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

"The second sword!"

Lin Tian gave him no chance to catch his breath, and the sword shadows rose again!

The second move is the ultimate strike, a fight to the death!

Feng Qingyang remained calm, and with a slight flick of his wrist, he neutralized the attack.

The third sword, the fourth sword, the fifth sword...

Sword after sword, surging like a tidal wave, yet all were neutralized by Feng Qingyang's seasoned sword intent, as if he had already seen through every single change.

But by the sixth sword—

Feng Qingyang finally moved.

With a slight misstep, the sword's momentum suddenly shifted, and he had to use the "Breaking Sword Style" from the Dugu Nine Swords to barely block it!

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"Father, who exactly is this Uncle Feng? How can he be so ridiculously strong?" Yue Lingshan stared wide-eyed at the two fighting in the arena, her face full of shock.

Linghu Chong also frowned and stared blankly from the side.

"Nonsense! No manners!" Yue Buqun scolded in a low voice. "That's a senior of the Qing generation from my Huashan Sect, my martial uncle. You should call him Grand Master Feng! Thirty years ago, he swept across the world with his swordsmanship, unmatched by anyone. He was revered in the martial world as the 'Sword Saint'!"

Ning Zhongze gently tugged at Yue Buqun's sleeve and whispered, "Senior Brother, thirty years ago, Uncle Feng had already reached the Perfection of the Acquired Realm. Back then, Zen Master Hongye said that he would definitely enter the Innate Realm within twenty years. Now... I'm afraid he has already stepped into the Innate Realm, hasn't he?"

Yue Buqun nodded solemnly: "That feat of seizing a sword from a distance just now is something that cannot be done by someone who has already reached the Innate Realm. Uncle-Master... has undoubtedly already entered the Innate Realm."

What kind of realm is that?! I haven't even fully stepped into the Acquired Realm yet!

Legend has it that only Dongfang Bubai, the number one martial artist in the world, has reached the Innate Realm, a terrifying existence capable of suppressing the entire martial arts world single-handedly.

"I never expected Brother Liu to be so unassuming. I, the 'second Linghu,' am completely convinced." Linghu Chong shook his head with a wry smile, his fighting spirit completely gone, and he dared not have the slightest thought of competing again.

Upon hearing this, Yue Buqun and Ning Zhongze were both taken aback. They exchanged a glance, their eyes filled with shock.

yes……

Lin Tian was actually able to fight Feng Shishu head-on, doesn't that mean he already has the strength to contend with a Xiantian expert? But he's clearly only at the Houtian realm, how could he be this strong?!

"The thirteenth sword, the final move of the Thirteen Deadly Swords, is also the pinnacle of the entire sword technique—Returning to Simplicity. With a single strike, it contains 379 variations. I humbly request guidance from Senior Feng!"

Despite having twelve sword strikes broken, Lin Tian showed no sign of weakness. Instead, his eyes burned with fierce fighting spirit.

Despite breaking through twelve of his deadly moves, Feng Qingyang was not having an easy time. He unleashed all the unique skills of Mount Hua, including the Dugu Nine Swords, Yangwu Sword Technique, Xiyi Sword Technique, Jade Maiden Sword Technique, and the Deadly Three Immortal Swords. Lin Tian continuously absorbed the essence of these techniques during their battle.

If the Fifteenth Sword is a tall building, then after listening to Liu Qu's duel, Lin Tian had already laid the foundation and steel frame; now, his duel with Feng Qingyang is like rapidly completing the roof and laying the walls and tiles—how could such an opportunity not be exhilarating?!

Upon hearing this, Feng Qingyang raised an eyebrow slightly.

The Dugu Nine Swords technique has only 360 variations, and he never imagined that there could be a sword technique in the world with more complex variations.

He did not doubt the truth of Lin Tian's words—he had personally experienced the first twelve sword techniques, each of which was a unique skill, and breaking them was exhausting and time-consuming.

"The Thirteen Deadly Swords, the Thirteenth Form—Unleash!"

Lin Tian leaped into the air, his figure blurring as he hurtled towards Feng Qingyang.

His body moved like a shooting star streaking across the sky, his sword flashed like a startled swan piercing through the clouds

"What a fine sword!"

Feng Qingyang let out a low shout, his sword flashing as he charged forward to meet the attack.

The 376 variations in this thirteenth sword are not a stacking of moves, but rather the sense of oppression and illusion brought about by that single thrust.

In an instant, it was like a heavy sword pressing down, a light sword piercing the heart, a soft sword grappling the throat, a short sword taking the life... It was also like a single blade splitting a mountain, cutting through waves... In the blink of an eye, it transformed into a long spear piercing the sun, a halberd sweeping across, a white waxwood staff striking acupoints... Then it became a steel whip cracking bones, a short whip tearing out the soul... Finally, it was like ten thousand arrows being fired simultaneously, blotting out the sky and the sun, with overwhelming momentum!

With just this one sword strike, one felt as if facing a thousand troops.

Feng Qingyang, who was at the forefront of the attack, felt it most acutely.

His expression was solemn, not daring to slacken in the slightest, and his sword moves flowed out in succession—

Sword-Breaking Style! Knife-Breaking Style! Spear-Breaking Style! Whip-Breaking Style!

The Dugu Nine Swords flowed smoothly in his hands, effortlessly and naturally.

A sharp sword is unintentional, a soft sword is unpredictable, a heavy sword is without edge, a wooden sword is unobstructed, and there is no sword and no style.

This is the fifth level of Dugu Qiubai's sword realm.

The ultimate principle of "no moves are better than moves" must have been the ultimate swordsmanship he realized after "the wooden sword is unobstructed"—the culmination of his life's martial arts!

Sword energy crisscrossed, shattered rocks flew, and the entire Cliff of Contemplation trembled.

Yue Buqun and his companions had already retreated more than ten feet away, staring dumbfounded at the fierce battle in the arena, their hearts pounding wildly.

They never imagined that a mere sparring match could unleash such devastating power.

"This...this is the power of the Innate Realm?! No wonder...no wonder Dongfang Bubai could dominate the martial arts world, and even Shaolin dared not confront him head-on!" Yue Buqun murmured, his voice trembling slightly.

"Brother Lin... he's truly a monster." Linghu Chong sighed softly, his tone filled with awe.

……

In the blink of an eye, Lin Tian unleashed ten sword transformations;

In the same instant, Feng Qingyang neutralized all of them.

For anyone else, let alone putting it into practice, even coming up with ten ideas would be as difficult as climbing to heaven.

But Feng Qingyang did it.

His understanding of the sword has long transcended mere techniques, reaching the realm of "divine enlightenment, residing in the heart."

Drawing the sword has become an instinct.

More than thirty breaths later, all 379 transformations of the thirteenth sword were revealed.

All of them were shattered by the wind.

Looking at Lin Tian, ​​who stood a dozen meters away with his sword, Feng Qingyang's heart surged, and his eyes trembled slightly. At such a young age, he had already honed his sword intent to such a level; he was simply a prodigy!

Hidden from the world for many years...

Such a person was quietly born into this world.

After a long silence from Lin Tian, ​​Feng Qingyang assumed he was disheartened and gently comforted him, "At your age, to have such cultivation and swordsmanship, you will surely reach the Innate Realm within ten years. Whether in swordsmanship or realm, your future is far beyond mine. Losing a move or two is not necessarily a bad thing; sometimes it can be an opportunity for a breakthrough."

Before he could finish speaking, Lin Tian suddenly looked up, his expression unusually calm.

He wasn't actually frustrated just now; he was clearly experiencing the sudden enlightenment that had surged within him when Feng Qingyang deciphered the thirteenth sword! How could he have imagined that in the other party's eyes, he would appear to be frustrated?

"Lose?" Lin Tian's lips curled into a half-smile. "Senior Feng, do you think I've lost just because I broke my thirteenth sword?"

Feng Qingyang frowned, a hint of doubt flashing in his eyes.

Lin Tian slowly raised his longsword, his tone calm yet carrying an undeniable sharpness: "Have you noticed—even after the thirteenth strike of my sword technique, the sword intent still lingers?"

Feng Qingyang's pupils contracted slightly.

Upon closer reflection, it is indeed so! Although the thirteenth sword was ever-changing and unpredictable, it always lacked the ultimate sense of "perfect conclusion," as if there was still an aftertaste hidden in the formless.