Neither of them had truly made a move.
Yet their sharp clash of wills had already condensed fine ice crystals in the air, only for another Sword Intent, its edge soaring skyward, to shatter them.
With Lin Chen and Ling Jianxin at the center,
Sword Qi ravaged everything within a hundred yards, its pressure bearing down in all directions.
"I have cultivated the sword for fifty-five years and defeated twenty-six sword cultivators of my own realm." Ling Jianxin slowly raised her sword, pointing its tip at Lin Chen from afar. "Today, Fellow Daoist Lin will be the twenty-seventh."
Lin Chen smiled faintly. He drew the Starshatter Sword, and lightning glimmered along its blade.
"Please."
Lin Chen spoke.
Their gazes met. There was no killing intent in their eyes, only fierce eagerness for battle.
The next instant, they moved together.
Ling Jianxin took one step and appeared in midair, the Frost Moon Sword tracing a cold arc.
Before her sword arrived, a chill had enveloped everything within ten yards, coating the ground in thick frost.
Ice Soul: Frostblossom Slash!
Her sword descended, and its light split apart.
One became two, then two became four. Four bone-chilling streams of frost Sword Qi sealed off every side of Lin Chen.
This was the opening move of the Ice Soul Sword Art. It looked simple, but the four sword shadows shifted between real and illusory, able to exchange places at any moment and catch an opponent off guard.
Faced with it, Lin Chen advanced instead of retreating.
He raised the Starshatter Sword. With one stroke, Flowing Cloud arose, clouds unfurling and coiling in endless variations.
Thud, thud, thud, thud!
Four muffled impacts sounded in succession. The four streams of frost Sword Qi sank into the clouds and vanished without a trace.
"It would be