The stolen magic is a bit magical

Through the crack, she saw the situation on the rooftop: a winged blade darting back and forth, and all thirteen close-in weapon systems on the rooftop disintegrated.

More than thirty people were divided into two groups.

On the left, wing blades were also harvesting.

On the right is another one.

The three wing blades, one on the left, one on the right, and one above, had a clear division of labor and achieved excellent results.

In the center of the encirclement, Bloodstain was entangled by a master and could not escape. Although Blue Demon relied on her incredibly fast movements to move around freely, with the appearance of a Nirvana cultivator, she became a fish in a net. Although she seemed extremely agile as she charged left and right, she could no longer harm anyone.

Lin Xiaosu was the most valiant, fighting his way to the castle. Neither Awakened nor Nirvana cultivators could stop him. However, a large crowd had gathered at the castle gates...

Can the entire trip really be successful?

A hint of doubt arose in the heart of the Holy Maiden of a Thousand Spirits.

But now that things have come to this, we have no choice but to fight!

She took a deep breath, and the two branches suddenly grew infinitely long.

One stick points towards the Nirvana Being in front of the Blue Demon, and the other points towards the Storm.

That's her strategy.

Let's free up these two vital forces first!

However, as soon as the two branches appeared, a figure suddenly flashed in the air!
A bolt of lightning flashed across the sky, startling the Thousand Spirit Saintess.

This person is the face I've studied the most during this period.

John Chespool!

Hydra Lord!
The Venerable One stepped into the air, stretched out his hand, and his fingernails suddenly extended, transforming into two green blades. The blades were like celestial swords, falling from the void and severing the two luminous branches of the Thousand Spirit Saintess in two!
all of these!
The Holy Maiden of the Thousand Spirits let out a muffled groan, her blood and qi in complete disarray.

She took a deep breath, and the trees beneath her feet suddenly went berserk.

Growing wildly, spiraling wildly, this was her second move, Spirit Control of All Trees, which she executed with all her spiritual power!
No longer focusing on precise killing, but on completely controlling a region!
However, the Lord stepped down!
A tremendous tremor shook the area.

The ancient tree beneath our feet, which is thousands of years old, is falling apart!
Broken inch by inch!

The tree turned to dust!
The connection between the Thousand Spirit Saintess and the tree beneath her feet was directly severed, and she fell to the ground along with countless fallen leaves and broken branches.

Chi!
A green light flashed before my eyes, like a demonic sword emerging from the abyss.

Two fingernails extended infinitely, transforming into sharp swords that pierced straight at her brow.

This is the Hydra Lord.

She unleashed three consecutive strikes: the first severed the spirits of a thousand mountains, the second destroyed the spirits of ten thousand trees, and the third was aimed directly at the life of the Thousand Spirit Saintess.

His movements were so fast, it was as if he were teleporting.

Its power is so fierce, it is extraordinary.

The unpredictability of his moves was unparalleled.

Even a prodigy from ten thousand years ago, when his cultivation was far from recovered, would have been no match for a peerless hero who surpassed even Nirvana cultivators.

Just as this strike was about to pierce through the Thousand Spirit Saintess's brow.

Chi!
A sharp sword light pierced through the rain-soaked sky.

A person appeared out of thin air before the Thousand Spirits Saintess!
Lin Xiaosu!
He used a decisive strike to cut off the two green fingernails.

The green fingernail swords swung back like two green lightning bolts, slicing through the rain and mist, shooting towards Lin Xiaosu from the left and right.

Lin Xiaosu raised her hand and drew her sword.

This sword strike carries the weight of parting sorrow!
call!
The storm seemed to have been swept away.

The Lord's two green fingernail swords swung out into the distance.

The sword fell, and the mountain collapsed!
He directly beheaded the lord.

The Lord's two fingernails suddenly retracted, blocking in front of him.

boom!
The sword clashed with the green fingernails, and within a ten-meter radius of them, all fallen leaves and broken branches flew up. Above them, the wind and rain did not pass.

Lin Xiaosu's hair flew high in the air.

The venerable one's white hair also flew high.

It was an incredibly eerie scene.

What was originally just a narrow longsword and two even narrower fingernails, in their hands, somehow manifested an overwhelming and domineering aura.

"Lin Xiaosu!" The Lord laughed heartily, "You would never have guessed that I sincerely hoped you would come today!"

In the storm, his voice seemed to possess a magical power.

It possesses a magical penetrating power.

The sound reached the ears of the Thousand Spirit Saintess, and she felt a chill run through her entire body.

She had discussed this with Lin Xiaosu.

She told Lin Xiaosu: If the Hydra Lord knew that you were targeting him, he might be very excited.

This gave him a chance to survive in a desperate situation, allowing him to reclaim the "list of names" that Lin Xiaosu had stolen.

Now it has indeed been proven true!
The Hydra Lord truly possessed this understanding.

"In your mind, my arrival gives you a sliver of hope for survival in this desperate situation, is that right?" Lin Xiaosu said calmly.

"Isn't that right?" The Hydra Lord laughed wildly.

"You want to have the opportunity, but alas... fate won't give it to you!" As soon as Lin Xiaosu finished speaking, she gently raised her sword, drawing a graceful arc.

This sword!
There is no sharpness or unparalleled decisiveness in parting from someone.

There was no overwhelming sense of sorrow at parting.

There is no swordsmanship where the most unavoidable danger is death.

All that remains is a touch of charm.

What he held no longer seemed to be a sword, but a paintbrush.

Under his brush, he did not paint the battles and bloodshed, but only the misty Jiangnan region!
As the sword swept past, the Lord's expression suddenly changed.

His face was full of disbelief.

The intense killing intent throughout the arena seemed to vanish without a trace thanks to this incredibly beautiful sword strike.

Countless people stared in astonishment at this sword strike.

Looking at the misty, rainy landscape of Jiangnan created by this sword strike, and at the person within that landscape who had completely lost his composure...

On the Lord's face, it seemed as if endless emotions flowed in an instant.

His green eyes, the green light emanating from their depths, seemed to shatter at this moment. Suddenly, with a hiss, a blood-red sword shot out from between his brows.

In the blink of an eye, blood swords shot out from his entire body.

Slowly, slowly...

He then fell backward.

The rain poured down and the wind howled furiously.

In that misty, rainy landscape, Lin Xiaosu wielded her sword like a fan, gently fanning away the gloom that filled the sky...

"Lord!" countless people shouted in unison.

Filled with terror, filled with disbelief.

They all knew that the Lord was omnipotent.

The Lord is the God of this degenerate age.

Whether they are political veterans, business tycoons, or top geniuses, they are all pawns in the Lord's game of life and death. However, today, a young man from the Great Xia swept through Luoba Prefecture and ended the Lord's life in the Lord's stronghold.

The rest of the group truly sensed the impending doom.

Fear, madness...

Swish!
The nine bloodstains merged into one, repelling the storm in a single strike.

Suddenly, he appeared in front of Lan Yao: "What... what kind of sword move is this?"

His voice was so excited.

Because he was a practitioner of ancient martial arts, he was extremely sensitive to the way of the sword.

He had never seen a sword like this before; it was so beautiful, so incredible, as if it contained the ultimate secret of swordsmanship.

The light in Lan Yao's eyes shone like stars, instantly illuminating the entire Milky Way. Her voice drifted over, filled with endless emotion: "I finally understand why he chose to attack today!"

The reason for choosing to strike today is simply because of one thing, which he has repeatedly mentioned: typhoon and torrential rain!
Typhoons and heavy rains are not just a climatic feature.

Choosing to strike in this kind of weather is not just about taking advantage of the chaos.

It involves his ultimate swordsmanship!
This sword strike brings tears to those who are parted!
Lin Xiaosu was originally unable to use it, but Lan Yao had seen it once in a submarine in the South China Sea.

He also frankly told her that he could not use this sword technique at this stage, and could only use it through water.

Using water as a pretext was the fundamental reason why he chose to wipe out the Hydra's lair during a rainstorm.

He can unleash this sword technique, which is completely beyond his cultivation level, even in a torrential downpour!

This sword is invincible!

His approach to dealing with the enemy is not only reflected in war strategies, but also in knowing oneself and one's enemy.

All things in nature are part of his game!

Including the weather!

The Holy Maiden of a Thousand Spirits' eyes lit up as well.

She was so shocked...

In this degenerate age, he actually comprehended the essence of swordsmanship!
Only she knew that this beautiful sword move contained a secret of swordsmanship: sword intent!

What is sword intent?

The will of the sword!
Sword intent is built upon a deep understanding of sword techniques, a thorough grasp of one's own internal energy, and a miraculous harmony with the way of the sword.

This beautiful sword move originally began with a glimpse into the heavens.

He had not entered the realm of clairvoyance, so he would not have been able to use it originally, but with the sword intent, he used water to perform it.

This comprehension, this perfect harmony with the sword, this...

Isn't he a peerless genius, one in a million?
You, a peerless genius, have deliberately severed your own path of cultivation...

A strange feeling suddenly arose in the heart of the Holy Maiden of a Thousand Spirits...

I feel a pang of heartache, an endless sense of regret...

"Ah!" came a wild cry.

Like a raging storm!

The storm went completely berserk!

As he rose, the typhoon seemed to transform into his coat, sweeping up a large tree behind him and uprooting it. He was at the forefront of the typhoon, riding the force of a world-shaking storm as he hurtled towards Lin Xiaosu.

However, as soon as the gale entered the misty Jiangnan circle created by Lin Xiaosu, the gale suddenly turned into a gentle breeze!

Lin Xiaosu waved her hand gently, like a talented scholar from Jiangnan opening a folding fan.

The figure of the storm drifted down!

Chi!
A drop of water transforms into a sword!
Passing through his brow.

With a soft thud, Storm's head exploded.

Storm fought Bloodstained King twice and was not at a disadvantage in the slightest.

The storm, named after the wind and whose combat power greatly increases during the typhoon season, is nothing more than a drop of spring rain in Jiangnan in front of Lin Xiaosu!
This is the third move of the Parting Swordsmanship: Tears of Parting.

This is the will of the sword: sword intent!

The entire castle suddenly descended into chaos...

Countless people went crazy!
They were originally waiting in comfort for fools to come and die, but now it has been proven that those who came were not there to die, but were the real killing gods!
In an instant, everyone at Hydra headquarters was trapped!
kill!

Blue Demon flashed out and killed three people in a row!

Once the Nine Shadows of Bloodstains appear, it's hard to distinguish between reality and illusion!

The Holy Maiden of a Thousand Spirits took a deep breath, and the trees grew wildly!
The three wing blades are in puppet form today, pre-programmed with killing procedures. They can kill any creature except the four of them. The wing blades fly at high speed, killing at both high and low altitudes to the extreme.

Lin Xiaosu, having already killed the Venerable Lord, no longer needed to hide anything and fully entered the mode of parting tears.

It comes and goes gracefully, and wherever it goes, it transforms the land into a misty, rainy Jiangnan region.

Genetically modified humans, awakened beings, and those who have undergone nirvana—once they enter his domain, they are all like withered flowers in the rain, easily wiped away.

Even robots, once they enter this area, are riddled with holes in a matter of moments.

This area is beautiful beyond compare to the naked eye.

Only by venturing deep within it can one truly understand its terror.

Every wisp of rain and mist is a sword!
The sword is everywhere!

In an instant, the battle line advanced, becoming unstoppable. (End of Chapter)