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第三千三百四十九章 强中自有强中手

The situation had arisen suddenly, but Lin Xuan showed no trace of fear on his face.

He raised his right hand and shot a finger towards the strange bloodlight with an eerie glow.

"Suicide!"

The white-robed woman's pupils constricted. With the vast experience in magical combat from the Feng family duo, she had never seen such a brazen cultivator who dared to ignore her blade light and attempt to enter it unarmed.

Foolish, you will pay for your arrogance with your life.

A look of fierce determination flashed across her eyes as she waved both hands. Several spells shot out from her fingers, causing the air to become bloody. The bloodlight flickered slightly before splitting into several sharp rays that slashed towards Lin Xuan with great speed.

The entire process seemed complex but took only an instant.

The Feng family duo was renowned for their formidable skills, and this woman's counterattack was swift. Clearly, she had refined this thread of bloodlight to the point where it could be controlled at will.

However, her movements were quick, yet Lin Xuan reacted even faster.

Even if he acted last, what did that matter?

As several blood rays slashed from different angles towards him, Lin Xuan merely extended his right hand forward.

There was no trace of fiery aggression in his action. Yet, as he moved, spatial ripples appeared before him, manifesting into several arms.

Each arm's fingers were slightly curved, moving slowly yet swiftly, and they shot out to intercept the blood rays from different angles.

Clang!

The metallic impact echoed in Lin Xuan’s ears. He had timed his move perfectly, and the dozen blood rays shattered upon contact, actually rebounding back towards their source.

Impossible!

The white-robed woman's eyes widened with disbelief on her face. She knew her own abilities well; even her elder brother would hesitate before facing this sharp blade. The hardened body of a ten-thousand-year-old Corpse Demon was not meant to withstand such force.

Yet, the opponent effortlessly deflected all attacks without any magical artifacts, completely nullifying them in an instant.

Was she mistaken? Could it be a cultivator at the late Transcendence stage?

No, even if that were true, unless it was a top-tier powerhouse like Golden Yue Corpse King, such a move would never be attempted. And Golden Yue Corpse King was one of the Six Kings of阴司, an entity of great respect and status; how could he possibly attend this auction in Blackstone City? Let alone forcefully take any treasures.

With his identity and strength, it was inconceivable for him to do such a thing.

But apart from Golden Yue Corpse King, she couldn't think of anyone else with the physical prowess to face her without any magical artifacts.

The white-robed maiden's curiosity grew. But how could Lin Xuan allow her time to ponder?

Revenge is sweet; and in this situation, Lin Xuan had to eliminate his current opponent to clear a path. It wasn’t necessary to kill her but at least not let her obstruct his way.

Lin Xuan’s combat experience was equally rich. Once he broke through the opponent's attacks, the next counterattack would be natural.

His movements were like flowing clouds and water. Lin Xuan retracted his right hand, clenching it into a fist before shouting out loud and striking forward.

The action seemed ordinary, but force laws accompanied his move.

Sizzle!

A tearing sound filled the air as the sky turned dark. A series of cracks appeared in the previously empty space, each about the size of a thumb.

This scene was eerily familiar, reminiscent of Xuanwu's attack just moments ago.

While the power might not match that of True Spirit, the width and depth of the spatial rifts were smaller than before.

Xuanwu had faced three cultivators simultaneously, but now Lin Xuan only had to deal with one woman from the Feng family duo.

Thus, even if the true power was slightly less, this woman would face immense pressure alone compared to earlier.

Lin Xuan showed no mercy. The Feng family duo were known for their ruthless nature; death meant nothing. This punch carried full force.

At such close range, she had no time to dodge. Lin Xuan remembered her miraculous evasion techniques well and wouldn't repeat the mistake of Tian Xiaojian from before.

"Ahh!"

A cry echoed as the woman was hit hard and sent flying.

She lacked a physical body, so no blood spurted out, but her complexion turned paler, and she appeared more hazy. The injuries were severe.

Brother!

The ten-thousand-year-old Corpse Demon roared in anger and charged forward with a look of malevolence on his face. His ghostly claws closed together, causing the sky to darken as a massive fist emerged from the void. The sound of cracking bones filled the air as he struck Lin Xuan with all his might.

Despite lacking force laws, the sheer power was formidable.

Lin Xuan's expression changed, but no fear showed on his face. His opponent’s attack was indeed fierce, but against him, it would be in vain.

This time, Lin Xuan did not use force laws; the ten-thousand-year-old Corpse Demon excelled in physical cultivation. Even if he won, there wouldn't be much gain from a direct confrontation.

Now wasn’t the time for reckless fighting. Surrounding enemies were all around him, and any momentary lapse could result in his demise here. He had to clear this path as quickly as possible.

To achieve swift efficiency, the use of techniques and magical artifacts was crucial.

Facing the white-robed woman, he used force laws because she wasn’t adept at physical cultivation; it allowed him to exploit her weaknesses.

Now facing the ten-thousand-year-old Corpse Demon, he followed the same strategy but with different techniques.

This time, Lin Xuan didn't face off unarmed. He summoned his命宝物.

He raised his right hand and formed a fist in mid-air as a celestial sword materialized from his fingers. The sword was thin like a cicada's wing and appeared semi-transparent.

Despite its fragile appearance, it contained awe-inspiring force laws.

Sword laws could tear through anything.

Lin Xuan flicked his wrist and swung the sword downwards with great dexterity. The entire process was silent, but an immense wave of sword energy emerged, overshadowing the sky in a grand display.

In an instant, all the sword energy condensed into a fine crystal thread.

The cultivators present were stunned; transforming swords into threads to this extent was unheard of.

And it contained force laws within.

"Bad move!"

The ten-thousand-year-old Corpse Demon realized his mistake but had no time to change or avoid.

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