Suppressing the Seven Kill Sword! The Ultimate Power of the Zhuxian Sword
On the desolate plains, a fierce wind howled as two extremely sharp Sword intent clashed violently.
Lin Sheng faced Chen Xin, where he and his sword became one.
The sword, powerful enough to cleave through the ages, showed no fear whatsoever!
"Bring it on!"
The Zhuxian Sword in his hand emitted a low, resonant hum, not of fear, but of excitement.
"Senior Chen Xin, in the path of sword cultivation, only the ultimate sublimation of strength and will can lead to enlightenment. Watch closely, this is my path!"
Lin Sheng gave a soft shout.
The sixth blood-red Soul Ring beneath his feet suddenly lit up, its light almost dyeing the night sky crimson.
"Boom--!"
Sixth Soul Skill: The Great Dao Slays Immortals!
In an instant, a mysterious and profound aura rose from Lin Sheng's body.
That was no ordinary Soul Power.
Rather, it is the pure Dao Power generated by the fusion of the three volumes of the Book of Heaven.
In the void...
The yin-yang symbol swirled, and countless Daoist runes swirled around the Zhuxian Sword.
This sword strike was no longer a simple physical attack, but rather a manifestation of the ultimate principles of heaven and earth.
The Zhuxian Sword itself represents the ultimate killing power.
"Laugh--!"
At this moment, it is finally revealed for all to see.
The two swords collided in mid-air, and the blinding light instantly blinded the onlookers.
Chen Xin felt that the moment his Seven Kill Sword Intent touched the Great Dao runes, it was like ice and snow meeting the blazing sun, being completely melted by that Higher Dimension power of rules.
"What a terrifying atmosphere!"
Chen Xin was deeply shaken. He had spent his life seeking the sword, and prided himself on the Seven Kill Sword Intent as the pinnacle of pure attack...
But Lin Sheng's sword strike showed him the end of the Dao.
Chen Xin was knocked back a hundred meters, but he was not surprised but delighted, and his eyes shone with an unprecedented brilliance.
"Again! Seventh Soul Skill, Seven Kill True Form!"
Chen Xin dared not hold back any longer, and the enormous Seven Kill Sword stretched across the sky.
Sword intent coalesced into a single character, "Kill," which swept across the sky!
However, Lin Sheng reacted even faster, giving Chen Xin no chance to catch his breath.
Fifth Soul Skill: Immortal Slaughtering Sword Formation!
Lin Sheng made a hand seal, and the Zhuxian Sword flew out of his hand, transforming into four towering giant swords, which stood in the four directions of east, west, south, and north.
Completely lock down the space within a radius of several miles!
Within the sword formation, sword energy crisscrossed, each strike powerful enough to severely injure an ordinary Soul Douluo.
"It's not over yet! Fourth Soul Skill, Annihilation Sword Formation!"
Double array superposition!
An aura of desolation descended, and all things withered.
Chen Xin, being in the midst of it all, felt his life force and Soul Power being rapidly stripped away.
"What terrifying Sword intent..."
He seemed to have entered a state of complete self-forgetfulness.
Chen Xin knew he had to go all out.
He absolutely cannot be treated as a Soul Saint!
He roared, and the Seven Kill Sword transformed into countless sword shadows, attempting to break through this desperate confinement.
Sixth Soul Skill: Ten Thousand Swords Return to One!
The two fought so fiercely that the heavens and earth shook, and even ghosts and gods wept!
"Mountain Dragon King Soul Bone Skill: I Alone Rule Heaven and Earth."
Just as Chen Xin was about to break through, Lin Sheng's eyes narrowed, and the Mountain Dragon King's Torso Soul Bone suddenly unleashed their power.
The space was already viscous.
Its gravity increased more than a hundredfold in an instant!
Chen Xin's body suddenly sank, and the wasteland beneath his feet collapsed a hundred meters, turning into a bottomless pit!
"This kid... he's not even human!"
Golden Crocodile Douluo watched from afar, his eyelids twitching. He even thought that if he were in that situation...
I'm afraid they won't get away with it.
Qian Daoliu remained silent throughout.
He gazed at the Dao runes swirling above the earth, muttering, "This isn't the work of Soul Master, this is... a miracle."
In the center of the battlefield, Chen Xin was already somewhat horrified.
His Soul Power was concentrated to its limit, bearing immense pressure, and the Seven Kill Sword hummed.
"Young friend Lin Sheng, if you can withstand this move, I will be completely convinced!"
"Haha, in the way of the sword, this old man has lost."
"But... I demand a decisive victory!"
At this moment, Chen Xin's aged body seemed to return to its peak, and all his consciousness, flesh and blood, and Martial Soul merged into one.
That was the most powerful sword strike ever!
"Ninth Soul Skill, God-Demon Dual Slash!"
A colossal sword blade spanning the heavens and earth, carrying an eerie aura that was half sacred and half ferocious.
It tore a pitch-black chasm straight through the void!
It came crashing down on Lin Sheng's head.
"This was Chen Xin's strongest attack; it was indeed terrifying."
Lin Sheng looked up at the sky, the immense pressure of the sword causing his white robes to flutter wildly.
He slowly raised his right hand, and the Zhuxian Sword returned to his palm.
We must do everything in our power.
Lin Sheng closed his eyes. At this moment, all the power within him— the Golden Dragon King Bloodline, the Book of Heaven's Daoist techniques, the Zhu Xian Sword Intent —was released...
The dazzling light is gone.
Instead, it was an extremely deep Dark Gold, as if a tiny black hole had condensed at the tip of the sword.
"Seventh Soul Skill, Immortal Slaughtering True Form"
"My sword strike is called..."
"Slay the Immortals!"
Two attacks, each powerful enough to destroy a city, collided. The entire Spirit City trembled violently at that moment.
All the residents ran into the streets in terror, thinking it was the wrath of the gods.
"Boom--!"
The light and shockwave lasted for several minutes before gradually dissipating.
Once the smoke and dust had completely settled, everyone eagerly looked towards the center of the arena.
Lin Sheng still stood with his sword on his back, though his chest heaved slightly, clearly indicating that his Soul Power was about to be exhausted.
"Cough cough..."
Lin Sheng staggered, feeling extremely weak.
Opposite him, Sword Douluo Chen Xin was still standing, but the Seven Kill Sword in his hand was dim and trembling slightly.
Chen Xin's once pristine white robe was now tattered and covered in countless tiny sword marks.
Those were the marks left by the destructive power of Lin Sheng's sword strike, injuring not only his physical body...
It was constantly eroding his aura.
"Senior, you flatter me."
Lin Sheng spoke softly, sheathing his sword.
Chen Xin raised his head. Although his breath was weak, there was no sign of despondency in his aged eyes. Instead, they were filled with fervor and gratitude.
"What a magnificent... Immortal Slayer."
Chen Xin's voice was hoarse.
"I, Chen Xin, have practiced swordsmanship my entire life, only today do I realize that my swordsmanship still has a long way to go."
Ning Fengzhi looked at Lin Sheng at this moment.
It's no longer just about winning them over; it's now tinged with a genuine sense of awe.
With the body of Soul Saint, he faced off against the strongest attack-type Titled Douluo on the continent.
They are almost evenly matched.
Even Chen Xin was at a disadvantage.
Lin Sheng looked at Chen Xin and suddenly said, "Senior, you haven't lost to me."
"In terms of Soul Power and combat strength, I may not be as good as you."
"It was my Sword intent that made up for the gap."
Lin Sheng smiled.
Chen Xin's smile held a hint of bitterness, "Yes, your Sword intent truly convinces me."
"Even in a real fight to the death, I'd have to be wary of you. One wrong move and you might really kill me."
Bibi Dong and Qian Daoliu, standing in the distance, wore complex expressions.