Mortal Cultivator: Lin Tianzun

Chapter 132: Cut melons and vegetables with the sword in the later stage!

A few days passed in the blink of an eye!
At the time of Shen that day, the sunlight was no longer as scorching as at noon, but it was still bright and dazzling. The sky was as blue as a huge piece of glass, so pure that there was not a trace of impurities.

Under this clear sky, dozens of Jindan stage cultivators from the six sects of the Demonic Path and the seven major sects of the Yue Kingdom came flying one by one in accordance with the previous agreement.

The spiritual energy around their figures surged, slowly spreading out in a fan shape in mid-air. The demonic monks exuded a strange and powerful aura, with a bit of arrogance and cruelty on their faces.

The monks from the seven major sects of Yue State were dressed in costumes of various styles, some solemn and dignified, some elegant and lively. The two sides confronted each other from a distance, and everyone had different expressions.

In an instant, the fluctuations of spiritual power surged violently like a raging wave; rays of spiritual power flashed around everyone, some were bright golden, some were sharp blue, and some were fiery red, illuminating the entire sky with a riot of color.

In mid-air, the rays of light formed by the gathering of spiritual energy crisscrossed each other. They collided and entangled with each other, making sharp "sizzling" sounds.

Everyone's eyes were burning with the eagerness to fight. Although no one present wanted to fight to the death from the bottom of their heart, the cruel rules of the world of immortal cultivation did not allow for any retreat or weakness.

In this world where the strong are respected, only by fighting with all your might can you get a share of the fierce competition, obtain precious cultivation resources, and fight for a living space.

The path to becoming an immortal is inherently against the will of heaven, and every step is treading on thorns. If you are not careful, you will be doomed.

Their eyes scanned the crowd opposite them, like experienced hunters selecting their prey, carefully weighing the strength and characteristics of each opponent.

Some monks raised their lips slightly, revealing a confident smile, as if they had already locked onto their target and were sure of victory...

As the Jindan stage cultivators present used their own escape techniques and flew away one after another, in just a moment, the air that was originally bustling and full of spiritual energy became much emptier, and only a few Jindan stage cultivators were left in the entire venue.

At this moment, a figure flew out like a meteor. Upon closer inspection, it was a middle-aged man in his forties.

He was dressed in a magnificent brocade robe, made of fine fabric and delicately embroidered, which shimmered faintly in the sunlight. A strong surge of spiritual energy emanated from him, revealing his profound cultivation, reaching the late Jindan stage.

"I am Tu Tianxiong from the Hehuan Sect. I wonder which fellow Taoist would be interested in sparring with me today?"

His voice was like a loud bell, and his clear voice was wrapped in spiritual power, echoing in the air. His eyes swept over the remaining monks one by one with a bit of scrutiny and provocation.

Lin Fan glanced around and saw that everyone was silent. No one stepped forward to accept Tu Tianxiong's challenge. He remained calm and silently flew out into the air. Spiritual energy surged slightly around him, and the corners of his clothes fluttered gently in the wind.

"I am Lin Fan from Huangfeng Valley. It is my great honor to be able to exchange magical powers with you today." Lin Fan's voice was steady, neither humble nor arrogant, and his words revealed a sense of calmness and confidence.

Upon hearing this, Tu Tianxiong raised his head and laughed heartily, his laughter echoing in the empty sky: "Okay!" After that, he made a gesture of invitation, and the spiritual power around him instantly surged. The spiritual power vortex under his feet spun rapidly, and he was the first to perform the escape technique, turning into a stream of light and flying into the distance.

Lin Fan didn't hesitate. A golden aura of spiritual energy surged around him, and he followed closely with a tap of his toes. In an instant, the two figures, wrapped in surging spiritual energy, disappeared from everyone's sight.

In a flash, the two flew over ten miles at lightning speed, the wind whistling beneath their feet and stirring up layers of air currents. Then, they stopped steadily in the air, spiritual energy surging through their bodies, and stood facing each other.

Then, the two of them opened their mouths in tacit understanding, and their life-saving magic weapons whizzed out in an instant.

A flash of light emanated from Lin Fan's mouth, and his life-defining magical weapon, the Tianshu Sword, appeared dazzlingly. The blade itself seemed meticulously forged from pure red gold, radiating a dazzling metallic sheen in the sunlight, a brilliance so sharp it seemed capable of piercing the very air.

Tu Tianxiong was not to be outdone. He suddenly opened his mouth and a crimson light spurted out, carrying with it a powerful spiritual power.

When the light subsided for a while, a magical weapon with a strange shape came into view. It turned out to be a "Hehuan Fantasy Bell".

The bell body is carved from thousand-year-old warm jade. It has a warm color and a faint pink halo, making it look soft and harmless.

However, the bell's body was inlaid with a circle of sharp barbs, each barb flashing with cold light, as if it was poisoned.

The clapper is made of a rare material called "bewitching rhinoceros horn". When it is shaken gently, it can produce a crisp and pleasant sound that also contains a psychedelic power.

With the infusion of Tu Tianxiong's spiritual power, the Phantom Bell shone brightly, the pink halo spread rapidly, the bell tongue vibrated wildly, and the sound it made was like a bewitching devilish sound. When people heard it, all kinds of beautiful illusions involuntarily emerged in their minds. If their will was not firm, they would be deeply trapped in it and unable to extricate themselves.

However, with Lin Fan's powerful spiritual sense, these had no effect on him. His expression was stern, his eyes like cold stars, staring steadily at Tu Tianxiong.

Lin Fan quickly made a sword gesture with his right hand and shouted in a low voice: "Fast!" In an instant, the Tianshu Sword shone brightly, and the golden runes on the sword shone brightly, releasing a dazzling golden light. The light was so dazzling that it seemed to illuminate the entire sky.

Immediately afterwards, the Tianshu Sword, wrapped in overwhelming spiritual power, roared towards Tu Tianxiong. Wherever it passed, the air was cut by the sword energy like a sharp blade, making a "sizzling" sound.

When Tu Tianxiong saw this, his face changed and a hint of uneasiness flashed in his eyes, but his years of experience in cultivating immortals made him calm down quickly.

He quickly formed seals with his hands, and the spiritual power in his body surged wildly, continuously pouring into the Hehuan Fantasy Bell.

The next second, the Phantom Bell spun rapidly, and the pink halo quickly condensed to form a thick spiritual power barrier, rushing towards the Tianshu Sword.

"boom!"

A loud bang shook the sky, and the powerful collision of spiritual power produced a huge spiritual power shock wave, which spread wildly in all directions with the collision point as the center.

Wherever the shockwave struck, the air was twisted and distorted, emitting a dull, explosive sound. The once pristine sea of ​​clouds in the sky was instantly shattered by this violent force, and large swathes of cloud were torn into shreds, like cotton wool swept by a strong wind, drifting in all directions.

Seeing this, Lin Fan's eyes became stern, and the sword technique in his hand suddenly changed. His movements were smooth and seamless.

In an instant, the Tianshu Sword hummed, and the sword body that was originally stabbing straight out suddenly became an angle, spinning wildly at an incredible speed, turning into a golden spiral blade, heading straight for the "Hehuan Huanmei Bell".

In the blink of an eye, the Tianshu Sword launched hundreds of cuts at the Huanmei Bell. The sword body and the bell body collided, making a sharp "ding-ding-dang-dang" sound, as dense as popping beans, and kept echoing in the empty sky.

As the sword techniques in Lin Fan's hands became more and more rapid, his wrist shook rapidly, and the speed of the Tianshu Sword's rotation became faster and faster, and the surrounding air was driven to form small vortices.

In just a breath, the Tianshu Sword had already rotated and cut hundreds and thousands of times. The terrifying cutting frequency and force put Huanmei Bell under tremendous pressure.

Tu Tianxiong's face turned pale, beads of sweat dripping down his forehead. He frantically channeled his spiritual energy, trying to stabilize the Phantom Bell, but it was all in vain. Finally, with a crisp "swish," the Hehuan Phantom Bell, under the fierce and violent slashing of the Tianshu Sword, collapsed under the weight and was neatly severed in the middle.

At the moment of breaking, the pink halo on the Phantom Bell dimmed instantly, and the light that originally emitted psychedelic power became extremely weak, turning into specks of light and dissipating in the air.

Tu Tianxiong looked at the broken Hehuan Huanmei Bell with unwillingness in his eyes, and wanted to use some means to save the situation.

He hurriedly took out two magic weapons from the storage bag, and saw a flash of cold light. It was a flying knife magic weapon, silver-white in color, with a sharp cold light flowing on the blade.

Then he took out a magic shield. The shield was of ancient black color, and its surface was engraved with complicated defensive runes, exuding a heavy aura.

As soon as the two magic weapons appeared, Tu Tianxiong activated them frantically.

He quickly formed seals with his hands and poured his spiritual power into them without reservation. The shield suddenly hung in front of him, firmly blocking his vital points.

The flying knife magic weapon seemed to be given life, turning into a dazzling blade light, wrapped in a sharp murderous intent, whistling towards Lin Fan. Wherever it passed, the air was cut by the blade-like knife energy, making a "sizzling" sound.

Seeing this, Lin Fan remained calm and composed. He calmly made a sword gesture and the spiritual power in his body surged instantly.

Tianshu Jianxin suddenly turned halfway as if by telepathy, accurately blocking the attack of the flying knife.

"boom!"

There was a deafening roar, and the shock wave generated by the collision of spiritual power spread out in all directions like surging waves.

Where the Tianshu Sword and the flying knife intersected, countless golden and silver rays of light burst out, blinding people.

Lin Fan's sword technique suddenly changed, and his movements became as smooth and natural as flowing water.

In an instant, the Tianshu Sword changed its momentum and began to spin wildly at an angle towards the flying knife magic weapon.

The sword was wrapped in a powerful spiritual force, and in the blink of an eye it turned into an impenetrable golden sword net, trapping the flying knife magic weapon tightly inside.

Confined by the sword net, the flying knife magic weapon struggled frantically, and the silver blade light flashed everywhere, but it could not break through the golden cage.

The Tianshu Sword did not give him a chance to breathe, and it cut the flying knife magic weapon at a speed that was difficult to see with the naked eye.

Every cut was accompanied by a harsh sound of metal friction, as sharp as nails scratching on glass, echoing in the empty sky.

In just a blink of an eye, this flying knife magic weapon was cut hundreds and thousands of times by the Tianshu Sword.

The intensive cutting attacks overwhelmed the flying knife magic weapon, and dense cracks appeared on its surface, and the silver light became dim.

Finally, under another sharp cut from the Tianshu Sword, accompanied by a crisp "click" sound, the flying knife magic weapon broke in the middle, and the two broken blades flew to both sides with a "whoosh", losing all the spiritual power fluctuations and completely becoming a pile of scrap metal.

Then Lin Fan's sword technique changed again, and the spiritual power in his body was like a surging tide, pouring into the Tianshu Sword without reservation.

In an instant, the Tianshu Sword emitted a dazzling golden light. The golden light seemed like a materialized sharp blade, ready to tear apart everything around it.

Immediately afterwards, the Tianshu Sword, with its earth-shattering momentum, flew towards Tu Tianxiong through the air. Wherever it passed, the air was madly cut by the blade-like sword energy, making a "sizzling" sound.

In the blink of an eye, the Tianshu Sword collided with the defensive magic weapon in front of Tu Tianxiong.

"boom!"

A loud bang shook the sky, and the powerful spiritual power impact was like a raging tsunami, spreading wildly with the collision point as the center.

The surrounding air was distorted and made a dull explosion sound.

Tu Tianxiong's face was filled with fear as he looked at the golden sword light that was almost swallowing him up, his heart filled with shock.

Lin Fan's life-saving magic weapon from the Huangfeng Valley was too powerful, far beyond his imagination.

A cruel look flashed across his face. At this critical moment of life and death, he could no longer care about anything else.

Suddenly, with a loud "bang", Tu Tianxiong directly detonated the shield magic weapon.

The violent explosion set off a violent spiritual power storm, which instantly submerged his figure. Taking advantage of the chaos, he turned around and tried to escape.

Seeing Tu Tianxiong fleeing in panic, Lin Fan snorted coldly. "Hmph," the voice was light, but it was filled with endless chill.

In an instant, Lin Fan's eyes flashed, and a tiny sword light that could not be captured by the naked eye shot out from his eyes like a meteor in the dark night.

This is the "God-Slaying and Soul-Severing Sword" that Lin Fan condensed with his powerful spiritual consciousness. This sword is invisible and intangible, but it contains the terrifying power to destroy souls and spirits.

Tu Tianxiong, who was running for his life at full speed, suddenly let out a shrill scream without any warning. The sound echoed in the sky, revealing endless pain and despair.

Immediately afterwards, his figure fell straight from the sky like a kite with a broken string.

With a dull thud, Tu Tianxiong fell heavily to the ground, splashing a cloud of dust.

At this moment, his eyes were wide open, his body had long lost all life, he collapsed limply on the ground, deader than dead.

It turned out that just now, his soul had been accurately destroyed by Lin Fan's secret spiritual technique "Sword of Soul-Slaying and God-Slaying". Even if his body still existed, it was just a lifeless shell.

(End of this chapter)