To kill a Vajra Realm martial expert, one had to use their brains on the premise that their cultivation was inferior to the other party. As for the excuse of playing dirty tricks and scheming…
Lin Xuan did not care at all. The strong preyed on the weak and were suitable for survival. In the martial world, only those who survived were the winners.
It didn't matter if you were a gentleman or a noble when you were alive. As long as you lost your life, you would still be a pile of bones.
Originally, this Soft Palm Stacking Technique was prepared for Buddhist disciples. Who knew that he would use this black-robed man to test it out first?
The black-robed man's Vajra Realm was slightly exaggerated. At least, that was what he thought.
However, he was too old and had already begun to decline. His Vitality was declining.
On the other hand, the Vajra Realm itself was to temper the physique and temper one's blood essence. After cultivating the Vajra Body, one would have the strength to tear apart tigers and leopards.
With his blood essence declining, his Diamond Body naturally shrank as well.
In terms of Vajra Realm, the strongest ones should still be the monks of the Buddhist Sect.
Once a Buddhist monk entered the Vajra Realm, there were almost no opponents in the same realm. Their physiques were like dragons and elephants.
The strongest among the three Grandmasters depended on the person.
Each of the three religions cultivated a realm. Buddhist Vajra, Taoist Finger Mystic, and Confucian Celestial Phenomenon. The cultivators of the three religions all had to cultivate the major and minor realms of each realm.
Many martial artists in the pugilistic world only cultivated enough small realms before starting to break through.
Take Lin Xuan's master, Wudang Sect's sect master, Wang Zhonglou, as an example. He cultivated the Yellow Court Scripture and immersed himself in Finger Profound for many years, but who dared to underestimate him?
He alone held up the face of Wudang.
This black-robed man should only be at the Lesser Vajra Realm. His Vajra Body was far inferior to the Vajra Realm of the Buddhist Sect.
However, at the very least, it confirmed Lin Xuan's thoughts. Using the Soft Palm to stack palm force could indeed break the defense of a Vajra Realm martial artist.
This was only the Fourth Drive. If he were to use the Sixth, Eighth, or Ninth Drive, how powerful would the Soft Palm be?
Perhaps this palm technique could become his trump card in the future, and he could kill Vajra Realm martial artists.
The sword drawing technique was in the light, and the soft palm was in the dark. It was a sinister and cunning attack.
Putting away his thoughts, the young Taoist priest stared at the black-robed man as if he was looking at his prey.
Being sized up by that pair of eyes, the latter felt an inexplicable chill from the bottom of his heart. He had thought that he would be killed easily.
He never thought that he would fail miserably and be tricked by the Wudang Taoist priest. His internal organs were injured and many of his ribs were broken.
Looking at the appearance of that stinky Taoist priest, he was full of energy and did not show any signs of weakness at all. At this time, let alone going to Wudang Sect to behead Xu Rentu.
It was unknown whether he would be able to leave Wudang alive.
After some calculations, he immediately had the intention to retreat. Unfortunately, he wanted to leave, but Lin Xuan did not want him to leave.
"I've practiced martial arts for many years. Tonight, I'll use your Vajra Realm blood to sharpen my sword.”
Lin Xuan roared and activated the true qi in his dantian. It surged endlessly, and his roar shook the mountains and spread throughout the entire Wudang Sect for a long time.
A vast surge of Pure Yang Qi erupted and poured into the Lightning-Condensing Sword. Instantly, the sword hummed through the air.
Shattering the flying snow and tearing the cold wind apart, the sword aura broke out of the body, making people's hearts skip a beat.
Within a radius of several hundred feet, it was enveloped by this aura pressure.
Halfway up the mountain, the Wudang Sect members who were rushing down heard the whistle and could not help but quicken their pace.
Mu Huanhuan and Xu Weixiong, in particular, activated their inner strength and Qinggong. They walked swiftly towards the mountain gate.
"Xuan 'er's sword aura is actually so powerful.”
Uncle-Master Song, who was in charge of refining pills, sensed Lin Xuan's powerful aura and finally heaved a sigh of relief.
Mountain Gate
"Old thing, Wudang Mountain will be your burial ground tonight.”
The Daoist priest spoke and stepped out, leaving behind afterimages. In an instant, he appeared in front of the black-robed man.
He used the Sword Drawing Technique and slashed out. A cold light bloomed and sword qi swept across.
this sword
Sharp to the extreme
Overbearing to the extreme
instantly
The haggard black-robed old man felt as if he had fallen into an ice cave. He had never thought that he, a dignified Vajra Realm martial artist, would be forced into a desperate situation by a young man with only Connate Cultivation.
If he was at his peak, the old man believed that he could take this sword. However, he was injured both inside and outside, and his five internal organs were shattered.
Most importantly, the young Daoist had been hiding his strength all this while. He had only used many of his killing moves and trump cards now, completely catching the black-robed old man off guard.
"How could Wudang Sect have such a treacherous disciple like you?”
The old man cursed angrily.
However, his hands did not stop moving. He mobilized the remaining true qi in his body and injected it into his palm. There was no way to retreat.
He couldn't take it head-on, and there was no way to resolve it. He could only take the unconventional path and fight with his life.
If he could use this method to scare off the other party, it would be best to take the opportunity to retreat.
Even if he died, the black-robed old man would heavily injure him and not let him off easily.
He gathered his Genuine Qi on his right thumb, and instead of retreating, he charged toward the sword light.
There was only madness and bloodlust in his eyes.
"You want to die together?"
"Then let's try." Lin Xuan said.
At this moment, whoever was timid would miss the opportunity.
He activated his Genuine Qi, and his speed soared. The sword vibrated, and he stepped on the snow.
"Die."
With his eyes wide open, the long sword easily broke through the black-robed old man's protective True Qi and cut his throat.
At the same time, the black-robed old man's thumb pointed at Lin Xuan's heart. The force of his finger tore through the air silently.
"Puchi!"
At the last moment, Lin Xuan moved to the side a little and mobilized a large amount of true qi to his heart, turning it into protective true qi.
"Puchi!"
The true energy shattered, but the force of the finger force was also greatly weakened, but it still entered his body.
"Puchi!"
Blood splattered as the finger force pierced through his shoulder, leaving a thumb-sized hole.
"Boom!"
Lin Xuan's body flew out and landed 30 feet away. The black-robed old man fell into the stream and smashed into a splash.
After struggling for a while, his eyes widened, and the spirit in his pupils quickly dissipated. After a few breaths, he was dead.
A dignified Vajra Realm martial artist died at the foot of Wudang Mountain just like that, under the sword of the mountain guard disciple called Lin Xuan.
Hot blood flowed out of the wound and dyed the stream red.
The black-robed old man did not manage to cross the Wudang stele even after his death.
At the foot of the mountain, flames soared into the sky as the battle continued.
"Ahem."
Lin Xuan wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and cursed,"If this old thing doesn't die soon, I'll be the first to collapse.”
Two figures came down from the path and landed at the foot of the mountain. The original pavilion had long disappeared and turned into ruins.
All the plants and rocks were razed to the ground.
"Little Junior Brother?"
Third Senior Sister Mu Huanhuan shouted.
"Stinky Taoist priest."
Xu Weixiong held his sword and saw the blood on the ground. His heart turned cold.
"Here."
Who would have thought that a familiar voice would appear in the next moment. The two of them followed the voice and looked for it.
Suddenly, a bloody and hideous head popped out from the broken bridge.
"Ah!"
Mu Huanhuan was shocked and pulled out her long sword. Xu Weixiong pulled out his sword even faster.
The two swords slashed at the black-robed old man's head, and blood splattered everywhere.
"Stop slashing. He's already dead."
Lin Xuan shouted at the bottom of the stream.
It had to be said that this black-robed old man was also unlucky. It was fine if he was killed by Lin Xuan with one strike, but after he died, he was even stabbed twice.
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