Chapter 12 - Flowing Wind Swordplay (1/2)

His voice was low, but had kind of overwhelming power.

He didn’t say outer disciple Lin Yun, but Sword Slave Lin Yun.

So this fight was not for himself, but for the original owner’s tenderness and his last pride.

Chen Xiao laughed and said, “Good, that’s decent. I don’t think I have an excuse to turn you down.”

With a smile on his face and the homicidal intent in the heart, Chen was thinking about the words Zhou Yun said to him, “I give you three Body Refining Elixirs and you help me give Lin Yun a good beating. I will bear all the consequences.”

When Lin Yun “destroyed” his sword in Hengyun Mountains, Chen Xiao already meant to kill Lin. When Chen was upset for not having an excuse, Zhou Yun came to him.

He agreed immediately without any hesitation.

They were at swords’ points. The air was frozen. All outer disciples consciously scattered around, to make a big space for the two of them to fight.

Lin suddenly squinted, with the momentum immediately spreading out of his body.

Boom!

The momentum of the fourth level of Martial Practice, together with the strong inner power of his Pure Yang martial art, shocked everyone.

“Fourth level of Martial Practice?”

“Seriously? That sword slave just achieved the third level a few days ago, and now already the fourth level?

“It’s unbelievable! No wonder he dare challenge Senior Chen.”

Everyone there was surprised to see Lin Yun’s achievements.

With a little surprise flashing in his eyes, Chen Xiao said in a low voice, “You crafty sword slave! You hid your strength so well. But if you think you can win this way, you are really too naïve.”

Before his voice died away, the momentum of fourth level of Martial Practice also burst out from Chen Xiao’s body. Compared with Lin Yun’s, it was more concentrated and thicker.

According to the rule, Chen Xiao had to restrict his cultivation at the fourth level. But his momentum was obviously superior.

The difference was obvious.

“This is not good. Lin Yun just achieved the third level, while Senior Chen is already proficient at the fourth level. I’m afraid Lin will lose quickly.”

“Exactly. After all Senior Chen has reached the limit of the fifth level. Chen has a much better understanding of the fourth level than Lin.”

“What’s more important is, Senior Chen’s Wild Thunder Swordplay is a superior swordplay.”

“I’m afraid Lin will lose in a few moves.”

Shocked at first, now most outer disciples shook their heads and thought this was a fight with no suspense.

One was well prepared, while the other was forced; one was a sword slave, while the other was a senior outer disciple. That was too obvious.

“Lin Yun, you’d better give up now. Don’t try to be a hero. If you get your kneels down later, Su Ziyao will see it,” someone mocked Lin and advised him to give up.

Chen Xiao laughed and said, “Little sword slave, did you hear that? If you admit defeat now and do as what I told you, everything between us will be written off.”

“Senior, don’t you think you talk too much?” said Lin Yun gently, looking calm.

Those plain words, simple and neat, were like a slap across Chen Xiao’s face.

“You nasty sword slave! How dare you talk to me like that?” Chen Xiao said angrily. “See if you can still be so stubborn later!”

He already couldn’t wait to kill Lin. In an instant, he already jumped at him!

Clank!

Chen Xiao pulled out his sword. Buzz! His sword kept ringing, like the thunder. One person, one sword, up in the air. He was like a thunderbolt, trying to chop Lin Yun over his head.

Wild Thunder Swordplay was a kind of superior martial art!

Once the sword was pulled out, all outer disciples there got amazed.

Wild Thunder Swordplay was famous for its rampage and ruthlessness. The sword would make thunder-like noises when pulled out. And once it was brandished, someone would die.

Seeing the shining cold light of the sword, everyone could imagine the scene how Lin Yun would die.

In an instant, a wild wind was blowing. It was like nothing could stop Chen Xiao!

Under such immense pressure, Lin Yun looked like nothing was happening.

What other feelings could he have?

Could it be comparable to that fierce tiger that could directly jump into one’s heart in the scroll painting?

What was more, the chop that amazed the crowd was nothing special to Lin.

Such a superior swordplay that Chen had just learnt had too many loopholes. But if Chen Xiao used a medium swordplay he was familiar with, it might be more threatening to Lin.

That chop might badly injure or even kill a disciple on the fifth level of Martial Practice.

But for Lin Yun, it might not work!

With the crowd exclaiming, facing that deadly cut, Lin Yun closed his eyes peacefully.

Gathering Water to Form a Stream Flowing like Wind…