This martial saint is too cautious.

Chapter 76 I'll Kill You!

Fifteen minutes later.

Lin Yan finished searching the body, but was not particularly satisfied.

Perhaps because there was nowhere to spend money in the Yangtian Mountains, these three didn't even have a single copper coin on them.

The only gain was three heavy martial arts fruits, which added up to thirty years of cultivation time.

Lin Yan looked inward at the martial arts tree in his mind. On the purple leaf belonging to the Jinghong Sword Technique, white veins had already covered most of it. It was only a few steps away from the complete perfection of the Entangling Silk Sword Intent.

Thirty years of infusion might be enough to bring it to its full potential.

After a moment's thought, Lin Yan decided not to rush into imparting the Martial Dao Fruit. Imparting the Martial Dao Fruit was a momentary enlightenment; he could impart it whenever he needed it, without needing to rush it.

As for the Stepping in the Smoke, it's not that he didn't want to instill it, but rather that the Stepping in the Smoke is activated by Qi and Blood, and his current Qi and Blood limit only allows him to perform the Stepping in the Smoke to the extent it is now.

Another reason for choosing to keep him is that after he reaches the fourth level of skin-grinding, he can go to the Lin family to choose a superior cultivation technique.

In Hai Ge's eyes, I am currently considered to have a talent for martial arts comprehension. It would be awkward if I learned a new technique but progressed very slowly.

With the Martial Arts Fruit in hand, it can be replenished at any time.

He dug a hole, buried the three bodies, and carefully covered them with withered branches and fallen leaves. Only then did Lin Yan straighten up and look ahead.

Although nothing of value was found on the three men, their actions confirmed his judgment: there must be something good ahead.

He originally headed this way following the direction where the earth's energy converged. If there was nothing good ahead, these three people wouldn't have needed to ambush him here.

The Yangtian Mountains are vast enough, and he has no grudge against them. If these three don't want to be exposed, they can simply change direction and avoid him.

Unless the three of them are the kind of cultivators who love to ambush and attack others, but that logic doesn't hold up either.

Aren't these three people afraid that the one who came to ambush them might be a Blood Exchange Realm expert from the Lin family?

The eagle is already at its limit if it can spot itself and determine its direction of travel; it can't possibly also judge its own strength.

This is the Yangtian Mountain Range, the territory of the Lin family. It's not impossible that a Blood Exchange Realm expert would come here to search for precious medicines.

Despite the risk of encountering a Blood Exchange Realm expert, the three still set up an ambush here.

Lin Yan looked ahead, took a deep breath, and used the Smoke Step technique to silently dart into the depths of the dense forest.

Passing through the dense forest, the vegetation ahead displayed an almost eerie lushness.

A glint of light flashed in Lin Yan's eyes. This was a sign of the earth's energy surging. Such a level of earth energy could not possibly only nurture ordinary medicinal herbs.

My judgment was correct; these three were willing to take risks to set up an ambush, just to keep people away from this area.

He slowed his pace, his eyes consciously searching for details that were easily overlooked, and walked for about the time it takes to brew a cup of tea before stopping.

Ahead was a shady hillside. The slope was not steep, but the terrain was peculiar. On both sides, a low ridge extended out, like two arms, embracing this small hillside in the middle.

"The gourd-shaped opening gathers air, the interior accumulates air, and the surrounding mountains prevent air leakage."

The description from "The True Explanation of Earth Veins" came to Lin Yan's mind.

The terrain before us is a classic example of a "wind-gathering and energy-accumulating" formation. (Back to my old ways, haven't written in years.)

Lin Yan's eyes began to search the ground, and after a few breaths, his gaze settled on one spot.

Amidst a few pebbles, a plant barely taller than a palm grows, its leaves slender, deep purple, with a faint golden sheen at the edges.

At the top of the plant hangs a fruit.

"Purple Yuan Fruit."

Lin Yan's pupils contracted slightly. Ever since he obtained the True Understanding of Earth Veins, he had specially sought out a book of precious medicines from the Tang family. It not only listed one hundred kinds of precious medicines, but also included illustrations.

The plant in front of us is the Purple Yuan Fruit.

The Purple Essence Fruit is a precious medicine of a higher grade than the Purple Lingzhi. Only when the Purple Lingzhi rots in the ground will the Purple Essence Fruit be born.

The Purple Yuan Fruit takes three years to flower and three years to bear fruit. When ripe, the fruit is deep purple and has a strong aroma that can travel several meters away.

Even to a martial artist who has undergone four skin-sharpening trials, this fruit is an extremely precious item.

The purple fruit in front of us is almost ripe, but its aroma has not yet wafted out. According to the pharmacopoeia, when the purple fruit is ripe, its leaves turn dark purple, and after a few days, a fruity fragrance will waft out, indicating that it is fully ripe.

Harvesting them now would greatly diminish their medicinal efficacy, a complete waste.

"So it seems that the three of them discovered the Purple Essence Fruit and were waiting here for it to ripen. They set up an ambush in the mountains and forests because they were afraid that I would find the Purple Essence Fruit if I continued to move forward."

The mystery is solved. No wonder the three of them would rather ambush you than pick the fruit; they wanted to wait for the Purple Essence Fruit to fully ripen.

The medicinal effects of an unripe Ziyuan fruit are similar to those of a Zilingzhi mushroom, while the medicinal effects of a ripe Ziyuan fruit are a step up.

"The fact that these three aren't picking them is a boon for me."

Lin Yan decided to stay here with the Purple Yuan Fruit and wait for it to ripen.

If you only have two or three days to wait, and you go out hunting or continue searching for herbs, and end up being eaten by other wild beasts, then you'll have lost the watermelon while picking up a sesame seed.

After clearing a space next to the Purple Yuan Fruit, Lin Yan started setting up a pot. He didn't even plan to catch any wild game; instead, he decided to eat dry rations. In short, he wanted to keep the Purple Yuan Fruit in his sight at all times.

They ate dry rations, applied secret medicine, and swallowed bone-tempering pills.

After three days of quiet cultivation, Lin Yan could already smell the fragrance of fruit from a distance of ten feet.

The purple fruit is about to ripen.

Lin Yan began to carefully and vigilantly observe his surroundings, not wanting to miss any movement.

"wrong."

Suddenly!

Lin Yan suddenly whispered.

His "not right" wasn't that he felt something was wrong at the scene, but rather that he recalled the actions of the three people and realized something was amiss.

The other party learned of my whereabouts through the eagle, but did not know my strength. Logically speaking, if I am ambushed, I should have two plans if I am uncertain of my strength.

If it were me, I would set up an ambush while having people keep an eye on the Purple Essence Fruit. If they found that the newcomers were not someone they could handle, I would secretly retreat if I wasn't discovered, and at the same time, I would have my companions quickly pick the Purple Essence Fruit as well.

Even if the Purple Essence Fruit is not ripe and its medicinal effect is greatly reduced, it is still better than going empty-handed.

As for the method of transmitting messages—that eagle.

Having thought all this through, Lin Yan hung the scabbard back on his waist, his eyes fixed intently on the Purple Yuan Fruit, fully alert and listening to every sound around him.

After an incense stick has burned.

The green dot at the very top of the Purple Yuan Fruit slowly changed color under Lin Yan's gaze.

First it was light purple, then dark purple, and finally it turned into a rich purplish-gold color. At the same time, the fruity fragrance became clear and distinct, sweet with a hint of medicinal aroma, refreshing and delightful.

Without the slightest hesitation, Lin Yan reached out his fingertips to touch the fruit stem, gave it a gentle twist, and the Purple Yuan Fruit fell into his palm.

The next moment, his figure transformed into a ghost, unleashing the full power of his Smoke Step, his toes barely touching the withered leaves and pebbles as he sped off in another direction.

However, just as Lin Yan had darted less than a hundred feet, his steps abruptly halted.

someone!

Three figures emerged from the forest, like a group of hunters who had been waiting there, surrounding him.

Lin Yan's gaze fell on one of the young men. The man's belt was the same style as hers, but it was brown.

And since I'm from the fourth wife's family, does that mean my birth chart clashes with theirs?

So it seems that these three people in front of us are with the previous three, and are guards from other entrances?

wrong!

If it were a guard at another entrance, they wouldn't necessarily have to kill me after they reappeared; they could simply stop me and then notify the people from the fourth branch of the family to come over.

I'm afraid these people were let in by the fourth branch of the family without permission; only then would the logic make sense.

His earlier guess was correct. In addition to the three people who had set up an ambush ahead, there were also people guarding the Qingyuan Fruit. However, before the eagle flew back, they realized something was wrong and immediately withdrew.

While Lin Yan was thinking, Lin Mingyu was also observing Lin Yan. After confirming that Lin Yan was alone, he breathed a sigh of relief.

He was afraid that Zhou Hong and his two companions might encounter a group of people, and then he wouldn't be able to hide the fact that he had let people into the mountains without permission.

The other party was a single person, and from the third branch of the family. He looked unfamiliar and must be a newly arrived member of the third branch.

It seems even God is on my side.

"How dare you impersonate a member of my Lin family!" Lin Mingyu said first, looking at Lin Yan with a fierce expression.

"I am a member of the third branch of the clan, and I am here on duty in the Yangtian Mountains. I am not impersonating anyone," Lin Yan said, clasping his hands in a respectful but not arrogant tone.

"So you're saying you're ordered to guard the Yangtian Mountains? When did guarding someone mean you have to be in the mountains?" Lin Mingyu scoffed.

Lin Yan looked at the other person and asked in return, "Didn't you also go into the mountains?"

The tribe's rule was to guard the entrance to the mountain, but over the years, it has become an unspoken rule that those who guard the entrance to the Yangtian Mountain Range can enter the mountain.

Lin Mingyu was speechless for a moment, then snorted coldly: "You're quite the talker. I won't waste my breath on you. If you are truly a member of a branch of my Lin family, hand over the Purple Essence Fruit, and I will not pursue the matter of you killing my subordinate."

Before Lin Yan could respond, Lin Mingyu finished speaking, and the bearded man beside him couldn't help but ask, "Young Master, didn't Zhou Hong and the others die in vain?"

"You insolent fool! How dare you question my decisions? Zhou Hong is merely a member of another race. Do you expect me to turn against my own kind for the sake of a foreigner?"

"Your subordinate dares not."

The bearded man immediately lowered his head and fell silent. Lin Mingyu looked at Lin Yan, waiting for Lin Yan to hand over the Purple Yuan Fruit.

He couldn't possibly let Lin Yan off the hook; he was just saying that to appease Lin Yan.

Lin Yan certainly wouldn't take such a precious medicine as the Purple Essence Fruit on the spot. If I don't give Lin Yan a way out, in a fight to the death, I might very well destroy the Purple Essence Fruit.

First, give Lin Yan the illusion that he can survive. It won't be too late to make a move once Lin Yan hands over the Purple Yuan Fruit.

What happened just now was merely a performance put on by his subordinates.

He would never let someone from the other branches of the clan leave, let alone someone from the third branch.

"I can hand over the Purple Essence Fruit, but not now." Lin Yan shook his head: "I have to wait until I leave the Yangtian Mountains."

Lin Yan didn't believe a word the other party said. He seemed to be scolding his subordinates, but in reality, he was trying to make himself lower his guard. This kind of tactic was nothing new.

"Lin Yan, I'm giving you a chance because you're a member of the Lin family. If you don't take advantage of this, then I'll have to take it myself!"

Lin Mingyu's face was gloomy. If Lin Mingyuan from the third branch of the family found out about this matter after leaving the Yangtian Mountains, it would inevitably cause trouble in the clan. Bringing people into the mountains without permission would not be enough to escape the severe punishment of the clan rules.

"I'll say it again, leave the Purple Essence Fruit behind, you can leave. I'll give you ten breaths."

He raised a finger, intending to apply maximum pressure and give Lin Yan no time to think rationally, while simultaneously attracting Lin Yan's attention.

"—"

Lin Yan did not move.

"one"

"three.

""

As Lin Mingyu finished speaking the word "three," the sound still echoed in the air when two cold lights suddenly burst forth from his left and right sides.

On the left, the middle-aged man with a sinister face silently drew his long sword, its blade like a venomous snake's tongue, aiming straight for Lin Yan's waist and abdomen.

On the right, the bearded man who had spoken earlier unleashed both palms simultaneously, the wind whistling as he aimed straight for Lin Yan's head, intending to kill him with a single blow.

The two knew that Young Master Yu had no intention of letting this person leave alive.

This was something Young Master Yu had instructed them on their way here: no matter who the other party was, they couldn't be allowed to leave alive.

The so-called "dozens" was merely a tactic to lower the opponent's guard, allowing the two of them to launch a surprise attack.

The two worked in perfect harmony, one on the left and one on the right.

However, Lin Yan reacted even faster.

Almost at the same moment the two made their move, he slipped and unleashed the Smoke Step, his entire body drifting like a wisp of green smoke between the blade and the palm wind.

The blade and the palm strike didn't even touch his clothes.

At the same time, his right hand rested on the scabbard.

Clang!

The longsword was drawn.

The sword light was as thin as a wisp of smoke and as faint as a wisp of mist, its trajectory almost invisible in the dim light of the forest.

The man with the knife sensed something was wrong the moment he saw the flash of the sword.

As a top-tier martial artist who had undergone three skin-sharpening techniques, his sense of danger was ingrained in his bones; this sword light was not right.

Without the slightest hesitation, he held his long sword horizontally in front of him to parry.

The swords clashed, producing a crisp sound.

The man holding the knife felt a strange force coming from the blade, and he staggered back several steps. His hand was split open, and blood flowed down the hilt of the knife, making it almost impossible for him to hold on.

"Sword intent?"

The man with the knife sounded horrified, his eyes filled with disbelief.

So young, yet he has already mastered sword intent.

Lin Mingyu raised an eyebrow slightly, a hint of surprise flashing in his eyes.

Lin Yan's ability to cultivate sword intent was somewhat beyond his expectations.

But that's about it.

Lin Mingyu smiled slightly, crossed his arms, and watched coldly, with no intention of making a move.

The reason for sending the two to launch a sneak attack earlier was to prevent the opponent from destroying the Purple Essence Fruit in a moment of panic.

It seems Lin Yan is going to fight like a cornered beast, so there's no need to worry about him destroying the Purple Essence Fruit.

As for his two subordinates, he had no intention of letting them leave the mountain alive. He could not leave them with the evidence of killing their own people.

On the battlefield, Lin Yan forced back the man wielding a knife with his sword, but at that moment, another man's palms attacked again.

But when he saw his companion's hand split open and his long sword nearly slip from his grasp, the fierce look in his eyes instantly turned into fear.

He never expected that Lin Yan would actually cultivate sword intent and even cripple most of his companion's combat power with a single sword strike.

He wanted to retreat, but it was too late to stop.

At this moment, his palms were already a foot in front of Lin Yan, and the wind from his palms had even stirred Lin Yan's clothes.

At this point, they had no choice but to grit their teeth and continue, betting that Lin Yan's second sword strike wouldn't be so quick.

"Go to hell!"

With a roar, the bearded man poured all his blood and energy into his palms. If this palm strikes Lin Yan, even if it only grazes him, with his top-tier strength from the third level of skin-grinding, it will be enough to seriously injure Lin Yan.

When his palm was only half a foot away from the back of Lin Yan's head, a hint of joy appeared in the man's eyes.

Lin Yan was indeed caught off guard when he realized he had made the right bet.

However, just as his palm was only three inches away from Lin Yan, he sensed something was wrong. From beginning to end, Lin Yan not only did not turn around, but did not even make a move to look back, which was illogical.

A sense of crisis rose fiercely in his heart, and at that moment, Lin Yan slipped again and unleashed the Smoke Step.

His body floated three feet away like a wisp of green smoke, then he turned around and drew his sword.

All in one go!

puff.

A soft sound.

The bearded man remained in a forward-leaning posture, his eyes wide open, looking down at the thin blood hole in his chest. His mouth was open, as if he wanted to say something, but he only spat out a mouthful of blood.

His body swayed, then he collapsed to the ground in front of him, twitched a few times, and then remained still.

The man with the knife felt a chill run down his spine when he saw his companion fall to the ground.

His right hand was already useless and could not possibly stop Lin Yan's sword intent. He immediately looked in the direction of Lin Mingyu and cried out, "Young Master Yu, save me!"

The voice was filled with a desperate desire to survive, but Lin Mingyu didn't even glance at him. He remained with his arms crossed, expressionless, as if the one who died wasn't his subordinate, but a useless dog.

A flicker of despair crossed the man's eyes as he suddenly realized what was happening.

In Lin Mingyu's mind, killing Lin Yan was to silence him, and he and his companions were also within the scope of his plan to silence them.

Having figured this out, he turned around abruptly almost without hesitation and dashed into the dense forest.

Unfortunately, Lin Yan's sword had already arrived.

A flash of sword light.

A thin, hair-like bloodstain appeared on the man's throat.

His body was still leaping forward in the air, but a few breaths later, he plummeted straight down and crashed to the ground.

The two corpses were separated by less than five breaths.

Lin Yan held the long sword, which was spotless, and looked calmly at Lin Mingyu.

"It's better that these two good-for-nothings are dead, so I won't have to kill them later."

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Lin Mingyu's expression remained unchanged, and his words were so cold-blooded that Lin Yan felt sorry for the two people who had died.

This is the consequence of acting as an accomplice to evil.

"I must admit that you are indeed very talented in swordsmanship, but in the face of an absolute difference in skill level, all of that is insignificant."

As soon as he finished speaking, Lin Mingyu's aura suddenly surged, confirming that he was undoubtedly a fourth-level skin-sharpening martial artist.

However, the aura emanating from Lin Mingyu was completely different from the auras that Lin Yan had encountered in the previous four encounters with the skin-grinding martial artists.

With a certain kind of pressure, Lin Yan felt his blood and qi surging and his breathing becoming somewhat difficult.

What's going on? Is it because Lin Mingyu's cultivation method is special?

"So what if it's sword intent?"

Lin Mingyu's eyes were filled with condescending disdain. He raised his right hand, slowly clenched his fist, and faint blood light flowed across the surface of his fist. "You think I'm just an ordinary fourth-level skin-sharpening martial artist? You're sorely mistaken."

"I started preparing for the blood exchange a month ago. A martial artist from a small place like you probably hasn't even met a martial artist in the blood exchange realm before. Let me tell you, your sword intent just now couldn't break through my blood qi protective barrier."

Lin Yan gripped his longsword tightly and did not move.

He was not intimidated by Lin Mingyu's words, but he also did not act rashly.

Lin Mingyu walked forward slowly, each step carrying an oppressive aura, as if he were teasing a trapped beast.

"Hand over the Purple Essence Fruit, and I can give you a quick death. If you don't, I'll crush your bones one by one and let you experience what it means to wish you were dead."

"Don't you usually get a chance to speak? Why are you so talkative?"

Lin Yan spoke calmly, which surprised Lin Mingyu. He was clearly surprised that Lin Yan would dare to say such a thing at this point.

As for Lin Yan, whether he could win or not, he would only know after they had fought!

With his right arm holding the sword slightly lowered and the tip of the sword pointing diagonally to the ground, Lin Yan was like a bow being slowly drawn to its fullest extent, every inch of his muscles silently gathering strength.

Lin Mingyu raised an eyebrow, but the cold smile on his lips did not fade.

"bluff."

Despite Lin Mingyu's mockery, Lin Yan's expression remained unchanged. He gripped his longsword tightly, and a deep, thunderous sound erupted from his waist at that moment.

Stone Waist and Thunder Ridge, fully activated!

The vertebrae emitted a series of popping sounds, like muffled thunder rolling.

His figure visibly grew taller with each series of cracking sounds, his clothes stretched taut.

Step forward, raise your sword, and swing!

A fleeting figure, a fully unleashed Stone Waist Thunder Spine, and an unreserved Entangling Sword Intent.

He used all his trump cards in this strike.

Thirty-six sword lights, as thin as silk, carried an extremely sharp edge, heading straight for Lin Mingyu's face.

Lin Mingyu's lips curled into a mocking smile, but he didn't even move an inch.

"Like a mantis trying to stop a chariot, utterly overestimating one's own strength!"

He threw out his right fist, and blood-red light flowed across the surface of his fist, enveloping all the sword threads within it.

"clang!"

With a crisp sound, all the sword light was deflected by the thin layer of blood light, leaving only a shallow white mark on it.

Lin Yan felt a tremendous force coming from the sword, his entire arm trembled, and he involuntarily took two steps back.

Lin Mingyu remained motionless, his mockery deepening.

"I told you, your sword intent can't break through my blood energy protective barrier. Now—it's time to show you what true martial power is."

He took a step forward and threw out his left fist.

The fist whistled through the air, like a small mountain pressing down, and enveloped the area with a terrifying blood-red light.

Lin Yan's pupils suddenly contracted, and he unleashed the Smoke Step, his figure drifting to one side like a wisp of green smoke.

He only dodged half a foot, and the wind from the punch grazed his shoulder. Even though the terrifying wind didn't hit him directly, it still made him stagger several steps, his shoulder throbbed with pain, and a trickle of blood spilled from the corner of his mouth.

Just one punch.

With just one punch, the difference in skill was immediately apparent.

Lin Mingyu did not pursue, but stood still, looking down at Lin Yan as if he were watching a dying prey.

"I've already told you, you can't break my Blood Qi." He said calmly, "If you had reached the fourth level of the Skin-Melting Realm, this sword intent might have posed some threat to me, but now—"

Lin Yan licked the blood from the corner of his mouth: "You're just relying on living a few years earlier and showing off your cultivation level. If you were at the same cultivation level as me, I would kill you like killing a dog."

His mind was racing with calculations.

We can't beat them.

There is no chance of winning in a head-on confrontation.

My own level is still too low. The power of sword intent depends not only on the proficiency of the sword intent, but also on one's own strength.

run?

Lin Yan rejected the idea as soon as it came to mind.

The Smoke-Stepping Technique is not a light-body skill, but a footwork technique for maneuvering within a small area. If the opponent's cultivation level is higher and their qi and blood are more abundant, running away will only deplete one's own qi and blood.

Lin Mingyu's face was extremely cold; this was the first time he had been called a "dog."

"You deserve to die. I'm going to torture you so badly you wish you were dead."

Faced with Lin Mingyu's threat, Lin Yan remained calm. Since he dared to say such a thing, he had anticipated Lin Mingyu's reaction and was deliberately trying to provoke him.

Angry people are prone to making mistakes.

"Torture me?" Lin Yan said calmly. "It seems you don't want this Purple Essence Fruit anymore."

"9

He took out the Purple Yuan Fruit from his pocket, held it in his palm, and could destroy it in an instant with just a little force.

"You dare!"

Lin Mingyu abruptly stopped, his pupils contracted, and a hint of panic flashed across his face.

His voice suddenly rose, "If you dare destroy the Purple Essence Fruit, I will not only kill you, but your entire clan will be buried with you! The Third Branch can't protect itself, nor will it send anyone to protect your entire clan!"

He had searched for a long time to find this Purple Essence Fruit in order to enter the Blood Exchange Realm. He did so at the cost of violating the clan rules. If it were destroyed, it would take him several years to enter the Blood Exchange Realm.

This consequence was something he couldn't bear.

Lin Yan looked at him without saying a word.

He really wanted to say, "There are only two of us in my entire clan."

The two stared at each other for a moment.

Two breaths.

Three breaths.

Suddenly, Lin Yan raised his right hand sharply, and the Purple Yuan Fruit shot out to the right. At the same time, Lin Yan himself rushed out in the opposite direction.

Seeing Lin Yan shoot out the Purple Essence Fruit, Lin Mingyu immediately flashed to catch it. In his opinion, Lin Yan had been forced into a corner by him and wanted to escape while he was catching the Purple Essence Fruit.

idiot!

Even if I delay for a few breaths, I will still be able to catch up with him.

Whoa!

Seeing Lin Mingyu chasing after the Purple Essence Fruit, Lin Yan stopped in his tracks. He didn't intend to run; he threw out the Purple Essence Fruit only to buy himself a few more breaths.

He glanced at the six martial arts fruits on the martial arts tree and made no hesitation.

"swallow!"

In his mind, six martial arts fruits shattered simultaneously, and seventy-two years of cultivation time, like a flood bursting its banks, surged into the purple leaf of the Amazing Swan Sword Technique.

The sparse white veins on the leaves grew wildly at this moment.

Spreading from the petiole to the leaf tip, and from the main vein to the lateral veins, it is dense and intricate, like a spider web or silkworm silk, weaving the entire leaf into a fine net.

The veins were no longer sparse white lines, but densely interwoven, each one crystal clear, radiating a soft light, making the entire leaf translucent and bright.

The leaf trembled slightly, and a cool breeze emanated from it, flowing through his body along his meridians.

That's not qi and blood, nor internal strength, but something more essential and pure.

It's about understanding the sword!

It's an understanding of "silk"!

It was also the culmination of his 144 years of arduous swordsmanship training.

A century of arduous cultivation, a single day of sudden enlightenment.

The sword intent of the entwined silk has reached its perfect state.

Lin Yan opened her eyes.

In his eyes, it seemed as if countless fine, hair-like sword lights were flowing.

He raised his longsword once more and swung it at Lin Mingyu.

Just as Lin Mingyu caught the Purple Yuan Fruit, his eyes were filled with joy. But before he could turn around, an unprecedented sense of crisis suddenly surged into his heart, making the hairs on his body stand on end.

He turned around abruptly.

Lin Yan had already raised his sword.

A sword fell.

The sword light was as thin as silk, silent, invisible, and without a trace.

Lin Mingyu's pupils contracted sharply, and his mouth opened as if he wanted to say something—

However, the sword light had already arrived.

puff.

A soft sound.

His protective aura, his proud defense, melted away instantly upon contact with that sword light, like ice and snow meeting a raging fire.

The sword light tore through his protective aura without any hindrance and landed between his eyebrows.

Lin Mingyu's face was still filled with shock as he fell from the sky, the Purple Yuan Fruit still clutched in his hand until his death.

boom!

Lin Yan supported his body with the tip of the sword; this strike had exhausted all the vital energy in his body.

After a few breaths, his internal energy and blood calmed down, and he walked towards the spot where Lin Mingyu's body had fallen.

"You use your age to bully me, I'll use a century's worth of swordsmanship to kill you, it's perfectly fair!"

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