Martial Arts Master: The Lin Family Sword God, who swept through the Five Mountains and Four Sects

Liu Zhengfeng and Qu Yang were startled by the sound and turned around abruptly.

Upon seeing that the visitor was Lin Tian, ​​Liu Zhengfeng hurriedly cupped his hands in greeting: "If it weren't for Young Hero Lin's courageous intervention, my family would likely be in grave danger today. I am deeply ashamed and cannot repay such a great kindness!"

"No need for thanks." Lin Tian waved his hand and smiled. "That song 'The Smiling, Proud Wanderer' has already captivated my soul, enough to repay a thousand debts of gratitude."

A glint flashed in Qu Yang's eyes, as if he had something to say.

Before he could finish speaking, a cold shadow suddenly approached—

Ding Mian strode over, his cold gaze sweeping over the three of them: "Even now, you still have the mind to play music and sing? Qu Yang, you actually exhausted your inner strength to save Liu Zhengfeng? That's truly an eye-opener for me."

In fact, he had already discovered where the two were hiding.

But Qu Yang, as the Light Messenger of the Sun Moon Cult, possessed a peak cultivation level of the Acquired Realm, making him even stronger than Qu Yang. How could Qu Yang dare to act rashly?

Even though Qu Yang was weak while healing, he did not show up for a long time—if it was a trap, Ding Mian would be doomed in this desolate wilderness today!

Only when he was certain that Qu Yang was completely exhausted and had no fighting ability did he dare to show himself and take his life!

Turning his gaze to Lin Tian, ​​Ding Mian suddenly shouted angrily, "And you too!! Lin Tian, ​​the Deadly Sword! Hmph, I knew you were no ordinary person when you injured my junior brother Fei Bin earlier. Sure enough, you've been colluding with the Demonic Sect all along!"

Although Fei Bin stopped him from making a move, he didn't take it to heart at all.

In his view, that was merely a weak move by Fei Bin to prioritize the overall situation.

Ding Mian is a top expert in the Acquired Great Completion Realm!

Even if Lin Tian had a reputation, he had only killed someone like Yu Canghai—a mere early-stage cultivator, not worth mentioning.

In Ding Mian's eyes, Lin Tian was at most a minor master of the Acquired Realm, and would surely be defeated within a hundred moves!

Lin Tian looked at him, shook his head slightly, and said with a hint of pity, "Do you know? Fei Bin, whose arm I crippled with one punch, is much luckier than you."

If he hadn't intervened, Fei Bin would be standing here right now.

What awaits him next is Master Mo Da's ghostly "Thirteen Styles of Hengshan Clouds and Mist," which will kill him in one blow.

Because of his intervention, Fei Bin was crippled but not killed, and the pursuers changed to Ding Mian.

Of course, Ding Mian knew nothing about these secrets.

He frowned and glared at him coldly: "What do you mean by that?!"

"It doesn't mean anything."

Lin Tian's lips curled up slightly, his smile as light as a breeze. "I just wanted to ask—do you have any last words? I'll pass on your message when I see Zuo Lengchan next time."

"Last words? Hahaha!" Ding Mian threw his head back and laughed wildly, his face full of sarcasm. "You dare to be so arrogant after killing a few bandits and killing that shorty Yu Canghai? Kid, as you face death, let me tell you something: this martial world is far more complex than you think!"

Before the sinister grin subsided, the longsword in his hand slashed down furiously!

The ultimate martial art of Mount Song—"All Mountains Pay Homage to the Ancestor"!

The sword's momentum was like a mountain collapsing and a tsunami crashing down, layer upon layer, as if the heavens and earth were subdued!

"No last words?"

Lin Tian chuckled lightly, said no more, and raised his hand to draw his sword.

The sword light shimmered, like water cascading across the ground, like a shooting star streaking across the night—

So fast, it left only a fleeting afterimage.

Liu Zhengfeng and Qu Yang had both witnessed Lin Tian's swordsmanship before, but they were still shocked at this moment, feeling that his swordsmanship had reached an unbelievable level.

A flash of cold light, and the sword returned to its sheath without a sound.

"I thought it would be very complicated," Lin Tian chuckled, "but actually... it's simpler."

A red line—or more accurately, a bloodline—quietly appeared on Ding Mian's neck.

"Bang!!"

The corpse crashed to the ground, and a card with a ghostly blue glow floated down from the sky.

Although Ding Mian is much stronger than Tian Boguang, his influence in this world is limited, so it's reasonable for him to lose a blue card.

[Blue Martial Arts Card: Greatsword Technique]

"Heavy sword technique? It should be Yang Guo's style." Lin Tian casually crushed the card. This sword technique was not of much reference value to him, but the skillful use of force in "lifting heavy weights with ease" was extremely practical.

In an instant, the entire sword intent was fully integrated.

Suddenly, he looked up at the reeds not far away, a slight smile playing on his lips: "Hidden for so long, aren't you going to show yourself?"

Upon hearing this, both Qu Yang and Liu Zhengfeng were taken aback.

It wasn't that they were afraid of death, but they knew that Ding Mian was an important figure in the Songshan Sect, and his death would cause a huge uproar if the news got out.

As soon as he finished speaking, a low and mournful erhu melody slowly rose from the wind.

Immediately afterwards, a thin, withered old man wearing a black robe, playing a erhu, slowly emerged from the depths of the reeds.

"Senior brother?!"

"Mr. Mo?!"

The two exclaimed in unison, their faces filled with disbelief. Neither of them expected Mo Da to appear here, nor did they expect Lin Tian to have known his hiding place all along.

After Mo Da appeared, he first cast a look of pity at Liu Zhengfeng, then looked at Qu Yang and shook his head gently. Finally, he fixed his gaze on Lin Tian, ​​staring at him for a long time without saying a word. He simply continued playing the heartbreaking zither music and turned to leave.

Watching the receding figure, Liu Zhengfeng, fearing that Lin Tian might misunderstand, quickly explained, "Young Master Lin, please don't worry. My senior brother is aloof but never hypocritical. He would never reveal a word about what you saw today."

Lin Tian smiled calmly: "I know. Besides, Master Mo's internal energy was already nearing its limit just now. Even if I didn't make a move, Ding Mian wouldn't live much longer. Even if Zuo Lengchan knows that I was the one who did it, so what? At worst, he can just uproot the Songshan Sect."

He said "slaughter the Songshan Sect" as naturally as eating and drinking, leaving Qu Yang and Liu Zhengfeng dumbfounded.

After a moment, Qu Yang came to his senses, remembered something, and hurriedly asked, "Young friend Lin, you just mentioned 'The Smiling, Proud Wanderer.' Could it be that you are also skilled in music?"

"I wouldn't say I like it," Lin Tian said frankly, "but the piece you played together gave me a sudden insight into swordsmanship."

Upon hearing this, Qu Yang's eyes dimmed slightly.

After a moment of silence, he took a deep breath, took out a yellowed musical score from his robes, and solemnly handed it to Lin Tian: "This is the complete score of 'The Smiling, Proud Wanderer,' which my brother Liu and I painstakingly created. Fearing that it will be lost after today, I earnestly request that you preserve it for future generations."

Lin Tian shook his head and did not reach out to take it.

Qu Yang's heart sank, and he gave a bitter smile, saying to himself, "I was too presumptuous. This kind of thing that could lead to disaster came from my and Brother Liu's hands, so it really shouldn't have been yours to touch."

"That's not what I meant," Lin Tian said with a smile, shaking his head. "Shouldn't one do this kind of thing personally?"

"But we..."

Qu Yang was about to speak.

A white light flashed before me—it was an exquisite jade box made of mutton-fat white jade.

"Inside are two petals of a thousand-year-old Tianshan snow lotus, which have miraculous healing effects. Although they cannot restore one's power, they are enough to prolong life."

"this……"

Qu Yang's pupils contracted sharply. With spiritual energy so depleted, let alone a thousand-year-old snow lotus, even a hundred-year-old one was hard to find. He had lived his entire life and had never even heard of a true thousand-year-old rare treasure.