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第三千四百四十五章 御剑术

"Words of a gentleman, a swift horse's kick!"

The old man in the black robe showed no hesitation. As long as he could slay the White Tiger, he was willing to pay any price.

Even his life and death were not worth considering; thus, other conditions naturally didn't matter much.

"Agreed!"

Lin Xuan did not say more. He wasn't afraid of the other party having second thoughts. Although most cultivators were cold-hearted, those at their level generally kept their promises.

Breaking a promise was considered shameful!

Few Great Daoists would do such foolish things unless absolutely necessary.

Moreover, these two brothers had seals on them, though they couldn't be treated like fish for the butcher's knife. Still, Lin Xuan believed he could make them keep their word with some assurance.

Besides, he intended to deal with the White Tiger anyway; this was just a bonus.

Why hesitate? If the White Tiger continued its rampage, countless lives would suffer.

Even ordinary people couldn't defend themselves against one of the Four Divine Beasts. Lin Xuan didn't want to be seen as a savior, but at this moment, saving the world aligned with his goals, so he was willing to act bravely and rescue all living beings from danger.

Lin Xuan was a decisive person. Once he made up his mind, there was no hesitation. His body radiated with brilliance as he flew towards the battlefield.

Roar!

The deafening roar reached Lin Xuan's ears. Although they communicated through divine consciousness, the White Tiger had already sensed something amiss.

Despite its current state of madness, its true essence still instinctively reacted strongly. Even though Lin Xuan and Moon did not reveal their full power, just their calm demeanor was enough to deter it.

The White Tiger was a creature from ancient times with countless battles under its belt. Yet, when facing Lin Xuan, it felt an inexplicable discomfort.

That feeling was hard to describe, but similar experiences had occurred in the past.

Those instances were always against formidable enemies.

This young Lin, however, how could he be so remarkable?

Was his perception mistaken? Or something else?

The White Tiger didn't have time or mood to argue. It decided to act first and take advantage of the situation.

Its strength was already superior to that of the two from Cloud Mist Sect by much. Earlier, due to their desperate efforts, it had appeared vulnerable. But over time, it regained its momentum.

While claiming an absolute victory might be exaggerated, describing it as effortless would be accurate. Hence, seeing Lin Xuan approaching, it immediately prepared to act.

Roar!

With that roar, a massive tiger head materialized in the sky.

The fierce eyes glowed red, emitting terrifying rage. Then it opened its blood-filled mouth.

Lin Xuan's pupils constricted!

His keen eye could see the problem clearly. Not retaliating was not Lin Xuan's choice.

Seizing the initiative now was crucial.

With that thought, Lin Xuan raised his right hand. A thin, transparent sword appeared in his palm, shimmering like a蝉翼 (chán yì, cicada wing).

Lin Xuan gently shook it, seemingly moving only his shoulder. No other movements, but the entire sky instantly filled with converging sword energy.

The sword energy rained down like a storm, myriad and colorful, sweeping towards the White Tiger with great force.

Such an imposing attack, yet all the sword energies were orderly, as if following some natural law, though it was hard to pinpoint exactly what that law was.

Cloud Mist Island had suffered greatly, but lucky survivors managed to escape from the earlier calamity. They were now mesmerized by Lin Xuan's extraordinary sword skills.

While ancient times were long gone, sword cultivators had declined. However, many cultivators still used swords as their primary weapon.

Almost all cultivators had practiced sword techniques, but none like Lin Xuan's mastery.

Of course, he wasn't invincible, but to ordinary cultivators, he was beyond reach. Everyone was transfixed, not daring to miss any detail.

Roar!

The deafening roar echoed again.

Clearly sensing the situation, the White Tiger's massive tiger head grew even larger, covering half of the sky. The rage burst forth from its mouth, emitting light beams and some flickering arcs. The scene was astonishingly powerful.

Lin Xuan ignored it. In an instant, the vast sword energy clashed with the light beams.

Sizzle...

Multicolored crystal!

The terrifying hurricane in the sky surged. As the light beams met the sword energies, they fiercely interlocked.

No clear winner yet.

But Lin Xuan's move went beyond this point.

Seeing that the Nine Palaces Needles' attack was futile, he didn't get upset. He raised his right hand and lightly punched forward.

This punch was indeed effortless, devoid of any human touch, reaching a state of simplicity.

Initially, the White Tiger hadn’t noticed anything amiss because it was preoccupied with the other two Great Daoists. Thus, it couldn’t immediately detect Lin Xuan's subtle moves.

Force Law!

The original balance between sword energy and light beams remained unresolved. However, Lin Xuan’s punch broke that equilibrium.

Sizzle...

The light beams were swallowed by the sword energies and punch force, then disintegrated like a collapsing fortress. The attack swept through, pushing everything behind it.

The tiger head was the first to face this onslaught. It couldn’t even dodge in time before being overwhelmed by the converging attacks. The space blurred, and finally, it vanished completely.

Roar!

The distant roar of the White Tiger reached Lin Xuan's ears, tinged with pain.

The tiger head he had conjured wasn't just a simple technique; it contained a fragment of his essence to achieve arm-like finger control.

Now, he had lost that advantage, all mysteriously destroyed by Lin Xuan’s attack.

PS: Repeatedly breaking promises, Huan Yu felt ashamed and didn’t know where to hide. No more talk, I’ll definitely try harder tomorrow!

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