Clang—!
Lin Qiuxian slid several meters backward on one knee.
"Cough, cough!"
The spiritual energy circulating through his body had turned sluggish. His chest tightened, and he couldn't help coughing up a mouthful of blood.
He was facing another sword cultivator, just like himself, but one whose strength was absurdly high.
[Enemy: Qi Refining ninth layer sword cultivator, Great Void Sword Canon beginner, Flowing Cloud Sword Technique perfected]
Flowing Cloud...
Just hearing the name, it sounded like a light, ethereal sword technique. And that was exactly what it was.
Vwoom!
The air currents surged, and the air itself began to hum. A pitch-black heavy sword as wide as a door slammed down, but halfway through its descent, the blade suddenly vanished.
Again!
Without hesitation, Lin Qiuxian raised his sword before him. The pitch-black blade flashed into existence once more, sweeping toward him like the sky collapsing.
Clang—!
Another crash rang out, like a massive bronze bell being struck. Amid the flying sparks, Lin Qiuxian slid backward several meters again.
A heavy sword?
Flowing Cloud?
Put those two together, and it was downright nasty!
Lin Qiuxian felt deeply frustrated.
He had mastered countless secret arts, and knew more sword techniques than he could count, but none of them were proving effective against this bizarre, unpredictable heavy sword.
And, as if that weren't enough, his cultivation level limited his abilities. There were many techniques he couldn't use at all.
His thoughts raced as he quickly assessed the situation. He couldn't keep passively blocking. At most, he could withstand two more strikes.
End this quickly!
Once he'd made up his mind, he suddenly rose to his feet and burst into wild laughter, looking nearly crazed as a flush crept across his face.
"Hahahaha!!"
The sword canon he cultivated was the Lin Family's ancestral