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Chapter 440 - 355: The Formless Sword

Chapter 440: Chapter 355: The Formless Sword

Listening to Lin Xing’s words, Jian Ji could feel the disdain within his speech.

But she also felt an eerie calm in Lin Xing’s heart.

This made her realize that his disdain was not a result of condescension born from emotion, but an objective assessment made after seriously evaluating the difference between their strengths.

This further ignited the war intent within her.

This was because, whether it was Bai Yiyi or Jian Ji, whether she was the daughter of Xingxiao or the elder sister of Bai Hai Liu, they all possessed an intense pride of the strong.

And Lin Xing’s words had lit the flame of unwillingness and anger in their hearts.

Especially as the daughter of Xingxiao, Bai Yiyi felt a deep-seated hatred toward Lin Xing, the murderer of her entire family.

This allowed them to forcefully break through Lin Xing’s oppressive aura and explode with a battle intent that would not bow even in the face of death’s threats.

"Split your mother’s identity!"

One after another, the Jian Jis roared in anger, "Lin Xing!"

"Mad dog!"

"If I want to fight, I’ll fight you directly!"

In the midst of speaking, they saw a phantom of Jian Ji shooting out from her body, holding a Sword Qi and ferociously slashing towards Lin Xing in front of her.

Just as Jian Ji made her move, the real Lin Xing had already appeared a hundred meters away, speaking indifferently, "Very good, you have an impressive battle intent."

"But if you want to fight me, you’ll have to break through him first."

He slightly spread his fingers, and five streams of blood light, carrying powerful energy and dense black runes, all flowed into the fleshly body he had just created.

This clone instantly came to life, roaring furiously and charging at Jian Ji.

In an instant, the phantoms of Jian Ji and Lin Xing’s clone collided fiercely with each other.

Jian Ji wielded her Sword Qi with a torrential force, like waves of tsunamis that in a blink of an eye levelled the battlefield within several hundred meters to the ground.

Each movement, each sword stroke was a push to her limits, a fusion of all her understanding of Sword Dao power, combining every technique she had learned about the explosive power of Sword Dao.

But facing all this, Lin Xing’s clone remained unflinching, blocking every one of Jian Ji’s sword techniques with sheer brute force, punch by punch, kick by kick.

"I’m coming!"

In a roar, another phantom of Jian Ji whistled out, a young girl looking Jian Ji, whose movements wielded ten thousand Sword Qis like flying swords, stabbing at Lin Xing’s clone from unbelievable angles and speeds.

If the previous Jian Ji phantom’s burst was an insight into her Sword Dao power,

Then the current sword phantom displayed Jian Ji’s understanding of Sword Dao speed.

The Sword Qis flashed back and forth like lightning, striking, as though thousands of thunderbolts intertwined on the battlefield, illuminating a thousand meters of space around.

But faced with these high-speed swords, Lin Xing’s clone still managed with ease, accelerating with the Sword Qis, barely brushing past them.

Observing the fierce battle, Lin Xing commented, "Incorporating your spirit, personality, will, and even memories into your Sword Intent, your swordsmanship is truly rare in this world."

With Lin Xing’s discernment, he could of course see that the Jian Ji’s phantoms on the battlefield were not some Primordial Spirit or clones, but a pure manifestation of Sword Intent.

"Just with this achievement alone, you would be qualified to establish your own sect, creating a tenth great sect outside of the nine major ones."

"But no matter how stunning or unimaginable your Sword Intent is, the most basic elements of battle still come down to power and speed."

"And the power and speed that your Sword Intent bursts forth with at this moment would not be able to match me."

Lin Xing curiously asked, "Should the next step be to compensate with technique?"

A phantom behind Jian Ji shouted fiercely, "Mad dog, you talk too much!"

The Jian Ji who spoke had the appearance of a young girl; she soared into the sky, practicing all sorts of swordsmanship with her Sword Qi.

In the next moment, the girl launched an attack on Lin Xing’s clone.

At that moment, she freely exhibited intricate and profound sword techniques, which astonishingly included swordsmanship from the Taiqing Sect, Taihe Sect, Ming Mountain Sect, Zhou Tian Sect, Emei, and many others.

This was because the girl represented Bai Yiyi, daughter of Bai Hai Liu, possessing swordsmanship that either Bai Hai Liu or the former Xingxiao collected from various sects and taught to her.

Yet what shocked Jian Ji even more was Lin Xing’s performance.

As these various sword techniques were displayed, they were effortlessly countered by Lin Xing’s clone, as if he had every move and every weakness in the palm of his hand.

Lin Xing shook his head, "I’ve already seen all these sword techniques from various sects from another opponent; they won’t be enough to defeat me."

"Where is your Heavenly Gang and Earthly Sha Sword? Isn’t that your strongest sword technique?"

"And unleash that power in your head as well."

Inside the head of Jian Ji’s physical body, the Sect Leader’s Broken Sword of Emei was still exerting its power, allowing Jian Ji to perform far beyond her own limits and possess a recovery ability that surpassed the limits of the third realm.

But Jian Ji did not answer Lin Xing.

Instead, more young girls emerged from behind Jian Ji, each wielding their Sword Qi and exhibiting various sword moves.

Amidst the crisscrossing Sword Qis, all sorts of ingenious ideas came to life around Jian Ji.