háng jia yī shēn shǒu ， biàn zhī yǒu méi yǒu 。
行家一伸手，便知有没有。
A true master can tell at a glance.
lín xuān zhè shí yú kǒu fēi jiàn yī chū ， duì fāng liǎn shàng de qīng shì jiù dàng rán wú cún lái le 。
林轩这十余口飞剑一出，对方脸上的轻视就荡然无存来了。
Lin Xuan’s dozen or so flying swords appeared, and the other party’s expression of contempt vanished. A hint of surprise flickered across his face.
yǐn yǐn lù chū jǐ fēn yà rán zhī sè 。
隐隐露出几分讶然之色。
Of course, he wasn’t afraid either.
dāng rán ， yě bìng bú huì wèi jù shén me 。
当然，也并不会畏惧什么。
He waved his sleeves, and his entire figure seemed to disappear from the spot.
zhǐ jiàn tā dà xiù yī fú ， zhěng gè rén jū rán cóng yuán dì xiāo shī le 。
只见他大袖一拂，整个人居然从原地消失了。
Not just that; even the surrounding environment became blurry and fragmented. Soon, the scene around him changed dramatically as snowflakes fell from the sky.
bù ， bù zhǐ shì zhěng gè rén ， shì zhè zhōu wéi de huán jìng ， yī xià zi biàn dé mó hú ， zhī lí pò suì ， suí hòu fù jìn jǐng xiàng mù rán yī biàn ， màn tiān de xuě huā yóu tiān kōng zhōng piāo luò xià lái 。
不，不止是整个人，是这周围的环境，一下子变得模糊，支离破碎，随后附近景象幕然一变，漫天的雪花由天空中飘落下来。
The ground was a pristine expanse of ice.
ér dì miàn shàng zé shì jīng yíng tòu míng de yī piàn ， zhè lǐ jū rán biàn chéng le yī mǎ píng chuān de bīng yuán 。
而地面上则是晶莹透明的一片，这里居然变成了一马平川的冰原。
An illusion?
huàn shù ？
幻术？
No, he had been transported to a closed space.
bú duì ， shì bèi chuán sòng dào yī fēng bì kōng jiān qù le 。
不对，是被传送到一封闭空间去了。
Lin Xuan’s pupils constricted. He had experienced something similar before.
lín xuān tóng kǒng wēi suō ， zhè yàng de jīng lì tā yě céng jīng yǒu guò 。
林轩瞳孔微缩，这样的经历他也曾经有过。
Despite the suddenness, he remained calm. He released several treasures to protect himself while extending his divine consciousness outward.
suī shì fā tū rán ， què bìng bù huāng luàn 。
虽事发突然，却并不慌乱。
However, he found nothing amiss. There were no prohibitions or ambushes in this area.
yī biān fàng chū shù jiàn bǎo wù hù tǐ ， yī biān jiāng shén shí cháo zhe zhōu wéi yán zhǎn ér qù 。
一边放出数件宝物护体，一边将神识朝着周围延展而去。
What was the other party’s purpose for bringing him here?
rán ér què bìng méi yǒu fā xiàn rèn hé bù tuǒ 。
然而却并没有发现任何不妥。
Lin Xuan was greatly puzzled.
zài zhè fù jìn méi yǒu fā xiàn rèn hé jìn zhì mái fú 。
在这附近没有发现任何禁制埋伏。
Before his thoughts could fully form, a spatial fluctuation occurred nearby. Lin Xuan turned his head and saw the elderly man with youthful features and long white hair appear in mid-air, a look of arrogance on his face: "Don’t overthink it. Dealing with your mere one-pointed mind period disciple, why would I need to set up an ambush? Bringing you here to this closed space is merely for undisturbedness."
nà duì fāng jiāng zì jǐ nòng dào zhè fēng bì kōng jiān de mù dì shì shén me ？
那对方将自己弄到这封闭空间的目的是什么？
This seemed like a reasonable explanation.
lín xuān xīn zhōng dà wèi yí huò 。
林轩心中大为疑惑。
However, Lin Xuan was only half convinced.
nǎo hǎi zhōng niàn tou shàng wèi zhuǎn guò ， bù yuǎn chù kōng jiān bō dòng zhòu qǐ ， lín xuān sà rán zhuǎn guò tóu lú ， què jiàn nà tóng yán hè fà de lǎo zhě zài xū kōng zhōng fú xiàn ér chū ， yī liǎn jiāo hèng zhī sè ：“ bù yòng duō yí ， duì fù nǐ qū qū yī fēn shén qī de hòu bèi dì zǐ ， lǎo fū nán dào hái xū yào shè xià mái fú ， jiāng nǐ dài dào zhè fēng bì kōng jiān lǐ ， bù guò shì wèi le wú rén dǎ rǎo bà le 。”
脑海中念头尚未转过，不远处空间波动骤起，林轩飒然转过头颅，却见那童颜鹤发的老者在虚空中浮现而出，一脸骄横之色：“不用多疑，对付你区区一分神期的后辈弟子，老夫难道还需要设下埋伏，将你带到这封闭空间里，不过是为了无人打扰罢了。”
The cultivation world was harsh; the bloodshed and deceit were countless. Even though the other party appeared very proud and didn’t lie, Lin Xuan couldn’t fully trust him based on just one word.
zhè sì hū shì hé lǐ jiě shì 。
这似乎是合理解释。
Despite his doubts, he wasn’t afraid either. He waved his sleeves, and a spell shot out. Instantly, silver light shone as the dozen or so Nine Palaces Must-Instant Swords appeared like a storm of arrows, piercing towards the other party.
bù guò lín xuān yě jǐn jǐn shì bàn xìn bàn yí 。
不过林轩也仅仅是半信半疑。
"Trivial tricks!"
xiū xiān jiè cán kù ， xīng fēng xuè yǔ shǔ bù shèng shǔ ， ěr yú wǒ zhà de shì qíng gèng duō ， duì fāng suī rán kàn shàng qù shì jí wéi jiāo ào de rén wù ， bù dǎ kuáng yǔ ， rán ér zhī rén zhī miàn bù zhī xīn ， lín xuān nǎ gǎn duì tā de yí miàn zhī cí jiù wán quán xiāng xìn 。
修仙界残酷，腥风血雨数不胜数，尔虞我诈的事情更多，对方虽然看上去是极为骄傲的人物，不打诳语，然而知人知面不知心，林轩哪敢对他的一面之词就完全相信。
Old Master Zhong’s expression was extremely arrogant. Although he had noticed that Lin Xuan’s dozen or so immortal swords were extraordinary, he didn’t take them seriously.
bù guò suī xīn zhōng yí huò ， què yě bìng bù wèi jù shén me ， xiù páo yī fú ， yī dào fǎ jué jī shè ér chū ， shà shí jiān ， yín guāng dà zuò ， nà shí yú kǒu jiǔ gōng xū yú jiàn lì shí fú xiàn ér chū ， rú jí fēng zhòu yǔ ， xiàng duì fāng zǎn cì ér qù 。
不过虽心中疑惑，却也并不畏惧什么，袖袍一拂，一道法诀激射而出，霎时间，银光大做，那十余口九宫须臾剑立时浮现而出，如疾风骤雨，像对方攒刺而去。
He stretched his hand and lightly tapped his head, then opened his mouth to emit a dazzling red light. A small fire-red gourd the size of an infant’s fist appeared.
“ diāo chóng xiǎo jì ！”
“雕虫小技！”
"Stupid fellow, showing off your set of treasures in front of me. These dozen or so flying swords are too embarrassing. Let you see the power of my sword gourd!"
zhōng lǎo liǎn shàng de biǎo qíng jiāo hèng yǐ jí ， píng xīn lái shuō ， tā suī rán yě kàn chū lín xuān jì chū de zhè shí yú kǒu xiān jiàn fēi tóng xiǎo 、 kě ， dàn yě bìng méi yǒu tài fàng zài xīn zhōng 。
钟老脸上的表情骄横以极，平心来说，他虽然也看出林轩祭出的这十余口仙剑非同小、可，但也并没有太放在心中。
"Sword gourd?"
zhǐ jiàn qí shēn chū shǒu lái ， zài hòu nǎo qīng qīng yī pāi ， kǒu yī zhāng ， hóng guāng yào yǎn ， jìng pēn chū yī yīng ér quán tou dà xiǎo de huǒ hóng hú lú lái 。
只见其伸出手来，在后脑轻轻一拍，口一张，红光耀眼，竟喷出一婴儿拳头大小的火红葫芦来。
Lin Xuan’s pupils constricted as his attention shifted to the red gourd before him.
“ yú chǔn de jiā huo ， jū rán zài lǎo fū miàn qián mài nòng chéng tào de bǎo wù ， qū qū shí yú kǒu fēi jiàn ， yě bù xián diū rén xiàn yǎn ， ràng nǐ jiàn shí jiàn shí lǎo fū jiàn hú de shén tōng rú hé ？”
“愚蠢的家伙，居然在老夫面前卖弄成套的宝物，区区十余口飞剑，也不嫌丢人现眼，让你见识见识老夫剑葫的神通如何？”
The treasure emitted a flash of light and grew at an incredible speed.
“ jiàn hú ？”
“剑葫？”
A loud bang echoed in his ears, and a fiery red beam shot out, about the thickness of a child's arm. Although it seemed powerful, this wasn’t just a beam; once it left the sword gourd, it spread outwards, transforming into countless small swords.
lín xuān tóng kǒng wēi suō ， mù guāng shǎn shuò ， zhù yì lì dōu luò xiàng le qián fāng nà huǒ hóng sè de hú lú 。
林轩瞳孔微缩，目光闪烁，注意力都落像了前方那火红色的葫芦。
Lin Xuan’s divine consciousness swept over them, finding dozens of them.
zhǐ jiàn cǐ bǎo líng guāng yī shǎn ， jìng yǐ bù kě sī yì de sù dù yíng fēng biàn dà le qǐ lái 。
只见此宝灵光一闪，竟以不可思议的速度迎风变大了起来。
However, this was only the beginning. The surface of the gourd shimmered with runes, and clear explosions echoed in his ears as beams shot out from within.
suí hòu pēng de yī shēng chuán rù ěr duǒ ， cóng lǐ miàn pēn chū yī dào huǒ hóng sè de guāng zhù ， yuē yǒu ér bì cū ’ wēi lì kàn shì bù sú bù ， bú duì ， zhè nǎ lǐ shì shén me guāng zhù ， lí kāi jiàn hú yǐ hòu ， lì kè xiàng zhe sì zhōu sàn kāi ， suí hòu jìng rán biàn huà chū le yī kǒu yī kǒu de xiǎo jiàn 。
随后嘭的一声传入耳朵，从里面喷出一道火红色的光柱，约有儿臂粗’威力看似不俗不，不对，这哪里是什么光柱，离开剑葫以后，立刻像着四周散开，随后竟然变化出了一口一口的小剑。
Each beam dispersed, revealing more than a dozen immortal swords before him.
lín xuān shén shí sǎo guò ， jū rán yǒu shù shí zhī duō 。
林轩神识扫过，居然有数十之多。
In just an instant, the sky above was filled with countless flying swords.
rán ér zhè bù guò jǐn jǐn shì kāi shǐ ， zhǐ jiàn nà hú lú biǎo miàn fú wén piāo dòng ， qīng cuì de bào xiǎng shēng bù jué yú ěr duǒ ， yóu lǐ miàn pēn shè chū yī dào yòu yī dào de guāng zhù 。
然而这不过仅仅是开始，只见那葫芦表面符文飘动，清脆的爆响声不绝于耳朵，由里面喷射出一道又一道的光柱。
Counting roughly, there were perhaps ten thousand or fewer, but several thousand were certainly present.
měi yī dào sàn kāi ， suí hòu dōu yǒu shù shí kǒu xiān jiàn xiǎn xiàn yú yǎn qián 。
每一道散开，随后都有数十口仙剑显现于眼前。
Lin Xuan’s expression turned grim. He had experienced many storms and tempests, but he had never seen such a treasure.
qián hòu bù guò qǐng kè de gōng fu ， tóu dǐng de tiān mù jiù bèi nà mì mì má má de fēi jiàn tián mǎn 。
前后不过顷刻的功夫，头顶的天幕就被那密密麻麻的飞剑填满。
If it were merely sword rays, that would be one thing.
cū lüè yī shù ， wàn yú huò xǔ bù zú ， dàn sān sì qiān zěn me yě shì yǒu de 。
粗略一数，万余或许不足，但三四千怎么也是有的。
The critical point was that the thousands of flying swords were all实体 (solid), not mere illusions conjured by mana.
lín xuān de liǎn sè yě bù yóu de nán kàn qǐ lái le ， tā jīng lì dà fēng dà làng wú shù ， rán ér zhè yàng de bǎo wù què yě shì tóu yī cì mù dǔ 。
林轩的脸色也不由得难看起来了，他经历大风大浪无数，然而这样的宝物却也是头一次目睹。
So many flying swords—heard of them before. Even if each wasn’t as powerful as his own, their sheer number could compensate for any deficiency in individual power.
ruò shì jiàn máng yě jiù bà le 。
若是剑芒也就罢了。
His thoughts raced, and Lin Xuan dared not underestimate or be careless. He no longer hid his strength, calling out a light command to release all the Nine Palaces Must-Instant Swords.
guān jiàn shì ， nà shù yǐ qiān jì de fēi jiàn ， quán dōu shì shí tǐ ， jué fēi dān chún yòng fǎ lì níng chéng de jiàn máng kě bǐ 。
关键是，那数以千计的飞剑，全都是实体，绝非单纯用法力凝成的剑芒可比。
Silver light flooded the ground, dazzlingly bright. Adding the dozen or so flying swords he had just released, the eighty-one Nine Palaces Must-Instant Swords appeared in unison, creating quite an impressive display.
zhè me duō fēi jiàn ， dàng zhēn shì wén suǒ wèi wén ， jiù suàn měi yī bǐng wēi lì bìng bù rú yǒu hé ， dàn shù liàng rú cǐ zhī duō ， yě zú yǐ mí bǔ dān bǐng wēi lì de bù zú 。
这么多飞剑，当真是闻所未闻，就算每一柄威力并不如有何，但数量如此之多，也足以弥补单柄威力的不足。
The number of Lin Xuan’s life-bound treasures surprised Old Master Zhong. A look of surprise flashed across his face but was quickly replaced by arrogance.
nǎo hǎi zhōng niàn tou zhuǎn guò ， lín xuān nǎ lǐ hái gǎn yǒu bàn fēn qīng shì shū hū ， yě bù zài cáng zhuō ， kǒu zhōng yī shēng qīng hē ， jiāng jiǔ gōng xū yú jiàn quán bù jì chū 。
脑海中念头转过，林轩哪里还敢有半分轻视疏忽，也不再藏拙，口中一声轻喝，将九宫须臾剑全部祭出。
No matter how many immortal swords the other party had, they couldn’t match his sword gourd.
shà shí jiān ， yín máng xiè dì ， yào mù yǐ jí ， jiā shàng gāng cái jì chū de shí jǐ kǒu fēi jiàn ， jiǔ jiǔ bā shí yī bǐng jiǔ gōng xū yú jiàn qí chū ， shēng shì dàng zhēn shì lìng rén cè mù 。
霎时间，银芒泄地，耀目以极，加上刚才祭出的十几口飞剑，九九八十一柄九宫须臾剑齐出，声势当真是令人侧目。
"Quick!"
lín xuān běn mìng fǎ bǎo rú cǐ zhī duō ， yě ràng zhōng lǎo yì wài yǐ jí ， liǎn shàng liú lù chū jǐ fēn chà yì ， dàn jǐn jǐn shì yī shǎn ér guò ， hěn kuài jiù bèi jiāo hèng zhī sè tì dài le 。
林轩本命法宝如此之多，也让钟老意外以极，脸上流露出几分诧异，但仅仅是一闪而过，很快就被骄横之色替代了。
He raised his right hand and pointed forward. With his movement, whizzing sounds filled the air as thousands of flying swords shot towards the front.
duì fāng xiān jiàn zài duō ， yòu qǐ bǐ dé shàng zì jǐ de jiàn hú ？
对方仙剑再多，又岂比得上自己的剑葫？
If hit, Lin Xuan would be pockmarked like a honeycomb.
“ jí ！”
“疾！”
Hundreds of immortal swords, how could they possibly withstand ten times more treasures?
zhǐ jiàn tā yòu shǒu tái qǐ ， yī zhǐ xiàng qián diǎn qù ， suí zhe qí dòng zuò ， chī chī de pò kōng shēng chuán rù ěr duǒ ， shù yǐ qiān jì de fēi jiàn ， xiàng zhe qián fāng cuán shè 。
只见他右手抬起，一指向前点去，随着其动作，嗤嗤的破空声传入耳朵，数以千计的飞剑，像着前方攒射。
On the surface, it seemed so. But Lin Xuan wasn’t an ordinary cultivator.
zhè yī xià ruò shì cì zhōng le ， lín xuān fēi biàn chéng fēng wō 。
这一下若是刺中了，林轩非变成蜂窝。
Despite his doubts, he didn’t hesitate. His fingers moved rapidly as spell after spell appeared.
qū qū bù zú bǎi yú kǒu de xiān jiàn ， yòu zěn me néng yǔ shí bèi de fǎ bǎo xiāng kàng héng ne ？
区区不足百余口的仙剑，又怎么能与十倍的法宝相抗衡呢？
As he moved, faint dragon roars echoed in his ears. One by one, the immortal swords vanished, replaced by extremely thin silver threads.
biǎo miàn shàng shì rú cǐ ， kě xī lín xuān yòu nǎ lǐ huì shì pǔ tōng de xiū shì ？
表面上是如此，可惜林轩又哪里会是普通的修士？
Though slender, they were several feet long, shimmering with a noble appearance.
suī xīn zhōng jīng yí ， shǒu shàng de dòng zuò què shì yì diǎn yě bù màn ， shí zhǐ fēn dàn ， yī dào yī dào de fǎ jué fú xiàn chū lái 。
虽心中惊疑，手上的动作却是一点也不慢，十指纷弹，一道一道的法诀浮现出来。
And this was only the beginning. Silver light flashed continuously, and more and more silver threads appeared.
suí zhe qí dòng zuò ， yǐn yǐn jìng yǒu lóng yín shēng chuán rù ěr biān ， suí hòu nà yī bǐng yī bǐng de xiān jiàn jū rán xiāo shī bú jiàn ， qǔ ér dài zhī de shì yī tiáo xiān xì yǐ jí de yín sī fú xiàn yú yǎn qián 。
随着其动作，隐隐竟有龙吟声传入耳边，随后那一柄一柄的仙剑居然消失不见，取而代之的是一条纤细以极的银丝浮现于眼前。
In an instant, hundreds of thin sword threads covered Lin Xuan’s body.
suī rán xiān xì ， dàn què yǒu shù zhàng zhī zhǎng ， yín guāng shǎn shǎn ， xiǎn de pǒ wèi bù fán 。
虽然纤细，但却有数丈之长，银光闪闪，显得颇为不凡。
The number didn’t fall short of those shot out by the other party’s sword gourd, slicing towards him like a scythe.
ér qiě ， zhè bù guò jǐn jǐn shì kāi shǐ ， jǐn jiē zhe ， zhǐ jiàn yín máng lián shǎn ， yī dào jiē yī dào de yín sī gǔn gǔn fú xiàn chū lái 。
而且，这不过仅仅是开始，紧接着，只见银芒连闪，一道接一道的银丝滚滚浮现出来。
Sizzle…
zhuǎn shùn jiān ， yǐ yǒu chéng bǎi shàng qiān dào xiān xì yǐ jí de jiàn sī ， mì mì má má de lǒng zhào zài le lín xuān de shēn qián 。
转瞬间，已有成百上千道纤细以极的剑丝，密密麻麻的笼罩在了林轩的身前。
Soon, they clashed with thousands of fiery red immortal swords. Sharp light flashed as the power of the Nine Palaces Must-Instant Swords was revealed. The fiery red swords were cut to pieces, turning into ordinary iron.
shù liàng bǐ zhī duì fāng jiàn hú pēn chū lái de bǎo wù yě bù xùn sè ， fān fān gǔn gǔn de xiàng zhe qián fāng qiē gē ér qù le 。
数量比之对方剑葫喷出来的宝物也不逊色，翻翻滚滚的像着前方切割而去了。
"Impossible!"
cī lā ……
刺啦……
Old Master Zhong’s expression changed abruptly. He knew his own abilities; the swords shot out by the sword gourd were numerous but each had formidable power, not inferior to those of a one-pointed mind period cultivator. They couldn’t withstand the other party’s transformation from swords to threads. This Lin boy’s strength was exaggerated—equal to or even stronger than what his disciples said. No wonder he could kill more than twenty one-pointed mind period cultivators from three sects, making them flee in fear.
hěn kuài ， jiù yǔ nà shù yǐ qiān jì ， huǒ hóng sè de xiān jiàn jī zhuàng zài yì qǐ ， lì máng sì shè ， jiǔ gōng xū yú jiàn de shén wēi dùn shí xiǎn xiàn ér chū ， nà xiē huǒ hóng sè de xiān jiàn yí gè zhào miàn ， jiù bèi qiē gē dé zhī lí pò suì ， yóu bǎo wù huà wèi le fán tiě 。
很快，就与那数以千计，火红色的仙剑激撞在一起，厉芒四射，九宫须臾剑的神威顿时显现而出，那些火红色的仙剑一个罩面，就被切割得支离破碎，由宝物化为了凡铁。
But despite his shock, a cold smile appeared on his face.
“ bù kě néng ！”
“不可能！”
Strong as he might be, there was still a difference of an entire cultivation stage between them. Facing him would only be like a cicada trying to stop a chariot. With this thought, his courage surged. Without any additional movements, he simply cast a spell, and an unbelievable scene occurred. The swords that had been cut in half by the previous attack reappeared, shining brightly as if new, piercing towards Lin Xuan once again.
A true master can tell at a glance.
Lin Xuan’s dozen or so flying swords appeared, and the other party’s expression of contempt vanished. A hint of surprise flickered across his face.
Of course, he wasn’t afraid either.
He waved his sleeves, and his entire figure seemed to disappear from the spot.
Not just that; even the surrounding environment became blurry and fragmented. Soon, the scene around him changed dramatically as snowflakes fell from the sky.
The ground was a pristine expanse of ice.
An illusion?
No, he had been transported to a closed space.
Lin Xuan’s pupils constricted. He had experienced something similar before.
Despite the suddenness, he remained calm. He released several treasures to protect himself while extending his divine consciousness outward.
However, he found nothing amiss. There were no prohibitions or ambushes in this area.
What was the other party’s purpose for bringing him here?
Lin Xuan was greatly puzzled.
Before his thoughts could fully form, a spatial fluctuation occurred nearby. Lin Xuan turned his head and saw the elderly man with youthful features and long white hair appear in mid-air, a look of arrogance on his face: "Don’t overthink it. Dealing with your mere one-pointed mind period disciple, why would I need to set up an ambush? Bringing you here to this closed space is merely for undisturbedness."
This seemed like a reasonable explanation.
However, Lin Xuan was only half convinced.
The cultivation world was harsh; the bloodshed and deceit were countless. Even though the other party appeared very proud and didn’t lie, Lin Xuan couldn’t fully trust him based on just one word.
Despite his doubts, he wasn’t afraid either. He waved his sleeves, and a spell shot out. Instantly, silver light shone as the dozen or so Nine Palaces Must-Instant Swords appeared like a storm of arrows, piercing towards the other party.
"Trivial tricks!"
Old Master Zhong’s expression was extremely arrogant. Although he had noticed that Lin Xuan’s dozen or so immortal swords were extraordinary, he didn’t take them seriously.
He stretched his hand and lightly tapped his head, then opened his mouth to emit a dazzling red light. A small fire-red gourd the size of an infant’s fist appeared.
"Stupid fellow, showing off your set of treasures in front of me. These dozen or so flying swords are too embarrassing. Let you see the power of my sword gourd!"
"Sword gourd?"
Lin Xuan’s pupils constricted as his attention shifted to the red gourd before him.
The treasure emitted a flash of light and grew at an incredible speed.
A loud bang echoed in his ears, and a fiery red beam shot out, about the thickness of a child's arm. Although it seemed powerful, this wasn’t just a beam; once it left the sword gourd, it spread outwards, transforming into countless small swords.
Lin Xuan’s divine consciousness swept over them, finding dozens of them.
However, this was only the beginning. The surface of the gourd shimmered with runes, and clear explosions echoed in his ears as beams shot out from within.
Each beam dispersed, revealing more than a dozen immortal swords before him.
In just an instant, the sky above was filled with countless flying swords.
Counting roughly, there were perhaps ten thousand or fewer, but several thousand were certainly present.
Lin Xuan’s expression turned grim. He had experienced many storms and tempests, but he had never seen such a treasure.
If it were merely sword rays, that would be one thing.
The critical point was that the thousands of flying swords were all实体 (solid), not mere illusions conjured by mana.
So many flying swords—heard of them before. Even if each wasn’t as powerful as his own, their sheer number could compensate for any deficiency in individual power.
His thoughts raced, and Lin Xuan dared not underestimate or be careless. He no longer hid his strength, calling out a light command to release all the Nine Palaces Must-Instant Swords.
Silver light flooded the ground, dazzlingly bright. Adding the dozen or so flying swords he had just released, the eighty-one Nine Palaces Must-Instant Swords appeared in unison, creating quite an impressive display.
The number of Lin Xuan’s life-bound treasures surprised Old Master Zhong. A look of surprise flashed across his face but was quickly replaced by arrogance.
No matter how many immortal swords the other party had, they couldn’t match his sword gourd.
"Quick!"
He raised his right hand and pointed forward. With his movement, whizzing sounds filled the air as thousands of flying swords shot towards the front.
If hit, Lin Xuan would be pockmarked like a honeycomb.
Hundreds of immortal swords, how could they possibly withstand ten times more treasures?
On the surface, it seemed so. But Lin Xuan wasn’t an ordinary cultivator.
Despite his doubts, he didn’t hesitate. His fingers moved rapidly as spell after spell appeared.
As he moved, faint dragon roars echoed in his ears. One by one, the immortal swords vanished, replaced by extremely thin silver threads.
Though slender, they were several feet long, shimmering with a noble appearance.
And this was only the beginning. Silver light flashed continuously, and more and more silver threads appeared.
In an instant, hundreds of thin sword threads covered Lin Xuan’s body.
The number didn’t fall short of those shot out by the other party’s sword gourd, slicing towards him like a scythe.
Sizzle…
Soon, they clashed with thousands of fiery red immortal swords. Sharp light flashed as the power of the Nine Palaces Must-Instant Swords was revealed. The fiery red swords were cut to pieces, turning into ordinary iron.
"Impossible!"
Old Master Zhong’s expression changed abruptly. He knew his own abilities; the swords shot out by the sword gourd were numerous but each had formidable power, not inferior to those of a one-pointed mind period cultivator. They couldn’t withstand the other party’s transformation from swords to threads. This Lin boy’s strength was exaggerated—equal to or even stronger than what his disciples said. No wonder he could kill more than twenty one-pointed mind period cultivators from three sects, making them flee in fear.
But despite his shock, a cold smile appeared on his face.
Strong as he might be, there was still a difference of an entire cultivation stage between them. Facing him would only be like a cicada trying to stop a chariot. With this thought, his courage surged. Without any additional movements, he simply cast a spell, and an unbelievable scene occurred. The swords that had been cut in half by the previous attack reappeared, shining brightly as if new, piercing towards Lin Xuan once again.