Chapter Nineteenth: Frosty Sword Shadow

  "You're not bad either."

  Xia took a deep breath, his right hand slightly trembling, and his internal blood energy slightly shook.

  He's going all out this time, with such a high-profile debut and declaration of war, just to make these mountain bandit disciples submit! He deliberately gave up those stronger disciples and chose these ones who aren't very strong, only having Body Tempering Second or Third Layer, all for the sake of loyalty.

  One rat can spoil the whole pot of food, this is an unchanging truth.

  Just exclude those rats and the remaining people can become their own strength as long as they are focused. As for how to focus, it is the simplest principle of Heifeng Village - strength!

  Let them see your strength, let them see the hope of following you, let them know that following you is a bright future, they will naturally be willing to follow you to the death, sometimes it's just that simple.

  So in this war, he must win!

  "Hum——"

  A soft sound came, Xia Lin raised his head to look, and Lin Tianxiang had already drawn out the long sword from his waist, shining brightly under the sunlight.

  Splash! Splash!

  Lin Tianxiang's wrist moved, and his long sword swept across, revealing a few points of icy coldness in the sunlight.

  "If you leave now, I can pretend nothing ever happened." Lin Tianxiang's low voice came over, no matter what, he still had some reservations about the Black Wind Fortress.

  Xia Lin didn't say a word, his right hand waved lightly, and a faint, almost imperceptible mark shook around him, his whole body radiating an intense aura, the answer was self-evident!

  "Hiss!"

  Lin Tianxiang saw the situation and no longer hesitated. His long sword drew an arc, directly beheading the approaching figure with a momentum like breaking through bamboo!

  "Master, guns."

  Sun Zhong hastily handed his large knife to Xia Lin. During the tempering period, weapons could still play a very important role, especially Lin Tianxiang's long sword, which was no ordinary object. Xia Lin was at a great disadvantage when facing him empty-handed.

  "It doesn't matter."

  Xia Lin slightly shook her head, her right foot exerted a slight force, and she rushed out.

  The inner energy of the right palm was stirred up without hesitation and directly struck Lin Tianxiang's long sword.

  Lingfeng Palm, Seventh Palm!

  "Really?"

  Lin Tianxiang saw that Xia Lin dared to come at him with a direct palm strike, his brow furrowed slightly as he subconsciously retracted the offensive stance of his long sword. Sure enough, just as he had retracted his formation, he clearly saw a strong gust of wind emanating from Xia Lin's hand.

  "Ding!"

  The palm wind and the long sword intersected, and a clear and crisp whistling sound was transmitted.

  One move gained the upper hand, Xia Lin's body slightly arched, and another palm swung up. Lin Tianxiang reacted quickly, placing his long sword horizontally in front of him, forcing Xia Lin to withdraw his attack.

  For a moment, the two were deadlocked.

  Xia Lin was extremely wary of Lin Tian Xiang's long sword, and similarly, Lin Tian Xiang deeply dreaded Xia Lin's palm wind. When they fought, they naturally retreated with caution.

  "Is it a stalemate?"

  Xia Lin smiled slightly, but this was not the result he wanted. To intimidate these mountain bandit disciples, he must have an absolute advantage!

  "Lingfeng Palm Eighth Palm, Explode!"

  "Boom!"

  Without warning, a sudden change occurred in Xia Lin's palm wind, and a momentum that made one's heart palpitate gathered around him, pressing down crazily on Lin Tianxiang.

  "Not good." Lin Tianxiang's face changed greatly when Xia Lin made his move, and he actually used the eighth palm of Lingfeng! This was far beyond his expectations. He had never thought that a 16-year-old boy like Xia Lin could thoroughly grasp this set of palm techniques.

  Lingfeng Palm's eighth palm was the final move, its power far surpassing the seventh. Xia Lin suddenly used it, directly suppressing Lin Tianxiang.

  Lin Tianxiang took a step back with one palm down.

  Lin Tianxiang took another step back.

  The third palm, Lin Tianxiang was almost knocked up by Xia Lin's palm.

  From a stalemate to having an absolute advantage, it only took a moment, leaving everyone around stunned.

  For the Lin family's merchant group, their young master who had never been defeated was now being restrained and unable to move freely. They could see it clearly, and at this moment they were deeply worried that if their young master lost... they would be finished.

  As for the fake disciples, this group of heartless and ruthless guys, at this moment they were all fanatical, now fighting was the frail-bodied young master of Hei Feng Gang.

  This young master who had no hope in him, but at a critical moment, this young master burst out with great power and rescued Sun Zhong.

  It's even more daring to face a white blade with bare hands at this time, what kind of confidence is this!

  If he really took the fine steel knife in Sun Zhong's hand, wouldn't it be easy to defeat Lin Tianxiang? The mountain stronghold disciples thought so, the Lin family guards thought so, and even Sun Zhong and Lin Qi thought so. But how could they know that if this young master were to take up the knife and go into battle, it would be a tragic affair.

  In his two lifetimes, when had he ever played with knives? His previous life didn't need to be mentioned, in a society ruled by law, after arriving here, for the past decade, he had been busy recuperating his body and didn't even have time to learn basic knife skills that everyone knew, this was also the reason why he went into battle empty-handed.

  He is not arrogant, but rather... really can't.

  A fierce battle between empty-handed and white blade, the mountain stronghold disciples watched with bated breath, a hint of smile flashed across Xia Lin's mouth, almost done, time to end it.

  He looked at Lin Tianxiang with this thought in mind.

  Without a doubt, Lin Tianxiang felt a sense of crisis in Xia Lin's eyes. Xia Lin's strength far exceeded his expectations, and he was still at an advantage without any weapons!

  Speed, reaction, strength, Xia Lin's physical quality is far superior to his!

  He was confident that his body had been tempered through hard work, a true and solid seven-layered physique, not like Xia Cheng's inferior goods. However, for some reason, when facing Xia Lin, he felt that he was the one who relied on spiritual grass to boost himself, and the gap between them was not just a little bit.

  What the hell is going on?

  He didn't know that Xia Lin, even if his strength was weaker, was a cultivator. Although he hadn't fully opened up his blood vessels and hadn't exerted the power of the Blood Refining Realm, his physical quality still wasn't something he could compare to.

  "It can't go on like this."

  Lin Tianxiang's eyes flashed with a cold light, originally he didn't want to use that move.

  Mysteriously, when Xia Lin attacked, Lin Tianxiang retreated half a step, his long sword dancing with dense and impenetrable movements, completely blocking the attack. The long sword emitted a cold aura, and Xia Lin didn't dare to strike again recklessly.

  However, at this moment, a cold light suddenly appeared in the midst of the sword dance that was impenetrable to the wind. Lin Tianxiang's hand grasped the long sword and burst out from the middle with a strange speed, increasing exponentially compared to before, and stabbed straight at Xia Lin.

  The people of the Lin family saw this move and their eyes flashed with surprise and delight.

  It's indeed this move, the Lin family's famous martial art, Cold Frost Sword Shadow. The Cold Frost Sword Shadow was a long time ago when a master of the Lin family observed a great swordsman practicing and gained insight from it, and later became one of the moves passed down through the generations in the Lin family's swordsmanship. The Cold Frost Sword Shadow isn't particularly impressive, as long as you reach the Air Rotation Realm, with enough strength, you can easily comprehend it.

  However, under the Cyclone Boundary, what is being tested is simply one's intuition. Therefore, Lin Family also has it, and under the Cyclone Boundary, they can comprehend the Frosty Sword Shadow, which should be considered as the number one genius of Lin Family.

  Unexpectedly, it was displayed in Lin Tianxiang's hands at this time, and it was indeed the genius of the Lin family!

  "Be careful, young master!"

  Sun Zhong's face changed slightly as he stood by, having seen the master of the Lin family take action before. He also belonged to the same realm of Qi Xuan, but with a single move, his cold sword shadow suddenly burst out and killed the enemy in an instant.

  Lu'er's teeth were clenched tightly, her small face was pale, and her small hands were pinched to be somewhat pale, looking at the young master with worry.

  A little cold, shocking power!

  "It's finally time!" Xia Lin's eyes flashed with a hint of smile, defeating the strongest state of Lin Tianxiang was the answer sheet he gave to his mountain stronghold disciples.

  "Lingfeng Palm Ninth Palm, Explode!"

  Xia Lin's body suddenly accelerated again, directly ignoring the long sword that came to assassinate him, as if he couldn't see the cold light flashing long sword only an inch away from himself.

  Among the shock and awe of everyone, a pair of flesh palms carrying the terrifying power of the ninth palm of Lingfeng Palm, with a whistling sound, directly collided with the long sword that had flashed with cold light in an absolute collision.

  A life-and-death struggle, with victory and defeat hanging in the balance.

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