards Lin Xing with great force.

During the brief moment of combat between the Evil-cutting Sect Master and Lin Xing, Fairy Yunxiao made her move as well.

Six Yellow Turban Warriors roared as they stepped forward, accompanied by the thunderous sound of the earth, they charged towards Lin Xing.

At the same time, Fairy Yunxiao formed Taoist Formulas with her hands, and invisible talismans flickered into existence beside her, each Yellow Turban Warrior was now wrapped in lightning, spirit fire, and frost, creating waves of energy that grasped towards Lin Xing.

Fairy Yunxiao thought to herself, "This young man is already a second-tier Sword Hero, his talent is indeed astonishing. But under our combined siege, if he still refuses to hand over the manual, he will likely be killed in an instant."

"Can’t this boy see the situation he’s in? Is he waiting for his backer to come to his rescue?"

Fairy Yunxiao kept part of her attention on Zhao Wanxi, considering her the true backer behind Lin Xing, the one with the real strength to compete for the secret manual.

As they watched two top-tier powerhouses surround Lin Xing, Luo Wengao and others felt certain Lin Xing was doomed.

But at the next moment, accompanied by a series of booming sounds, the earth beneath Lin Xing’s feet began to shatter.

Raging spirit consciousness surged out from his body like a tsunami.

At this moment, Lin Xing released all the spirit consciousness within his mind’s sea.

As each strand of spirit consciousness was forcibly pulled from within, the second-tier enhancement of the Sword Control Technique, Ten Thousand Swords Flying, began to take effect.

Whirring!

A Sword Intent rose from the sand and stones on the ground, followed by a second, a third, a fourth...

In an instant, a hundred and one Sword Intents burst forth, bringing together the ground’s sand and stones into a hundred and one flying swords.

Under the effect of Ten Thousand Swords Flying, if Lin Xing wanted to maintain a hundred and one Sword Intents, he not only had to release all his spirit consciousness but also had to continue breathing in spiritual energy without any rest, ensuring that not a bit of his spirit consciousness was restored.

In other words, he had to keep his spirit consciousness completely depleted at all times.

As Lin Xing’s spirit consciousness was utterly exhausted, the second-tier enhancement of the Qi cultivation technique, Power Flows Through a Thousand Mountains, also began to take effect.

With a series of snapping sounds, strands of spiritual energy swarmed towards Lin Xing from the ground.

The previously smooth ground beneath Lin Xing’s feet began undulating by several inches.

Though the movement was not drastic, it appeared like the upheaval of mountains and ridges, with a sense of stacked peaks rising and falling.

This was the effect of the Thousand Mountain Illusion; as Lin Xing’s spirit consciousness was depleted, he would continue to breathe in spiritual energy from the ground, causing changes to the terrain beneath him and creating the illusion of fluctuating mountains.

This illusion would intensify and spread over time, and the effect of breathing in spiritual energy would become more turbulent until Lin Xing’s spirit consciousness in the mind’s sea was fully restored.

But Lin Xing knew that with Ten Thousand Swords Flying, his spirit consciousness would never recover.

Strands of spiritual energy entered Lin Xing’s mind’s sea, trying to replenish the spirit consciousness.

However, under the effect of Ten Thousand Swords Flying, every time the spiritual energy began to recover, it would be expelled from his body again to enhance the effect of Ten Thousand Swords Flying, gradually increasing the number of swords Lin Xing could control.

The number of flying swords, already over a hundred, far exceeded the level Lin Xing could precisely control.

Under such a number of flying swords, he could at most command a rough direction for their attack, hardly able to make every flying sword execute exquisite sword moves.

But under the effect of the Heavenly Sword Empathy’s second-level sublimation transformative domain, each flying sword, imbued with Sword Intent, could attack and defend autonomously, as if bestowed by heaven.

It was as if, at this very moment, accompanied by Lin Xing’s light shout, hundreds of flying swords whistled out, accompanied by continuous thunderous roars, and had already targeted both the Evil-cutting Sect Master and the Yellow Turban Warrior.

Watching those hundred-plus flying swords soaring into the sky, a chill ran through the heart of the Evil-cutting Sect Master, "What kind of sublimation is this? He can actually manipulate hundreds of flying swords at once?"

And when fifty of the flying swords, accompanied by gusts of wind and thunder, constantly tore through the atmosphere at supersonic speeds towards him, he felt tingles of alarm in his scalp.

Amidst roars of fury, the Evil-cutting Sect Master violently retreated backward, while the golden flames on his body, like a roaring dragon, wildly enveloped the incoming flying swords.

At the same time, the eight streaks of light that had just shot out to intercept others swiftly converged back.

The next moment, despite his full effort to block, deflect, and evade with the Spiritually Manipulated flames, he still ended up with several new sword wounds on his body.

Blood spurted from the wounds but was instantly vaporized by the flames.

Having defended against the first wave of flying swords’ assassination attempt, the Evil-cutting Sect Master let out an angry shout and saw the eight returning streaks of light merge into his body one by one.

Red light transformed into a longsword, orange light into a breastplate, yellow light into greaves...

In the blink of an eye, all nine streaks of light had transformed into weapons and armor, shielding the Evil-cutting Sect Master from head to toe.

Watching the fifty flying swords return to attack him again, he swung the red flame longsword in his hand, immediately creating a fierce battle.

With crackling explosions, flames howled and thunder roared.

In this moment, the Evil-cutting Sect Master felt as though everywhere he looked were flying swords repeatedly stabbing at him, with Sword Intent echoing in all directions, like countless peerless swordsmen executing various exquisite sword moves, relentlessly besieging him.

Meanwhile, the Yellow Turban Warrior was steadily being pushed back under the assault of fifty-one flying swords.

Seeing one Yellow Turban Warrior after another being breached and pierced amidst the thunderous reverberations, Fairy Yunxiao’s expression turned extremely grave.

But just as she intended to use a talisman to further empower the Yellow Turban Warriors,

She saw yet another streak of Sword Intent rise to the sky from Lin Xing’s position, stirring up a flurry of sand and stone into a flying sword, shooting towards the Evil-cutting Sect Master’s location.

Watching this scene, Fairy Yunxiao was astounded, "More can be added?!"

And just as she hastily deployed a talisman to repair a large hole in the chest of a Yellow Turban Warrior, Lin Xing’s stance surged with Sword Intent again, increasing the count from one hundred and two flying swords to one hundred and three.

Both the Evil-cutting Sect Master and Fairy Yunxiao were shocked at this sight.

Being able to instantly deploy hundreds of flying swords was already considered a top-tier technique among the second-level arts in their eyes.

Yet, unexpectedly, the number of flying swords he was controlling was still growing over time.

The Evil-cutting Sect Master thought to himself, "This young man’s art of flying swords relies on quantity. If we let him continue to grow like this, defeat is inevitable."

"But such a domineering art of flying swords cannot possibly be sustainable. If we can just hold out a bit longer, he will surely be the first to give in."

Watching this scene, the Evil-cutting Sect Master steeled his heart and began to retreat toward the Second Elder of the Zhou Tian Sect, who was not far away.

Fairy Yunxiao’s thoughts also followed the same course, "Intensity cannot last, the more flying swords there are, the greater the energy consumption. He is now even forcefully increasing the number of swords, the duration he can maintain will certainly not be long..."

With this in mind, she had already started gradually retreating with the Yellow Turban Warriors to the side, evidently also planning to shift the disaster eastward, letting the Second Elder of the Zhou Tian Sect and his subordinates share the burden of the firepower.

In reality, the Second Elder of the Zhou Tian Sect had already taken action when Lin Xing acquired the secret tome from the box.

But his target was not Lin Xing, rather it was those mystical weapons that had descended from the Immortal Gate.

In the Second Elder’s mind, these mysterious weapons from the secret realm posed the most significant threat at present.

With a light flick of his fingertips, he released the ten silver threads in his hand, and ten elders rushed forward with a series of afterimages towards those enormous metal boxes.

Each of these men were Martial Arts Masters who had practiced martial arts for years. Now erupting with all their might, each step they took caused the ground beneath them to violently crack, quickly reaching the giant metal boxes.

Immediately, these Martial Arts Masters struck out with their palms towards the metal boxes, aiming to bomb them out of She Shen Cliff and plummet below.

Jing Shiyu’s spiritual consciousness surged wildly in the sea of remembrance. Although she promptly intervened to stop them, she could only temporarily block one or two.

Watching the giant metal boxes being blasted away and about to fall off the cliff,

But in the next moment, the flying metal boxes suddenly stopped mid-air and streaks of Sword Intent began spreading from within the boxes.

And at that time, Lin Xing, with his display of the Ten Thousand Swords soaring through the air, imposing and controlling the Heavenly Sword domain, was suppressing both the Evil-cutting Sect Master and Fairy Yunxiao single-handedly with a hundred swords.

Just as the Evil-cutting Sect Master and Fairy Yunxiao were falling back towards the Second Elder of the Zhou Tian Sect, trying to shift the focus of the attack and alleviate the pressure,

They suddenly felt that the once endless oppressive force had vanished; the flying swords that were just attacking them one after another dissipated into the air.

Sensing this development, both released a sigh of relief, thinking simultaneously, "The young man must have reached his limit."