Immortal Fairies Always Have Designs on Me-Chapter 54 - 46 Master merely made a slight move...

Fu Lin had never seen Lu Jin’an in person before, but he had heard of the famously renowned Lu Jin’an.

A Human Clan member’s name could spread among the Dragon Clan not just because Lu Jin’an is the youngest Tongsheng Realm in the history of the Human Clan, but also because his sect, Wandao Sect, is a powerful sect known for slaying Dragon Emperors.

The Chief Disciple of such a powerful sect must not be underestimated.

Because it is a disgrace to the Dragon Clan.

So Fu Lin knew of Lu Jin’an, knew that this average-bodied Human Clan member was not only skilled in higher Rule Powers that few understood but also in Swordsmanship.

It’s just that not many knew how strong his Swordsmanship was, because even just a Space Rule was enough to suppress countless powerful peers.

Now, facing Lu Jin’an’s long sword, Fu Lin had only one feeling.

Fast!

Very fast!

So fast that it was hard to see!

And even impossible to dodge!

So fast that his brow felt the sting, and by instinct, Fu Lin raised his crossed hands to block the long sword’s blade.

With the powerful physique of the Dragon Clan, he tightly used his arms to block the Sword Qi and the sword blade.

The Sword Qi tore his skin, golden Dragon Blood stained the sword, and even more dripped onto the ground.

The Human Clan’s physique is naturally inferior to the Demon Clan’s, especially in this era.

So the Human Clan’s secret to confronting demon beasts lies in two things: skill and weapon.

Skill encompasses a series of techniques, including using one’s brain; a weapon is the tool in one’s hand.

Immortal Artifacts, Holy Artifacts, Spiritual Artifacts, Magic Artifacts... relying on these weapons that can synergize with one’s Spiritual Power to perform 1+1>2 strength, the demon beasts’ defense would no longer be impenetrable.

In this era where Body Refinement yields little result, only the older generation of Body Cultivators dare to grapple with demon beasts, while the new generation of cultivators would be akin to seeking death if they gave up their advantages to grapple with demon beasts.

So when Fu Lin ambushed Lu Jin’an, Lu Jin’an’s first thought was to draw his sword, even if forced to use the sword to block and get injured in the grapple, he must pull out Netherworld Validation.

Although his Sword Dao cultivation reached the ’Mirror Water’ level, meaning ’hand without a sword, but the sword is in the heart’, facing a Unity Realm Stage Demon Monarch, just Sword Qi alone would find it difficult to break through the seemingly arrogant yet solid defense of this Demon Monarch.

Especially considering the opponent was a Dragon Monarch born of the strongest Dragon Clan in the Demon Clan.

The realm gap and physique gap could only be overcome by combining Netherworld Validation with Sword Qi to break the opponent’s defense.

Once the defense is broken, everything will be much easier.

Netherworld Validation, halted by Fu Lin’s crossed arms, Lu Jin’an did not hesitate to twist his wrist, and with a horizontal sword blade, tore off some flesh from Fu Lin’s forearms.

Within the Sword Qi, Death Qi entwined, stealthily.

Howling from the pain of his flesh being slashed away, Fu Lin growled, using more force to confront the sword blade, halting the long sword’s advance with his arms.

If he let go of Lu Jin’an’s sword at this moment, his head would be in jeopardy.

Golden Demon Energy surged to the sky accompanied by waves of dragon roars, layers upon layers spread directly like mountaintops, countless dragon heads charged towards Lu Jin’an from all directions, enclosing him densely.

The sky was overcast, Ghost City’s yin energy swirled, and amongst the oppressive atmosphere, it seemed as if a heavy rain was imminent.

Lu Jin’an’s eyelids lowered slightly, as if ignoring the multitude of dragon heads, he tightly gripped the sword hilt with one hand, while his bloodstained left hand, in a seemingly slow but actually fast motion, used a sword finger to stroke across the blood-marked blade of Netherworld Validation.

Sword sounds arose, Spiritual Energy transformed into Sword Qi and coalesced into a finger!

Zzzzz——

The Sword Qi sang softly and burst forth.

Thunder resonated across the sky.

The layers constructed by Fu Lin were torn apart by the expanding lightning, the thunderous sword light cleaved the mountains, causing layers upon layers to collapse.

The sword arose like dragons and snakes, 风雷气萧.

Specks of dragon-snake Sword Qi rushed along Netherworld Validation towards the wound on Fu Lin’s arm, causing his face to change drastically.

His physique wasn’t afraid of the Sword Qi at the ’Mirror Water’ level in the Tongsheng Realm Stage, but his wound was!

Fu Lin knew very well how lethal Human Clan’s Sword Qi could be once it breached the demon beasts’ physical defense!

Especially the sharpness of the long sword in Lu Jin’an’s hand, comparable to an Immortal Sword... does it look like Netherworld Validation, but isn’t Netherworld Validation a short sword?

Fu Lin didn’t think much further.

"Ha!"

Without any hesitation, Fu Lin’s blue veins bulged like coiled dragons, golden Demon Energy surged even more as he withdrew, simultaneously kicking towards Lu Jin’an’s abdomen with one foot.

Though the sword blade of Netherworld Validation penetrated deeper into the flesh, it didn’t matter to Fu Lin anymore, he needed to break free from Lu Jin’an’s extremely fast sword, otherwise he couldn’t launch a counterattack.

He retreated, Lu Jin’an advanced.

Even though he forcefully took a kick from Fu Lin, causing his internal organs to churn, his expression didn’t change color, and his figure didn’t come to a halt.

Once a Unity Realm Stage Dragon Monarch begins a counterattack, it’s by no means easy to end the fight quickly.

Thus, once gaining the upper hand, one must pursue relentlessly.

Until——

Fu Lin’s arms tightly gripping Netherworld Validation suddenly slackened, and the sinister Death Qi swept from his wounds, erasing some of the vitality from his arms.

Death Rule?

Fu Lin’s face changed again. Lu Jin’an knew this rule as well? He’d never heard!

Lu Jin’an couldn’t care less about what Fu Lin was thinking. Now, finally waiting for the Death Qi hidden in the Sword Qi to break through his defense, with an instant deft maneuver of his wrist, Netherworld Validation swiped Fu Lin’s arms aside with all his might, reigniting the Space Rule.

The distance closed again, he continuously swung his sword, sword light sparkled like myriad falling petals, growing brighter and descending like a torrential downpour.

Golden blood flew, and while Fu Lin raged, panic started to swell in his heart.

Half of Lu Jin’an’s sword attacks targeted the wounds on his arms, preventing him from dispelling the Death Qi, and continually exacerbating its erosion.

The other half exclusively targeted his undefended chest.

Despite the thick Demon Energy and the robust physique, every sword from Lu Jin’an stabbed at the exact same spot, without exception.

With Space Rule as an aid, his sword was faster than Fu Lin’s Demon Energy defense!

Over time, even a steady drip can wear away rock, let alone Sword Qi!

Fu Lin, who could only passively retreat and defend, stared hard at Lu Jin’an, attempting to spot a flaw under such exhaustion of his Spiritual Power, but this man’s sword was chaos-free... hmm?

The sword stopped?

Just as this thought rose in Fu Lin’s mind, an inexplicable terror surged from within his heart, uncontrollably.

Lu Jin’an’s retracted wrist paused momentarily, then thrust forth again, Netherworld Validation entering the space vortex and emerging from it.

In an instant, all the previously released Sword Qi merged into one in the air, converging at the sword’s tip!

One sword severed the Dragon Monarch’s Demon Energy.

One sword with a mountain-cleaving, river-slashing momentum.

Swish!

The ancient sword gleamed dully, despite having a history of ten thousand years, its sword light could still encompass the sun and moon!

"Wait..." Fu Lin’s face turned ashen to ghastly pale: "Jun Bingquan, save me!!!"

Jun Bingquan naturally didn’t want to save him, but he had to, taking a step, the might of the Dragon Emperor was sufficient to suppress Lu Jin’an without harming this Chief Disciple of the Wandao Sect.

"Lu..."

As Jun Bingquan’s right foot landed from his step, in the next second, he suddenly felt his knee soften, his face changed dramatically as he knelt on one knee.

In his view, black feathers fluttered gently, like moons falling and stars sinking.

Behind the black feathers, Netherworld Validation pierced Fu Lin’s chest.

"Minor squabbles among young people, there’s no need for adults to intervene, wouldn’t you say?"

Pei Wanyu’s voice was lighter than the black feathers but heavier than mountains.

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