Rip!
The sound of something tearing through the air entered his ears. That dense, fiery-red Sword Qi had actually been ripped apart—no, to be precise, it was like slicing tofu, split cleanly in two by the silver Sword Qi as easily as rotten wood collapsing before force.
It seemed inconceivable, but in truth it was only natural.
If one compared only the spiritual power contained within the two streams of Sword Qi, the one unleashed by the elder of Sword Lake Palace was certainly more vast and surging. However, Lin Xuan's was far purer. This was probably the principle of using skill to break crude force.
Lin Xuan knew this well.
That was also why he had only used the secret art of the Sword into Silk Technique at the final moment.
His purpose was to leave the other party no time to react.
Otherwise, if the two streams of Sword Qi had clashed head-on, it truly would have been hard to say who would win and who would lose.
In other words, Lin Xuan's victory in a single move was the result of both wits and strength; neither could have been lacking.
The change came suddenly, and Lin Xuan was already preparing his follow-up. Yet the Green-Robed Man, who had lost the initiative, showed not the slightest trace of fear on his face.
Though the fiery-red Sword Qi had been torn in two, its momentum did not pause in the least. Instead, it turned, transforming into two slightly smaller blades of Sword Qi that hacked down toward Lin Xuan.
A method of mutual destruction?
Lin Xuan's face changed drastically in shock.
Truly, even the wisest man would lose a thought among a thousand. How had he forgotten that this fellow had already resolved himself to die?
If he were