dì liǎng qiān yì bǎi líng èr zhāng jiàn hú
第两千一百零二章剑葫
Chapter 2103 - The Sword Gourd
“ hǎo ， nǐ jì rán zhǎo sǐ ， nà jiù guài wéi mǒu bù dé 。”
“好，你既然找死，那就怪韦某不得。”
The bald man with bare feet sneered. He raised his hands, and one after another, seals were struck towards the spirit beast pouch in front of him while he exhaled a mysterious and ancient aura.
guāng tóu chì zú dà hàn de liǎn shàng shǎn guò yī sī zhēng níng zhī sè ， suí hòu tā shuāng shǒu tái qǐ ， yí gè jiē yí gè de yìn cháo zhe shēn qián de líng shòu dài dǎ qù ， kǒu zhōng yě tǔ chū shén mì gǔ piáo de qì xī 。
光头赤足大汉的脸上闪过一丝狰狞之色，随后他双手抬起，一个接一个的印朝着身前的灵兽袋打去，口中也吐出神秘古朴的气息。
Wu...
wū ……
呜……
A sound like fierce winds blowing through a canyon entered Lin Xuan's ears. The talismans on the surface of the spirit beast pouch ignited without wind, its mouth opening to release an atmosphere of wild beasts from within.
fǎng fú kuáng fēng cóng xiá gǔ zhōng chuī guò de shēng yīn chuán rù ěr lǐ ， nà líng shòu dài biǎo miàn de fú lù ， wú fēng zì rán ， dài kǒu zhāng kāi ， yī gǔ mán huāng yì shòu de qì xī cóng lǐ miàn sàn fà chū lái 。
仿佛狂风从峡谷中吹过的声音传入耳里，那灵兽袋表面的符箓，无风自燃，袋口张开，一股蛮荒异兽的气息从里面散发出来。
The dark red demonic energy surged, but it was unclear what lay inside. Only the demonic energy kept surging, giving off a feeling of extreme ferocity.
xuè hóng sè de mó qì dà zuò ， zhì yú lǐ miàn yǒu shén me dōng xī hái kàn bù qīng chǔ ， zhǐ jiàn mó qì bù tíng de fān yǒng zhe ， gěi rén de gǎn jué kuáng bào dào jí chù 。
血红色的魔气大做，至于里面有什么东西还看不清楚，只见魔气不停的翻涌着，给人的感觉狂暴到极处。
"Surely, this is the Bloodthirsty Bat King."
“ zhēn shì shì xuè fú wáng 。”
“真是嗜血蝠王。”
"Heard that to cultivate such a spirit beast requires at least a thousand years, with countless bloodthirsty demon bats devouring each other. The victors are fed various treasures and must be extremely powerful by the end."
“ tīng shuō zhè líng shòu xiǎng yào péi yù chéng ， zhì shǎo yào huā qiān nián zhī ， ràng shǔ yǐ wàn jì de shì xuè mó fú hù xiāng tūn shì ， shèng lì zhě hái yào wèi yǐ gè zhǒng tiān cái dì bǎo de líng yào ， měi yì bǎi nián wèi yí gè lún huí ， zhì shǎo xū yào shí gè lún huí yǐ shàng ， cái néng péi yù chū zhè me yī zhī shì xuè fú wáng 。”
“听说这灵兽想要培育成，至少要花千年之，让数以万计的嗜血魔蝠互相吞噬，胜利者还要喂以各种天材地宝的灵药，每一百年为一个轮回，至少需要十个轮回以上，才能培育出这么一只嗜血蝠王。”
The bald man's expression turned grim as he continued.
“ bù cuò ， péi yù suī rán xīn kǔ le xiē ， dàn yī zhī shì xuè fú wáng de shí lì ， zú yǐ yǔ dòng xuán hòu qī dǐng fēng de xiū shì xiāng bǐ ， shèn zhì hái yào gèng shèng yī xiē ， suǒ yǐ fù chū yě shì zhí de dì 。”
“不错，培育虽然辛苦了些，但一只嗜血蝠王的实力，足以与洞玄后期顶峰的修士相比，甚至还要更胜一些，所以付出也是值得地。”
"Indeed, but this is not just any Bloodthirsty Bat King. It seems that even this one has been defeated."
……
……
Lin Xuan's eyes narrowed slightly. "Are you a sword cultivator?"
gè zhǒng gè yàng de yì lùn shēng chuán rù ěr duǒ ， lín xuān tīng dé qīng qīng chǔ chǔ ， huà yīn wèi luò ， nà mó qì zhōng de guài wù zhōng yú xiàn chū yuán xíng lái le 。
各种各样的议论声传入耳朵，林轩听得清清楚楚，话音未落，那魔气中的怪物终于现出原形来了。
His voice carried an element of surprise. He had heard from Ruixuan in the East Sea that ancient sword cultivators were pursued by other cultivation sects, but it seemed Naelong World was different.
guǒ rán shì yī zhī biān fú 。
果然是一只蝙蝠。
"Correct. As vice headmaster of the Sword Peak, how could I not be a sword cultivator?"
rán ér yǔ pǔ tōng de biān fú què yòu dà bù xiāng tóng ， tā hún shēn jū rán shì xuè hóng sè ， gāo zú yǒu zhàng xǔ ， liǎng yì zhāng kāi gèng shì kuān guǎng yǐ jí ， jiān ruì de liáo yá wài lù ， yī duì yǎn jīng dèng dé dà dà de ， lǐ miàn yǐn yǐn yǒu xuè yàn mí sàn ér chū 。
然而与普通的蝙蝠却又大不相同，它浑身居然是血红色，高足有丈许，两翼张开更是宽广以极，尖锐的獠牙外露，一对眼睛瞪得大大的，里面隐隐有血焰弥散而出。
Lin Xuan's eyes widened slightly as he spoke. "Then this is a top-grade sword gourd? Legend has it that only top-grade sword cultivators can use such a treasure. It supposedly contains an inner world capable of holding 36,000 flying swords."
qí shì fàng chū lái de wēi yā ， sī háo bù xùn yú dòng xuán dǐng fēng de xiū xiān zhě ， bù …… zhèng què de shuō ， shì hái yào gèng shèng yī chóu 。
其释放出来的威压，丝毫不逊于洞玄顶峰的修仙者，不……正确的说，是还要更胜一筹。
While Lin Xuan was surprised, he had no intention of making the first move. He intended to wait and strike last.
ruò huàn yī míng dòng xuán zhōng qī de xiū xiān zhě ， kěn dìng yǐ xià dé pì gǔn niào liú ， rán ér lín xuān què xiào le ， pīn líng shòu ？
若换一名洞玄中期的修仙者，肯定已吓得屁滚尿流，然而林轩却笑了，拼灵兽？
Seeing Lin Xuan's boldness, Luo Tianheng was secretly delighted. With a wave of his left hand, he released the fiery red gourd from his waist.
zhēn shì bān mén nòng fǔ ！
真是班门弄斧！
Lin Xuan's pupils constricted as he saw the gourd. "You're not a sword cultivator, yet you use this gourd-shaped treasure?"
lín xuān huàn chū le xiǎo máo qiú 。
林轩唤出了小毛球。
He knew that while cultivation tools were diverse, a sword cultivator must have swords. But he was still curious about how Luo Tianheng could wield such an item.
“ miāo ……”
“喵……”
Luo Tianheng's voice echoed. "Correct. As vice headmaster of the Sword Peak, I must be a sword cultivator."
xiǎo jiā huo hái zài lǎn lǎn de shuì jiào ， jí shǐ bèi huàn chū lái yě jǐn jǐn shì shēn le yí gè lǎn yāo ， xiǎo liǎn shàng mǎn shì wú jīng dǎ cǎi zhī sè ， rán ér gāng gāng hái xiōng yàn wàn zhàng de shì xuè fú wáng ， què fǎng fú jiàn le māo de lǎo shǔ yī yàng ， shōu lǒng chì bǎng ， zhī zhī zhī de luàn jiào ， rèn píng nà dà hàn zěn me qū shǐ ， dōu bù yuàn yì chōng shàng qián qù 。
小家伙还在懒懒的睡觉，即使被唤出来也仅仅是伸了一个懒腰，小脸上满是无精打采之色，然而刚刚还凶焰万丈的嗜血蝠王，却仿佛见了猫的老鼠一样，收拢翅膀，吱吱吱的乱叫，任凭那大汉怎么驱使，都不愿意冲上前去。
The fiery red gourd spun and grew larger like a mountain.
nà wéi xìng dà hàn chēng mù jié shé ， shì xuè fú wáng de lì hài bié rén bù xiǎo de ， zuò wéi zhǔ rén tā qǐ huì bù qīng chǔ ， xìng gé xiōng cán yǐ jí ， miàn duì rèn hé qiáng dí ， yě cóng lái bù dǎ chù ， jīn tiān zhè shì zěn me le ？
那韦姓大汉瞠目结舌，嗜血蝠王的厉害别人不晓得，作为主人他岂会不清楚，性格凶残以极，面对任何强敌，也从来不打怵，今天这是怎么了？
"Is this...a sword gourd?"
lǔ shuǐ diǎn dòu fǔ ， yī wù xiáng yī wù ， kě rèn píng tā zěn me kàn ， yě nòng bù míng bái zhàn zài lín xuān jiān bǎng shàng ， nà xiàng gè máo qiú bān de xiǎo jiā huo yǒu shén me kě pà zhī chù 。
卤水点豆腐，一物降一物，可任凭他怎么看，也弄不明白站在林轩肩膀上，那像个毛球般的小家伙有什么可怕之处。
A top-grade sword gourd was a treasure that only the most powerful sword cultivators could use. It was rumored to contain an inner world capable of holding 36,000 flying swords.
dà hàn tuì xià qù le 。
大汉退下去了。
While exaggerated, it showed how revered such treasures were among sword cultivators. Their power far surpassed ordinary treasures.
tā zhǔ dòng rèn shū ！
他主动认输！
Seeing this, Lin Xuan's expression turned slightly agitated. But he quickly recovered and thought, "This is likely a fake."
zhè jiā huo hái shì hěn yǒu zì zhī zhī míng de 。
这家伙还是很有自知之明的。
He dismissed the idea and focused on his defense. With a wave of his sleeve, several palm-sized shields flew out in a fan formation, forming a shimmering curtain before him with a flowing Tai Chi symbol.
lián zuò wéi shā shǒu jiǎn de shì xuè fú wáng dōu wèi jù yǐ jí ， nà fàng qí tā líng shòu chū lái jiù gèng méi yǒu yòng chǔ ， ér shēn wèi líng shòu fēng zhǎng lǎo ， tā yī shēn běn shì shí yǒu dōu zài líng shòu zhī shàng 。
连作为杀手锏的嗜血蝠王都畏惧以极，那放其他灵兽出来就更没有用处，而身为灵兽峰长老，他一身本事十有都在灵兽之上。
These were undoubtedly the Xuanqing Mother-Son Shields.
jì rán rú cǐ ， xiàn chǒu hái bù rú cáng zhuō ， tā kě bù xiǎng rú nà gōng zhuāng měi fù yī yàng ， luò gè běn mìng bǎo bèi huǐ de xià chǎng 。
既然如此，献丑还不如藏拙，他可不想如那宫装美妇一样，落个本命宝被毁的下场。
Lin Xuan did not want to be on the receiving end of an attack. He cast them out as a precautionary measure.
……
……
Luo Tianheng had already sent several seals towards Lin Xuan's head.
zhè yàng de jié guǒ ， ràng yún yǐn zōng xiū shì dōu xiàn rù le chén mò ， zhè yī cháng gèng lí pǔ ， nà mò shēng xiū shì yī zhāo wèi chū ， zì jǐ zhè biān de dòng xuán qī cún zài jiù fǔ shǒu rèn shū 。
这样的结果，让云隐宗修士都陷入了沉默，这一场更离谱，那陌生修士一招未出，自己这边的洞玄期存在就俯首认输。
Wu...
rú guǒ bú shì qīn yǎn mù dǔ ， shuō chū qù dōu bú huì yǒu rén xìn ， tóng jiē jiāo zhàn jū rán kě yǐ bù zhàn ér rú qū rén zhī bīng 。
如果不是亲眼目睹，说出去都不会有人信，同阶交战居然可以不战而如屈人之兵。
A loud buzzing sound echoed as a beam of light, about ten feet wide, shot from the gourd. Upon closer inspection, it was composed of numerous divine swords.
biāo hàn yě bú shì zhè me gè biāo hàn ， kě gāng gāng de yí mù ， tā men dōu kàn de qīng qīng chǔ chǔ ， lián yǐ xiōng cán hào dòu zhù chēng de shì xuè fú wáng ， dōu bèi qīng yì zhé fú ， suǒ yǐ dà hàn rèn shū ， kàn shì mǎng zhuàng ， qí shí shùn lǐ chéng zhāng 。
彪悍也不是这么个彪悍，可刚刚的一幕，他们都看得清清楚楚，连以凶残好斗著称的嗜血蝠王，都被轻易折服，所以大汉认输，看似莽撞，其实顺理成章。
"Since this is not an actual sword gourd, why imitate it?"
rán ér xiàn zài chǎng miàn jiù yǒu xiē gān gà le ， wǔ mài jīn dān fēng zàn qiě bù tí ， qí yú sì mài de dòng xuán qī xiū xiān zhě ， bù guò yí gè zhào miàn jiù zhé sǔn diào yí bàn ne ， zhè liǎn wǎng nǎ ér gē ？
然而现在场面就有些尴尬了，五脉金丹峰暂且不提，其余四脉的洞玄期修仙者，不过一个罩面就折损掉一半呢，这脸往哪儿搁？
"Even if it’s not genuine, it's still powerful enough to slay demons and monsters!"
nán dào duì fù yī míng gāng gāng jìn jí dòng xuán zhōng qī de xiū xiān zhě ， yě yào fēng bì shān mén ， kāi qǐ hù pài dà zhèn ， dà jiā yī yōng ér shàng me ？
难道对付一名刚刚晋级洞玄中期的修仙者，也要封闭山门，开启护派大阵，大家一拥而上么？
Luo Tianheng shouted. The divine swords within the beam flickered with a spirit light as they surrounded him.
suī shuō hǎo hàn dí bù guò rén duō ， nà yàng zuò ， jué duì wěn tuǒ ， dàn què shì hǎo shuō bù hǎo tīng de ， xū zhī ， shì jiè shàng ， méi yǒu bù tòu fēng de qiáng ， zhè jiàn shì qíng ruò shì chuán chū qù ， yún yǐn zōng fēi chéng wéi zhěng gè nài lóng jiè de xiào bǐng bù kě ， suǒ yǐ ruò fēi wàn bù dé yǐ ， tā men yě bù yuàn yì luò rén kǒu shí 。
虽说好汉敌不过人多，那样做，绝对稳妥，但却是好说不好听的，须知，世界上，没有不透风的墙，这件事情若是传出去，云隐宗非成为整个鼐龙界的笑柄不可，所以若非万不得已，他们也不愿意落人口实。
Lin Xuan counted over a thousand of them.
xiū xiān jiè suī duō xīng fēng xuè yǔ ， dàn gè míng mén dà pài ， hái shì hěn yào miàn zi de 。
修仙界虽多腥风血雨，但各名门大派，还是很要面子的。
"Cut down!"
“ wú shī xiōng ， nǐ kàn ……”
“吴师兄，你看……”
Luo Tianheng's voice boomed again. Thousands of divine swords fell like rain, cutting towards Lin Xuan from all sides. There was no way to avoid it; the entire sky was filled with swordlight.
“ zhè jiā huo de shí lì ， què shí fēi tóng xiǎo kě ， dàn zǒng bù chéng wèi le tā ， qù qǐng liǎng wèi shī shū 。” dào zhuāng lǎo zhě de liǎn sè yě nán kàn dào jí chù 。
“这家伙的实力，确实非同小可，但总不成为了他，去请两位师叔。”道装老者的脸色也难看到极处。
From afar, Lin Xuan appeared like a small boat in a storm, always at risk of capsizing. But reality was different.
yào zhī dào běn zōng de liǎng wèi tài shàng zhǎng lǎo ， děng xián shì bù guò wèn shì shì de ， wèi yī qū qū dòng xuán zhōng qī de xiū shì qù dǎ rǎo ， fēi shòu zhòng zé 。
要知道本宗的两位太上长老，等闲是不过问世事的，为一区区洞玄中期的修士去打扰，非受重责。
Firstly, the Xuanqing Mother-Son Shields provided formidable defense that Luo Tianheng might not break through. Even if he did, Lin Xuan would not be passive and let himself be cut down.
gèng ràng tā yù mèn de shì ， bié kàn liǔ shī mèi yǔ wéi shī dì xiān hòu luò bài ， kě duì fāng shēn qiǎn rú hé ， tā men què shì yì diǎn dōu méi yǒu kàn chū ， zì jǐ dōu jué de zhè jiàn shì qíng tài huāng miù le ， zěn me yǔ liǎng wèi shī shū shuō ？
更让他郁闷的是，别看柳师妹与韦师弟先后落败，可对方深浅如何，他们却是一点都没有看出，自己都觉得这件事情太荒谬了，怎么与两位师叔说？
Seeing the swordlight raining down, Lin Xuan raised his hands to release a barrage of sword energy. He had no actual sword gourd, but these were formed from condensed force and primordial energy. This was a familiar move for him, and soon thousands of swordlights surrounded him.
“ bù xíng ， bù néng zhè me zuò ， wèi zhè jiā huo ， zěn me néng jīng dòng tài shàng zhǎng lǎo ne ？” luó tiān héng yáo le yáo tóu 。
“不行，不能这么做，为这家伙，怎么能惊动太上长老呢？”罗天恒摇了摇头。
The sound and spectacle matched Luo Tianheng's attack, making it hard to tell who was stronger. However, Luo Tianheng's expression darkened as he realized that Lin Xuan had not even used his offensive treasure. He felt underestimated.
Chapter 2103 - The Sword Gourd
The bald man with bare feet sneered. He raised his hands, and one after another, seals were struck towards the spirit beast pouch in front of him while he exhaled a mysterious and ancient aura.
Wu...
A sound like fierce winds blowing through a canyon entered Lin Xuan's ears. The talismans on the surface of the spirit beast pouch ignited without wind, its mouth opening to release an atmosphere of wild beasts from within.
The dark red demonic energy surged, but it was unclear what lay inside. Only the demonic energy kept surging, giving off a feeling of extreme ferocity.
"Surely, this is the Bloodthirsty Bat King."
"Heard that to cultivate such a spirit beast requires at least a thousand years, with countless bloodthirsty demon bats devouring each other. The victors are fed various treasures and must be extremely powerful by the end."
The bald man's expression turned grim as he continued.
"Indeed, but this is not just any Bloodthirsty Bat King. It seems that even this one has been defeated."
Lin Xuan's eyes narrowed slightly. "Are you a sword cultivator?"
His voice carried an element of surprise. He had heard from Ruixuan in the East Sea that ancient sword cultivators were pursued by other cultivation sects, but it seemed Naelong World was different.
"Correct. As vice headmaster of the Sword Peak, how could I not be a sword cultivator?"
Lin Xuan's eyes widened slightly as he spoke. "Then this is a top-grade sword gourd? Legend has it that only top-grade sword cultivators can use such a treasure. It supposedly contains an inner world capable of holding 36,000 flying swords."
While Lin Xuan was surprised, he had no intention of making the first move. He intended to wait and strike last.
Seeing Lin Xuan's boldness, Luo Tianheng was secretly delighted. With a wave of his left hand, he released the fiery red gourd from his waist.
Lin Xuan's pupils constricted as he saw the gourd. "You're not a sword cultivator, yet you use this gourd-shaped treasure?"
He knew that while cultivation tools were diverse, a sword cultivator must have swords. But he was still curious about how Luo Tianheng could wield such an item.
Luo Tianheng's voice echoed. "Correct. As vice headmaster of the Sword Peak, I must be a sword cultivator."
The fiery red gourd spun and grew larger like a mountain.
"Is this...a sword gourd?"
A top-grade sword gourd was a treasure that only the most powerful sword cultivators could use. It was rumored to contain an inner world capable of holding 36,000 flying swords.
While exaggerated, it showed how revered such treasures were among sword cultivators. Their power far surpassed ordinary treasures.
Seeing this, Lin Xuan's expression turned slightly agitated. But he quickly recovered and thought, "This is likely a fake."
He dismissed the idea and focused on his defense. With a wave of his sleeve, several palm-sized shields flew out in a fan formation, forming a shimmering curtain before him with a flowing Tai Chi symbol.
These were undoubtedly the Xuanqing Mother-Son Shields.
Lin Xuan did not want to be on the receiving end of an attack. He cast them out as a precautionary measure.
Luo Tianheng had already sent several seals towards Lin Xuan's head.
Wu...
A loud buzzing sound echoed as a beam of light, about ten feet wide, shot from the gourd. Upon closer inspection, it was composed of numerous divine swords.
"Since this is not an actual sword gourd, why imitate it?"
"Even if it’s not genuine, it's still powerful enough to slay demons and monsters!"
Luo Tianheng shouted. The divine swords within the beam flickered with a spirit light as they surrounded him.
Lin Xuan counted over a thousand of them.
"Cut down!"
Luo Tianheng's voice boomed again. Thousands of divine swords fell like rain, cutting towards Lin Xuan from all sides. There was no way to avoid it; the entire sky was filled with swordlight.
From afar, Lin Xuan appeared like a small boat in a storm, always at risk of capsizing. But reality was different.
Firstly, the Xuanqing Mother-Son Shields provided formidable defense that Luo Tianheng might not break through. Even if he did, Lin Xuan would not be passive and let himself be cut down.
Seeing the swordlight raining down, Lin Xuan raised his hands to release a barrage of sword energy. He had no actual sword gourd, but these were formed from condensed force and primordial energy. This was a familiar move for him, and soon thousands of swordlights surrounded him.
The sound and spectacle matched Luo Tianheng's attack, making it hard to tell who was stronger. However, Luo Tianheng's expression darkened as he realized that Lin Xuan had not even used his offensive treasure. He felt underestimated.