At that moment, Lin Xuan seemed to have transformed into the Thousand-Handed Guanyin. Both hands moved with effortless mastery, and the six sword styles of the Six Meridian Divine Sword were no longer separate techniques in his hands, but perfectly fused into one.
The nimbleness of the Shaoze Sword complemented the unpredictability of the Shangyang Sword, while the majesty of the Zhongchong Sword and the simplicity of the Guanchong Sword brought out the best in each other.
The sword radiance flickering from his fingertips was far more solid and powerful than Yichen's, despite Yichen having immersed himself in this art for years!
"Ssh! Ssh! Ssh!"
Lin Xuan's sword qi surged forth like a tidal wave, instantly turning defense into offense and shredding the sword net Yichen had just woven to pieces.
This was not merely a contest of Internal Energy, but a complete crushing in terms of mastery over the Six Meridian Divine Sword.
Lin Xuan possessed numerous peerless divine arts, and his understanding of martial arts had long since transcended the ordinary.
In his hands, the Six Meridian Divine Sword gained an added grace—fluid, agile, and natural.
He seemed almost divine!
Yichen was forced from offense to defense, retreating step by step beneath the terrifying pressure of Lin Xuan's sword qi. At last, extreme fear appeared on his formerly arrogant face.
"Impossible! Absolutely impossible!"
As he desperately scattered sword qi to fend off the attacks, Yichen roared hysterically, "That old ghost Kurong only let you look at the sword manual for a few days! How could you possibly have mastered it? And even if you did, how could your mastery be purer than mine?!"
He could not accept it!
He was Master Yideng's inner demon, possessing decades of the Southern Emperor's martial memories and experience. He had believed that,