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第两千二百三十二章 仙剑莲花

"Remove the flying sword?" Lin Xuan's face showed a hint of playful amusement.

"Yes, yes," the High Ghost Senior's attitude had completely changed. He puffed his cheeks and said, "Friend Daoist, your might is formidable; I have already learned my lesson. I dare not provoke you again. If you wish to discuss matters with me, these treasures floating around will make me tremble in fear and unable to focus on making a major decision."

"You're slick talker. If I remove the flying sword, it would be convenient for you to attack me..." Lin Xuan said disdainfully.

"No, no, Friend Daoist, I have already experienced your divine powers. Do you think I'm so foolish as to risk my life by challenging you?"

Lin Xuan's face showed a hint of contemplation.

After several breaths, he sighed in relief: "Alright, I'll believe you."

Lin Xuan wasn't relaxing his vigilance; rather, he was confident that he had already seen the other party's strength. Even if he tried to provoke him again, it would be impossible for him to escape unscathed.

A whoosh entered his ears as a ghostly mist suddenly appeared several feet in front of him.

Gathering at the center, an exceptionally clear ghost face appeared before his eyes.

The features and expressions were identical to those of High Ghost Senior. What was that ghostly mist doing there?

Could this mere residual soul still perform a clone technique and deceive his divine sense?

Lin Xuan was filled with more doubts than ever. He couldn't even dodge it in time; the distance between them was only a few inches.

A whoosh entered his ears as the ghostly mist rushed at him, enveloping his head before disappearing into his brow.

"Ah!"

Lin Xuan clutched his head and let out an extremely mournful cry.

Blackness covered his face, distorting his features. A ghost face appeared on his forehead with a smug expression.

"You little brat! Do you dare to haggle with me? Now that I have you, your body is mine."

Before he could finish speaking, a maniacal laugh filled the air, indicating that High Ghost Senior was extremely pleased by this ambush. He had clearly become overconfident.

No matter how sharp his treasures were, they would still serve as a sacrificial offering for him in the end.

Just as Lin Xuan's thoughts raced, the blackness dissipated and the ghostly mist vanished into his brow.

One must be cautious even when feeling triumphant. First, he needed to take control of this young man's body.

Lin Xuan was in grave danger. After all, no matter how powerful his divine sense might be, it still couldn't match that of a One Spirit Division existence.

Suddenly, the space around them fluctuated as another Lin Xuan appeared several feet away on the left side, with a mocking expression.

At almost the same time, the "Lin Xuan" who had been possessed exploded in a loud explosion and vanished into nothingness. A furious voice echoed: "Fake! You bastard, you actually dared to deceive me with a fake body?"

"How can deceiving me matter?" Lin Xuan's indifferent voice rang out.

He knew his situation well; he had nearly fallen for the trap just now. Fortunately, he was quick enough and used a substitute soul talisman first. Otherwise, it would be uncertain who would survive.

If truly possessed by that residual soul... Lin Xuan shuddered at the thought.

Since entering the cultivation world, he had faced countless dangers, but this time should rank among the top three.

"Phew!"

Lin Xuan sighed in relief as a hint of ferocity appeared on his face. He wouldn't take kindly to being forced into cooperation; did this old man really think he couldn't use ruthless methods?

A spell flew out from his sleeve, followed by nine sword lotuses that vanished and reappeared, encircling the ghostly face.

High Ghost Senior's expression was very unpleasant.

Truly, the more cunning one is, the harder it is to deal with. He had never imagined this young man would be so difficult to handle. In such a situation, he could still manage to escape. Now what should he do?

Although unwilling to admit it, the fact was that in a one-on-one fight, he wasn't Lin Xuan's match.

He was at a disadvantage; with just a residual soul, his strength couldn't compare to Lin Xuan's.

A true man adapts and adjusts. Giving in seemed like the best choice.

Thus, a smile appeared on his face: "Friend Daoist, don't get angry. I was just momentarily confused. You should forgive me..."

"You should forgive me?" Lin Xuan interrupted him, "Do you think I'm an idiot?"

"What do you mean by that?" High Ghost Senior felt extremely uneasy: "Of course not."

"Since you know it's not true, then I gave you a chance earlier. But instead of being grateful, you dared to ambush me. You should be prepared for your downfall now. You can go die."

"Friend Daoist, please stop. Let's talk."

High Ghost Senior was shocked and alarmed, but Lin Xuan had no time to listen to him. A spell flew out from his sleeve, producing a clear ringing sound as red light flowed. The nine sword lotuses simultaneously bloomed.

Each petal was lifelike, composed of razor-sharp flying swords.

"Quickly!"

Lin Xuan pointed at the ghost face with one finger. Instantly, sharp rays emerged like a swarm of fire-red sword beams from the nine sword lotuses.

The number was astonishing; there were hundreds of them, completely surrounding the ghost face. There wasn't even an opening, making it almost impossible to escape.

"Friend Daoist, this is a misunderstanding...,"

Lin Xuan ignored his babbling and said coldly: "Old man, you can go die."

Before he could finish speaking, those sword beams began moving.

"Ah!"

A mournful cry echoed as a small black mist was cut away. Although it was only a tiny piece, the damage to his soul felt even more painful than physical injury, comparable to soul extraction and essence refinement.

This was just the beginning; High Ghost Senior naturally didn't want to surrender. He roared loudly, opening his mouth and spewing several strands of true essence. His face turned pale, but those true essences flickered like a whirlwind, rising up to envelop him.

Lin Xuan clearly saw that each wind blade in the whirlwind was rapidly rotating.

Not only could it defend, but it could also attack.

Lin Xuan sighed; with just a residual soul left, High Ghost Senior still had so many tricks. Impressive indeed.

But resistance was futile. Lin Xuan pointed his finger and dozens of sword lights rushed forward. A sound like nails on a chalkboard filled the air as the sword beams clashed with the wind blades.

These sword beams weren't随意挥洒出来的,而是借助九宫须臾剑阵施展的。威力非同小可,一接触,风刃就抵挡不住,在哀鸣声中消失。

而剑光继续前进,那天鬼如何能躲过?惨叫声此起彼伏,求饶的声音不断传来,但林 Xuan 视若无睹。

当然,高鬼在求饶的过程中一直在施展神通抵挡,但无济于事。短短一盏茶的时间,鬼雾的面积减小了一半,高鬼幻化的鬼脸也显得无力起来。

表情更是惶恐不安:难道自己真的要在这里陨落?

他不甘心,在圣祖手中都能逃出生天,怎么可以不明不白地死在这里?然而此时此刻,不管他如何舌战莲花都没有效果。被对方气得不行的林 Xuan 若不是机警,已经被吞噬夺舍。

忍无可忍,孰不可忍,林 Xuan 当然不会手下留情。

高鬼的魂力已经不多,再这样下去,真要回天乏术了。

又一道剑芒激射,然而就在此刻,高鬼开口道:“住手,难道你连炼制分神丹的灵草也不要了吗?”

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