Lingyuan Immortal

Chapter 275: Victory by Swordsmanship
"cut!"

Lin Yuanqing shouted softly, and thousands of sword shadows responded to each other and flew towards Chen Mu.

In all directions, one could see and hear the shadows of flying swords everywhere.

Seeing this, Nong Jiang's old face relaxed a lot, and he sneered in his heart.

Fairy Xian Yue had also reacted by now, her brows furrowed, and her hands unconsciously clenched tightly.

"Junior Sister Xian Yue, there's no need to worry so much... That kid is not so easy to deal with." Seeing what she was thinking, Xiao Jingyuan smiled and said indifferently.

As expected, Chen Mu, who was in the center of the flying sword, was not panicked at all. He made a hand gesture and suddenly a roar like that of a cow was heard.

But then he saw eight cloud dragons, from small to large, flying out from his sleeves in the blink of an eye. Wherever they went, the shadows of the flying swords turned into bubbles and slowly dissipated.

"clang!"

With a slight sound, Lin Yuanqing's flying sword was knocked back, and its momentum was greatly reduced.

"This……"

Everyone was shocked when they saw this, and they were quite unbelievable, but when they saw Lin Yuanqing's calm expression, they felt relieved again.

"Uncle Lin hasn't shown his true abilities yet..."

A foundation-building cultivator with a sharp eye like Nong Jiang frowned slightly and stared closely at the eight flying dragons in the air.

"A top-tier spell at the Perfection level... in terms of power, it's no less powerful than a magic spell."

Chen Mu had no time to guess what others were thinking. At this moment, he was driving Youlong to pounce on Lin Yuanqing without stopping.

Lin Yuanqing's flying sword was knocked back, but he was not worried at all, because he knew that his swordsmanship was not conducive to head-on confrontation.

"disease!"

With a light shout, the phantom moon light behind his head shone brightly, and then thousands of sword shadows appeared in the air in an instant, and did not stop.

The sword shadows were like ants devouring an elephant, which was killing the invading dragon. For a moment, he was actually stopped by him and could only roar continuously, with no other choice.

Fortunately, Chen Mu didn't just have this one spell to deal with the enemy...

"boom!"

A muffled thunder suddenly sounded, and the disciples were so frightened that they looked up at the sky, thinking that the Thunder God had descended to the earth.

Lin Yuanqing also felt uneasy, and stared intently with his brows furrowed. After seeing what kind of magic it was, his pupils contracted instantly, and he said in surprise:
"Guishui Yinlei?"

"You actually cultivated a mid-level magic technique in the early stage of foundation building... If you had told me earlier, I would never have stood up to stop you from taking the sword!" He looked regretful and cursed in his heart.

In the blink of an eye, several beautiful dark blue night lightning flashed down, and thousands of sword shadows seemed to have encountered their natural enemies, trembling and breaking one after another.

"How hateful! If I were the Kunwu Sword Master right now, how could I be bullied by Er Leifa!"

Lin Yuanqing was filled with grief and anger, and he quickly controlled the magic sword and soared into the sky. The phantom moon behind his head was like a scabbard, catching up with the magic sword at an incredible speed and blessing it.

"boom!"

There was a loud bang, and the spiritual sword that soared into the sky fell back at a speed far exceeding that of before, hitting the ground heavily, and many ice marks appeared on the sword body.

Seeing this, Nong Jiang, whose expression had just relaxed, became gloomy again. It was obvious that he did not expect Chen Mu to have such a powerful method.

Even Xiao Jingyuan, who had met Chen Mu twice, was puzzled: "I remember that he was practicing the Secret Art of Nether Thunder before. How could he master the Guishui Yin Thunder so quickly?"

Everyone started discussing again, and they all lamented that the thunder magic was so domineering that even sword cultivators could not match it.

In fact, it was also because Lin Yuanqing's swordsmanship was not good. He pursued the illusion of defeating the enemy. Once he encountered such a domineering method, his flaws were exposed without a doubt...

Seeing that Chen Mu was about to send down the Yin thunder, Lin Yuanqing was horrified and thought of a quick solution. He shouted loudly: "This time, we are fighting for the spiritual sword. You won by using thunder magic... I don't accept it!"

"Shameless..."

When these words were spoken, not only did Chen Mu sneer in his heart, but even the disciples who were watching from the side could not bear to watch it and felt quite embarrassed.

Fairy Xian Yue was so angry that her face turned red and she kept scolding.

A mere sword cultivator was beaten to the point of saying such words...

"Uncle Lin, we asked the Sword Sect members not to do such things, so please take back what you said!" "Yes, Uncle Lin, if the Sect Master were here, he would not agree to this..."

Several courageous disciples of Wenjian loudly admonished them, unable to bear the further damage to their sect's reputation.

However, some disciples retorted, "Are you all idiots? This is a battle for spiritual swords, so naturally the winner must be determined by swordsmanship. Uncle Lin said this for our sect, so why would he take it back..."

The person who had just given the warning was about to yell and curse, but was suddenly stopped by Nong Jiang.

"That's right! Junior Brother Lin, what you said makes sense... If Fellow Daoist Chen feels he's no match for me, I'd like to reiterate my promise just now to comfort your understanding heart!"

"Oh... what a sensible heart..."

Chen Mu laughed in his heart, feeling that the world has changed so much and strength is truly respected.

"Qiang!"

Suddenly there was a clear sound, and the three-foot-long sword spun out a sword flower.

"As you said... we will win by swordsmanship!"

“Tick…tick!”

At some point, a light drizzle began to fall in this place where peach blossoms were in full bloom.

When Lin Yuanqing saw that Chen Mu really agreed, he was overjoyed and quickly swallowed a healing pill. A bright moon rose behind his head again.

"Shhhhh..."

Sword shadows appeared one after another, gradually filling the air, blocking the raindrops as if they were real.

"go with!"

At Lin Yuanqing's command, thousands of sword shadows rushed out rapidly.

Perhaps it was because he was excited and his Taoist foundation was trembling wildly, so the momentum of his sword this time was even more powerful than before.

Chen Mu seemed unaware, concentrating entirely on the three-foot-long sword in his hand.

In a trance, everyone only felt that the three-foot-long sword turned into an extremely slender water-colored rain thread, which cleverly passed through thousands of sword shadows and slashed directly towards Lin Yuanqing.

“This is…” Nong Jiang, who had the highest realm in the field, was the first to notice something was wrong. With his eyes slightly narrowed, he suddenly shouted: “Not good! Junior Brother Lin, get out of here!”

Before he finished speaking, he controlled a dazzling sword light containing the meaning of extinction, and flew in front of Lin Yuanqing in the blink of an eye, intending to block the rain-like sword light for him.

"clang!"

With a clear sound, a three-foot-long sword appeared and was called back by Chen Mu.

Nong Jiang groaned and waved his hand to disperse the Seven Deadly Sword Lights.

"Sir, where did you get this sword-wielding technique?"

His voice was dark and mournful, and he tried his best to suppress the shock in his heart.

"This is the inheritance of my sect, Xiao Shuer... What advice do you have for me, Brother Nong?" Chen Mu replied casually with his mind wandering.

"Huh, how come I didn't know your clan had such swordsmanship!"

Judging from the spiritual charm of his initial move, it is at least at the middle level of a treasure, how could it be the inheritance of Shuiyunjian.

"Could it be that this kid has inherited the ancient sword cultivation tradition?" Nong Jiang's eyes flashed: "If he can obtain this sword technique, I will ask the Sword Pavilion to inherit it even more..."

Thinking of this, he shouted loudly, and a beam of Seven Absolute Sword Light swept over.

"Why don't you tell the truth?"

"Qiang!"

A green sword light flashed, and it was Xiao Jingyuan who shouted angrily: "Brother Nong, you are confused!"

It is understandable to save a fellow disciple, but to do it again is totally wrong!

Old man Nong Jiang is getting more and more confused as he gets older!

(End of this chapter)