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

What he wanted was this thunderous strike, a surprise attack!

however--

The Blade of Withering and Flourishing was too sharp; his protective aura was torn apart layer by layer as if it were made of paper.

With each strike, skin was torn open, flesh ripped, bones cracked, tendons severed, and deep wounds, revealing bone, continuously opened, splattering blood. The shadows of blades were like locusts, their numbers endless.

In just over ten steps, Lin Tian was covered in blood, with countless broken bones. If it weren't for the fact that he had already refined fifty-five true formless sword bones throughout his body—replacing his spine, head, limbs, and ribs—he would have already died on the spot.

His injuries were horrific, yet his eyes grew brighter and brighter.

Because—those dozen or so steps were enough for him to kill his way to her.

To Wang Yuyan's utter astonishment, Yuanhong pierced through her heart.

"Why...why?"

She looked down at the sword blade embedded in her chest, her face filled with disbelief.

"You're stronger than me." Lin Tian grinned, his face contorted with blood and grime, yet radiating a savage, beast-like ferocity. "But I can kill you."

The next moment—

Death, earth, water! The three elements exploded within her!

Her beautiful face instantly crumbled, turning into a cloud of blood mist that drifted away.

Only one golden card floated silently beside the Abyss Rainbow.

Without time to examine the details of the golden card, Lin Tian shoved it into his card space and flashed into the side hall like lightning. His body was riddled with cracks, blood gushing out; if he didn't heal soon, he would be drained of blood.

As for the Thirty-Six Heavenly Guards? No need to worry. Their meridians have simply been sealed by Wang Yuyan; the seal will be lifted in a few hours, and they won't die.

……

The cultivation of the Formless Sword Bone is not just about physical training, but also about a complete transformation.

Fifty-five pieces of true formless sword bone mean that Lin Tian's physical strength is fifty-five times that of an ordinary person—and his recovery ability is the same. Ordinary people need a hundred days to recover from a broken bone, but he relied on the true meaning of water, the healing chapter of the Nine Yin Manual, and devoured heaven-defying spiritual medicines such as the thousand-year-old Tianshan snow lotus and the Great Rejuvenation Pill. In less than two days, he was full of energy, as if he had never been injured.

Perhaps it was precisely because of this severe injury that he broke through to a higher realm, turning misfortune into blessing, that the twentieth relief in the "War God's Record" was quietly completed.

"Wang Yuyan is indeed a pervert, but her practical combat experience is terrible, and I'm ruthless enough, otherwise she would have been defeated long ago. But then again... she and Murong Bo have absolutely no connection, so it's impossible for her to come after me just because the old man died. There's definitely something fishy going on behind this—it's probably Murong Fu who's behind it."

Lin Tian's eyes turned cold, a hint of killing intent flashing within them: "After we've dealt with things in Mongolia, we'll settle this score with him later."

"However... the greater the danger, the greater the reward. Killing Wang Yuyan actually yielded a gold card! This is the first gold item card I've ever gotten! Infinite Heaven, I've slaughtered so many Buddhist disciples for you, you'd better protect me and let me get this heaven-defying item!"

As he muttered to himself, the golden card was taken out with a thought.

The moment I held it in my hand, a flood of information rushed into my mind:

Golden Item Card: Yellow Turban Warrior

Introduction: Also known as the Golden Armor Warrior, a celestial official of the Taoist sect who suppresses evil and protects the Dharma. His strength is such that he can uproot mountains and never tire. Forged entirely from millennia-old iron, his cultivation has reached the Mythical Realm, capable of withstanding a Mythical Realm expert without defeat. He can be bound to a master by blood and stored in a card space, summoned at will.

Yellow Turban Warrior?!

Lin Tian's heart skipped a beat, and his thoughts stirred again.

boom!

A colossal figure landed, standing five or six meters tall, with skin as black as ink, clad in golden armor, and a striking yellow turban tied around its head, exuding an imposing aura.

Lin Tian squinted and examined it: "The system said it was made from millennium-old iron mother material, and it looks almost like a real person... except its size is a bit excessive. I wonder if its combat power is just hype."

He bit his index finger, and a bead of blood shot out, shooting straight into the Yellow Turban Warrior's forehead.

The moment the blood seeped in, a connection as strong as blood ties arose within Lin Tian. He clearly sensed that this colossal creature was now completely under his control.

"Don't move."

At his command, Lin Tian drew his Yuanhong Sword and slashed with all his might, striking the opponent's right arm.

clang--

Sparks flew, the sword blade snapped back, but the Yellow Turban warrior remained unmoved.

Lin Tian raised an eyebrow, his killing intent rising again, and he unleashed his sixteenth sword strike—a fatal blow purely condensed from the intent of death.

Another heavy slash!

The result... was that he was still completely unharmed.

He couldn't help but gasp: "Holy crap, even the sixteenth sword couldn't break through the defense? The seventeenth sword will at most scratch the surface... No wonder he can go toe-to-toe with a Mythical Realm expert. Against someone like Wang Yuyan, he'd probably be sent off with a single punch. This is awesome! Not only can I dominate the Condor Heroes world, but I can also brute force my way through the next dungeon!"

He happily transformed the Yellow Turban Warriors into cards and stored them in his spatial storage.

As they stepped out of the main hall, the thirty-six guards knelt in unison outside the door, their faces flushed with shame.

Tianyi stepped forward first and kowtowed: "During Your Excellency's seclusion, I failed in my duty as a guard. Please punish me!"

"Please punish him, Your Excellency!" The remaining thirty-five people echoed in unison, their voices resounding throughout the courtyard.

Lin Tian was speechless for a moment.

I almost lost my life to a monster like Wang Yuyan, and you think you can stop her? If you really can, then you should go practice the Sunflower Manual.

He waved his hand, his tone helpless: "Get up. After the Xiangyang matter is over, go back and practice your skills like crazy, and try to produce a few talents who have reached the Great Perfection of the Innate Realm."

"Thank you for your forgiveness, Your Excellency!" The thirty-six figures replied in unison.

"Alright, alright... You should all be alright, right? Go, take all the martial arts manuals from the Sutra Repository. Oh, and the Lankavatara Sutra too—no, take every single scripture, leave none behind."

Even if he doesn't practice it himself, it doesn't stop him from having others practice it for him. What's more, the Yi Jin Jing, Xi Sui Jing, Jiu Yang Shen Gong... any one of these top-tier martial arts can transform a person completely.

Want to step from legend to myth? That's a hundred times harder than leaping from innate to legend. Even with the system's support, Lin Tian was confident in reaching the myth realm, but he didn't want to waste time—the faster the better, the more ruthless and stronger.

Therefore, it is imperative to learn from the strengths of various schools and broaden one's horizons in martial arts. Even if one's cultivation level does not increase, at least one can clear away mental obstacles, break through the shackles of martial arts, and make every step in the future as steady as thunder.

……

Xiangyang, named for its location south of the Xiang River, is bisected by the Han River which flows through the city: Fancheng is on the north bank, and Xiangyang is on the south bank, standing opposite each other like two dragons coiled together.

To the east lies the Huai River region, a network of waterways making navigation difficult; to the west, it connects to Hanzhong and Sichuan, with towering mountains and treacherous plank roads. Mongol cavalry, once invincible, found themselves unable to advance here—not because they couldn't defeat them, but because supplies couldn't be delivered, rendering their army immobile.

To march south and destroy the Song Dynasty, we must first pass through Xiangyang. This place is the Iron Gate Pass, the choke point of the entire war.

It took Lin Tian only three days to travel from Shaolin Temple to reach the city.

He had wondered why Kublai Khan had fought so hard for Xiangyang back then, why couldn't he have taken a detour? After researching for an hour, he finally understood—detour? Where would an army of 800,000 go? If they did, their logistics would be cut off, which would be tantamount to suicide.

At this moment, 800,000 Mongol troops are pressing in, their battle cries echoing across the land, and their war drums thundering. Anyone with a clear head knows that a great war is imminent and could erupt at any moment.

The city's inhabitants had all fled, leaving only the elderly, weak, sick, and disabled who were barely clinging to life.