"Thirteen Thunderclap Swords!"
This was the thirteen swords of the first stage of the Thunderclap Sword Skill. Now, Lin Xuan had used all of them in one go. The long sword formed a screen of light in front of him, flowing with a blue light.
The blood light quickly approached. Before it even touched, it already emitted a rumbling sound that shook people's eardrums.
Liang Hong was shocked. He had never seen such a strange sword skill. Each sword was faster than the last, and the power was constantly superimposing. The blood sword in his hand had broken through five or six swords, and its speed had already slowed down.
"How is this possible? How can a fourth level ningmai disciple have such a strange sword skill?" Liang Hong was shocked. But so what? He was a whole level higher than Lin Xuan. Just in terms of spiritual power, he could crush his opponent!
"Open for me!"
Liang Hong shouted, and the blood light on his body grew stronger. The red sword light doubled in size, and quickly tore through Lin Xuan's defenses.
Peng peng peng!
The blood red sword light was like a hot knife through butter, piercing through nine of Lin Xuan's defenses. With a strange light, it welcomed Lin Xuan's tenth sword.
Lin Xuan was also shocked. He didn't expect Liang Hong to be so strong. It seemed that he couldn't underestimate anyone, especially those disciples that could join the Shen Wei Group.
However, he still had confidence in the Thunderclap Sword Skill. Every sword of the Thunderclap Sword Skill would add a layer of hidden power to the previous sword. When the thirteenth sword arrived, it would accumulate the hidden power of the previous twelve swords. This power would be enough to make up for the difference in level between him and Liang Hong.
Metal clashed, and sparks flew.
Liang Hong had already revealed a cruel smile. The screen of light in front of Lin Xuan became weaker and weaker, as if it would shatter at any moment. He finally let out a sigh of relief.
Although this Lin Xuan had forced him to use his sword skill, he still couldn't stop his attack. Thinking that defeating this Lin Xuan would give him 300 contribution points, he couldn't help but speed up the sword in his hand.
"This Lin Xuan is going to lose." One of the spectating disciples said, "But to be able to force Liang Hong to use his sword skill, he should be proud."
"Hmph, it's his bad luck to be matched up against Liang Hong. In front of Liang Hong, he still dares to claim that he's a swift sword!" A disciple of the Divine Might Group attacked.
Lin Xuan's expression was solemn. He only had three sword strikes left. Success or failure depended on this one move.
His body swayed and he took the initiative to meet the attack. The black iron sword was like a swimming dragon, baring its fangs and brandishing its claws as it rushed towards the blood-red sword light.
"F * ck! He actually dared to take the initiative to attack. Does he want to die? "Many disciples were shocked.
The Divine Might Group's disciples were also dumbfounded. They could not guess Lin Xuan's intentions. In the end, they could only conclude that he wanted to fight with his life on the line.
When Liang Hong saw that Lin Xuan had actually taken the initiative to attack, his eyes were filled with ridicule.
"What is this? Is this the final counterattack before death?" Liang Hong laughed loudly.
Lin Xuan did not answer. His mind was completely immersed in the Thunderclap Sword Technique. He was using all his strength to control the strength of his body, precisely controlling the strength of this sword.
"The eleventh sword!" Lin Xuan urged his spiritual energy. His long sword surged and the sword light danced in the air, colliding with the blood-red sword.
Clang!
The huge force caused Lin Xuan's arm to go numb. He hurriedly urged the Longevity Secret Art. Green spiritual energy surged into his arm, alleviating the numbness.
However, his sword was not without effect. Liang Hong's attack was blocked by his sword and slowed down a little. At the same time, he became more proficient in using the Thunderclap Sword Technique.
"Two more sword strikes!" Lin Xuan gripped his long sword tightly. Using the Fundamental Movement Technique, his body continued to move.
Seeing that his attack was actually mitigated, Liang Hong was enraged. His eyes were filled with ferocity. He poured all the spiritual energy in his body into the blood-red sword, preparing to finish off Lin Xuan in one strike.
Whoosh!
The long sword danced, causing the air to vibrate. Liang Hong charged over.
Lin Xuan also charged over. Before he even arrived, the twelfth sword had already been slashed out.
"Die for me!" Liang Hong shouted. A ferocious force swept away the black iron sword. The cold sword tip pierced towards Lin Xuan's right chest.
At this crucial moment, Lin Xuan's eyes were like torches. His body seemed to have become one with the black iron sword. This was a wonderful feeling. Under this feeling, Lin Xuan slashed out the thirteenth sword strike.
All the accumulated power from before exploded in this strike. The black iron long sword was like a black lightning bolt, stirring up the wind and clouds. The sword let out a muffled sound of thunder, directly blasting away the blood-red sword light.
Liang Hong felt as if he had been struck by lightning. That huge force made him despair. He was like a speck of dust, fluttering under the sudden thunder.
Drip, drip!
After the resplendent sword light, Liang Hong bent over in a sorry state. His left hand clutched his chest as blood continuously flowed out.
"Liang, Liang Hong lost …" The members of the Divine Might Group were dumbstruck. Their entire bodies were frozen in place. The muscles on their faces unconsciously twitched. Their hearts couldn't accept it.
"I lost, I actually lost!" Liang Hong's eyes were devoid of light. He actually lost to a fourth level condensing period disciple. This caused his confidence to suffer a heavy blow.
Lin Xuan stood there with his eyes slightly closed. He was digesting the feeling he had just felt. That thirteenth sword strike, he seemed to have turned into lightning. This feeling was very wonderful.
"Remember that you owe me thirty contribution points." Lin Xuan opened his eyes and said to the distant Liang Hong.
"Who's next?"
Hearing this, the faces of the members of the Divine Might Group twitched. Even Liang Hong had been defeated. The only one left who could fight was the leader, Xing Lifeng.
But Lin Xuan didn't plan on letting them go. What a joke, each person was worth thirty contribution points. Where could he find such a fat sheep! Thus, he extended his finger and began to call out names.
"None of you are allowed to leave. Lin Xuan looked at the members of the Divine Might Group and said. Prepare thirty contribution points and wait for this young master to come and collect the goods!" Lin Xuan said excitedly.
"You, it's you!" Lin Xuan pointed at a disciple of the Divine Might Group and said, "Come and fight. Don't lose to the Divine Might Group's momentum."
The disciple had the heart to die. Even Liang Hong had been defeated. He definitely wasn't Lin Xuan's opponent. But at this time, if he were to run away, the Divine Might Group wouldn't let him go.
The result was that in less than three moves, he was defeated. Everyone looked at Xing Lifeng. His cultivation level was the highest, and only he had a chance of defeating Lin Xuan. Otherwise, this operation would become a joke.
"You've gone too far!" Xing Lifeng said with a cold face.
"Gone too far? When your Divine Might Group surrounded me, did you think of going too far? When you sent a fifth level condensing period disciple to deal with me, did you think of going too far? When you colluded with the enforcement team to frame me, did you think of going too far?"
Lin Xuan sneered and said, "Could it be that only you can bully others and others aren't allowed to retaliate?"
"Going against the Divine Might Group, there's no place for you here!" Xing Lifeng snorted.
"Don't talk nonsense!" Lin Xuan slanted his long sword and said, "Now you have two choices. One is to obediently hand over thirty contribution points. Two is to be beaten up by me and then obediently hand over the contribution points. Which one do you choose?"
"Arrogant, too arrogant!"
The Divine Might Group's disciples wished they could fight him to the death. But because of the sect's rules, they could only endure. Now, the only one who could openly defeat Lin Xuan and salvage the situation was Xing Lifeng.
When the surrounding disciples heard Lin Xuan's words, their faces were filled with excitement. They weren't members of the Divine Might Group, and many of them had been bullied by the Divine Might Group. Now that there was someone who could make the Divine Might Group suffer, they were naturally happy.
"I will make you shut your mouth!" Xing Lifeng slowly walked into the arena. His gaze was like a knife, enveloping Lin Xuan.
"Brother Feng will definitely win!" The Divine Might Group's disciples roared.
"Don't worry. Brother Feng is at the peak of the fifth level condensing period. He won't lose to him. Just by using his spiritual power, he can crush him to death!"
Xing Lifeng stood in the center of the arena, his hands clenched into fists. His cold voice gradually sounded, "Make your move. I will let you know the strength of the Divine Might Group!"
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