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

In a flash, Lin Tian lightly flicked his right hand—

Flying catkins are strong!

The Nine Yin Manual's unique technique of deflecting force allows one to borrow strength from the opponent's momentum, like a willow catkin riding the wind. With a gentle lift and release, the entire person soars into the air and gracefully lands several feet away.

"Your movements are excellent, benefactor." A hoarse voice slowly rang out.

Lin Tian looked closely and saw that three withered old monks had surrounded him without him noticing.

The three men had sunken cheeks and were emaciated, almost skin and bones, but their eyes were frighteningly bright, like two clusters of eerie flames burning deep in an ancient well, their inner strength was immeasurable.

Upon seeing this, the other monks with sticks all retreated.

Lin Tian was finally able to see the true faces of the three people clearly—

The old monk in the northeast corner had a dark, sallow face, like a piece of cold-cast iron; the one in the northwest corner had a withered face, like a dried-up corpse; and the one in the south had a deathly pale complexion, devoid of any color.

Then, looking at the three black ropes they were tightly gripping in their hands... Lin Tian's pupils contracted slightly.

"The Vajra Subduing Demon Circle?" he sneered.

"Amitabha." The yellow-faced old monk clasped his hands together. "Benefactor, your eyes are discerning. This formation has not appeared in the martial world for a hundred years, yet you recognized it at a glance. I admire you. However, the various martial arts techniques you used are unpredictable and mysterious. I have lived for nearly a hundred years, yet I could not recognize a single one. I am ashamed."

He spoke of feeling ashamed, but his expression remained calm, and there was no respect in his eyes—clearly, his words were loaded with hidden meaning and barbed words.

How could Lin Tian not understand?

He naturally knew about the Vajra Subduing Demon Circle.

One of the supreme secret formations of Shaolin. Even when Zhang Wuji had mastered the Nine Yang Divine Skill and reached the pinnacle of his innate state, he, along with two great masters, Yang Xiao and Yin Tianzheng, struggled to break through its defenses. This demonstrates its formidable power.

However, this formation is extremely difficult to master—it requires three people to seclude themselves for decades, cultivating their minds through solitary meditation until they reach a state of perfect harmony before they can form the formation. Only those with great perseverance and unwavering determination will never be able to grasp its essence.

Although Shaolin has many disciples, only three are truly capable of cultivation, even after several generations. Today, Lin Tian has stumbled upon just such a rare find…

He was lucky, too.

……

"We have heard from you, listened to you, and observed you... Greetings to my three senior uncles." Fang Zheng bowed respectfully, his voice solemn. "Today's battle concerns the century-old reputation of Shaolin. I humbly request that my three senior uncles take charge of the overall situation."

"Ha, face is nothing but fleeting clouds to us monks. Nephew Fangzheng, can't you even see that? But since this benefactor has gone on a killing spree today, and I've witnessed it, I cannot stand idly by. My two junior brothers, Xiangting and Xiangguan, come with me and suppress this man!"

"Yes, senior brother!" the two old monks replied in unison, their voices like ancient bells.

Before the words were finished, the three men flicked their wrists, and three black ropes shot out from the air like three angry black dragons, tearing through the air and heading straight for Lin Tian's vital points.

"Let's fight then, stop talking nonsense." Lin Tian sneered, drawing his longsword, its cold light flashing.

Although these three old monks were only at the peak of the Acquired Realm, their advanced age and weakened vitality made it difficult for them to break through to the Innate Realm. However, in terms of sheer internal strength, ten formations might not be able to match even one. Moreover—once the Vajra Subduing Demon Formation is formed, it's equivalent to thirty-two equally skilled experts joining forces to kill them! And these old monks are all monstrous beings standing at the peak of the Acquired Realm!

The black rope tumbled and howled. In the short time it takes for an incense stick to burn, the rope loop, originally eight feet in diameter, had been compressed to only one foot, tightening more and more. Lin Tian suddenly felt the pressure increase exponentially; each sword strike felt like wading through quagmire, consuming several times more energy than before.

No matter how his sword moves changed, the black rope always followed him like a shadow, blocking all escape routes.

"The three senior uncles are indeed remarkable; the Vajra Subduing Demon Circle lives up to its name," Fang Sheng murmured in admiration. "Judging from the current situation, they will definitely be able to capture Lin Tian within half a quarter of an hour."

"Amitabha Buddha." Fang Zheng clasped his hands together and chanted softly, his expression solemn, but he said nothing more.

At this moment, however, he was thinking about a different problem—

After capturing Lin Tian, ​​what should be done with him?

What? Shaolin is a sacred Buddhist site; how can such a bloody act be committed here?

Releasing them? Absolutely not! The tragic state of the Songshan Sect today is still fresh in our minds. This is not releasing a tiger back into the mountains, but handing a knife to a ferocious beast!

Thinking of this, Fang Zheng felt a bitter taste in his mouth. If he had known this would happen, he shouldn't have gotten involved in this conflict; he insisted on getting involved in this mess.

If Lin Tian knew what he was thinking at this moment, he would probably laugh out loud—he hadn't even bought the lottery ticket yet, and he was already planning how to spend five million?

At this moment, Lin Tian, ​​who was in the Vajra Subduing Demon Circle, finally felt an unprecedented sense of oppression.

"In just a short while, my inner strength has been nearly half depleted... There are only three of them, but the oppressive feeling they bring is more than ten times stronger than the Arhat Formation just now! Fortunately, I have already comprehended the fifteenth sword, otherwise I would have had to run away with my tail between my legs today." He was secretly shocked.

……

His gaze suddenly darkened, and his mind instantly plunged into a deathly state, but the speed of the long sword in his hand suddenly slowed down.

At this sudden change, Xiangwen's eyelids twitched violently, and a warning screamed in his heart, as if death was whispering in his ear.

"Junior brother! Suppress it with all your might! Delay will only lead to trouble!!" he roared hoarsely.

Unfortunately—it was too late.

Lin Tian's sword had already been thrust out.

Our goal is to hear each other's eyes!

In an instant, heaven and earth seemed to freeze, the air solidified like iron. Xiang Wen's hands stiffened, the black rope drooped limply, and his inner energy dissipated like a receding tide, not a trace remaining. Only a cold glint remained in his eyes, piercing through life and death.

The next instant, everything went black, and I lost consciousness.

The longsword pierced through his skull, disappearing down to the hilt. Xiangwen's body trembled, then he collapsed to the ground, lifeless.

However, Lin Tian frowned slightly—

No cards dropping?

"Senior brother!!"

"Senior brother!!"

Two heart-wrenching roars tore through the sky, one of each other listening and the other of each other watching.

Though not blood relatives, they had practiced the Vajra Subduing Demon Formation together for decades, their hearts and minds intertwined, their bond like that of blood brothers. How could he not be enraged? How could he not hate after witnessing his comrade's tragic death?!

But now that the formation has been broken, in Lin Tian's eyes they are nothing more than two ordinary post-natal perfection cultivators whose mental state has collapsed and whose power has been reduced, and they are not worth fearing.

Instead, fueled by their rage, the two swung their black ropes even more wildly, but the movements became chaotic and less powerful than a tenth of what they had been before.

Two swords were drawn, swift and decisive.

They listened to each other and watched each other, and died on the spot.

Just as Lin Tian had predicted, the moment the last person fell, a card shimmering with orange light slowly appeared and hovered in the center of the three corpses—the very spot where he had been standing.

"The three of them are of one mind, performing the Demon Subduing Circle together. The system has clearly classified them as 'single combat units.' If calculated separately, even with profound cultivation, their influence would be limited, at most yielding three red cards. But in terms of the actual combat power of the Vajra Demon Subduing Circle, it is comparable to thirty-two ultimate acquired perfection cultivators joining forces to produce one orange card, which is perfectly reasonable." Lin Tian understood.

[Orange Special Card: Nuwa's Visualization Diagram]

Effect: Visualizing in the sea of ​​consciousness can temper one's spirit and will, and greatly accelerate the speed of comprehending the meaning.

The moment Lin Tian saw the "Nuwa Contemplation Diagram," his heart warmed, as if a long-awaited rain had fallen after a drought.

He was just struggling to grasp the essence of the art, his cultivation stuck at a bottleneck—this visualization diagram came at the perfect time, it was like a pillow sent to someone who was sleepy, or charcoal sent in the snow!