Chapter 311: You Can Pick Any of These People (3)

Translator: Atlas Studios  Editor: Atlas Studios

“You’re the one I want to challenge the most.”

Battle intent rose in his eyes, as if it was about to seep out.

“Mr. Mo Yuan’s Ancestral Return of 10,000 Swords dominated the Eastern Sea. We sword cultivators respect you.

“He’s willing to pa.s.s down the Ancestral Return of 10,000 Swords Technique, but he won’t take in any disciples.”

As Luo Dongyang spoke, the Eastern Sea sword cultivators behind him all stared at Han Muye with battle intent in their eyes.

“Immortal Han, I’m very curious. How did you become Mr. Mo Yuan’s only disciple?

“Your reputation as an immortal has some standards.”

With that, sword light rose.

w.a.n.g Dang thrusted his sword at Han Muye.

The water dragon beside him let out a long cry and pounced at Han Muye.

“How dare you!” At the entrance of the Sword Sect, an Elder shouted, but before he could attack, he stopped.

Behind w.a.n.g Dang, a sharp sword light flashed on the black-bearded old man’s body, leaving a long mark in front of the light shield of the Sword Sect’s protective array.

“Stop!” Many disciples of the Sword Sect wanted to fly over to block w.a.n.g Dang’s water dragon sword intent, but they felt a heavy weight on their shoulders.

This was the pressure of a Heaven Realm expert.

A great cultivator of the Eastern Sea Heaven Realm blocked the way and wanted to embarra.s.s the Nine Mystic Sword Sect!

“No!” Yang Shao’s eyes widened. Xu Ying, who was beside him, covered her mouth.

Han Muye was known for his Sword Dao but everyone in the Western Frontier knew that he had lost his cultivation.

Could a mortal who had lost his cultivation withstand w.a.n.g Dang’s dragon-like sword?

Looking at the incoming water dragon, Han Muye shook his head, his expression unchanged.

He didn’t attack.

There was no need.

Lin Shen took a step forward and stood in front of the water dragon.

“Go away.”

“Boom—”

With a low shout, the water dragon exploded and turned into surging clouds.

w.a.n.g Dang, who had attacked, turned pale and retreated.

His sword intent was broken, and his mind was shaken. The sword Qi all over his body dissipated, and his meridians were almost injured.

With a shout that broke the water dragon’s sword intent, Lin Shen took another step.

An extremely solemn sword intent rose.

w.a.n.g Dang, who originally wanted to attack, changed his expression and retreated again.

The black-bearded old man who had been standing behind him narrowed his eyes and flashed in front of w.a.n.g Dang. Then he raised his hand, and a sword light turned into a wave.

The moment the wave appeared, Lin Shen had drawn his sword.

Draw a million swords and shatter a mountain!

Holding the hilt of his sword, Lin Shen instantly seemed to have turned into a G.o.d. A power as condensed as a mountain exploded.

This strike was fast.

This strike was fierce.

This sword was in his hand and in his heart!

With a sword in his heart, the mountains and rivers could be destroyed!

“Boom—”

The sword light slashed at the waves summoned by the black-bearded old man.

This strike made the black-bearded old man’s expression darken.

The waves were torn apart by the sword light!

The sword move of a Heaven Realm cultivator could not withstand this strike!

The black-bearded old man raised his hand and slashed again.

A second wave surged.

“Whoosh—”

The water was bright and the waves rolled.

Layers of fine patterns wrapped around the slashing sword.

The sword light was entangled.

Lin Shen’s sword light was concealed in the second wave and disappeared.

Instructor Lin of the Sword Pavilion is actually so powerful!

Outside the mountain gate, the disciples of the Sword Sect looked at Lin Shen in shock.

When that sword strike appeared just now, the mountains and rivers shook, causing one’s soul to lose control. Even a half-step Heaven Realm cultivator would not be able to do so, right?

How strong was Instructor Lin?

What kind of opportunity did the Sword Pavilion have?

The black-bearded old man looked at Lin Shen, who had returned his sword to its sheath, and said in a low voice, “You’re interfering in a compet.i.tion between junior disciples. I’m afraid you’ve lost your status, right?”

Even a half-step Heaven Realm expert would be embarra.s.sed if he was caught off guard.

With such a Sword Dao, it was definitely impossible for him to not have cultivated for 200 years.

In the cultivation world, the default age of the disciples of the younger generation was under 100 years old.

As a senior expert, Lin Shen attacked w.a.n.g Dang. He completely disregarded the reputation of the Nine Mystic Sword Sect.

A dazzling sword light surrounded the black-bearded old man’s body, and his eyes emitted a terrifying halo.

Lin Shen stood there, his aura like an abyss.

“Ahem.” Han Muye, who was standing at the back, coughed lightly and said, “Senior, Instructor Lin is the Sword Pavilion’s sword protector.

“He’s not even 40 this year.”

He was not even 40, but he already had such combat strength!

The disciples of the Tang Mountain Sword Sect widened their eyes.

The corners of the mouths of many disciples of the Nine Mystic Sword Sect twitched.

Most of the inner and outer sect disciples were older than Instructor Lin.

This guy had been an instructor in the outer sect for a long time and they thought that he was an old man in the sect.

So he was a young man.

The black-bearded old man was stunned and stared at Lin Shen.

A person’s age was not a secret in front of a great cultivator.

His blood Qi and lifespan could be sensed at a glance.

“Really…” A trace of shock appeared on the black-bearded old man’s face. Then he said in a low voice with a complicated expression, “The Nine Mystic Sword Sect of the Western Frontier is indeed filled with hidden talents.”

He turned around and looked at w.a.n.g Dang behind him. “w.a.n.g Dang, you’re no match for this Little Fellow Daoist Lin.

“Even the number one inner sect disciple of my Tang Mountain Sword Sect, Gu Yuanlong, might not be able to defeat this person.”

Hearing his words, a trace of disappointment flashed across w.a.n.g Dang’s face. He nodded and cupped his hands at Lin Shen. Just as he was about to speak, Han Muye’s voice sounded again.

“Although Instructor Lin is from the younger generation, he has another fortuitous encounter. His combat strength and cultivation have surpa.s.sed his peers.

“It’s unfair for him to win against the younger generation with his combat strength.”

What does that mean?

Everyone looked at Han Muye.

The sect elders frowned.

The combat strength of Lin Shen’s sword earlier was unimaginable.

Such a strike surpa.s.sed most of the elders of the Sword Sect.

This sword also suppressed the people of the Eastern Sea.

With this sword, he won the challenge. Today’s ending was considered perfect.

But why did Han Muye say that this round was an unfair victory?

Lin Shen had won unfairly. In the Nine Mystic Sword Sect, who else among the younger generation could defeat the challenger of the Eastern Sea?

Han Muye looked past Lin Shen and the black-bearded old man at w.a.n.g Dang.

“You want to challenge me, right?”

w.a.n.g Dang was slightly stunned. Then he nodded and said, “That’s right.”

“You’re confident that the Eastern Sea Sword Technique is stronger than the Western Frontier, right?” Han Muye said again.

w.a.n.g Dang glanced at Lin Shen and nodded.

This one didn’t count.

Again.

Taking a deep breath, w.a.n.g Dang looked at Han Muye. “If Immortal Han is willing to teach me—”

At this point, he said loudly, “Even if you suppress your cultivation, you can fight with your sword techniques.”

Didn’t Han Muye lose his cultivation? Then let’s not compare cultivation, but sword techniques, he thought.

Han Muye wasn’t the only one.

In terms of sword techniques alone, w.a.n.g Dang was not afraid of the Sword Pavilion’s sword protector.

Hearing w.a.n.g Dang’s words, Han Muye shook his head. “It’s unfair for me to win against you.”

w.a.n.g Dang was stunned, and his expression changed. Han Muye spoke again, “My Nine Mystic Sword Sect has five lineages. Any of them can take up your challenge.”

“They have no problem beating you.”

With that, Han Muye pointed at the disciples of the Nine Mystic Sword Sect standing outside the mountain gate. “You can pick any of these people.

“In terms of sword techniques, if you win a challenge, the victory is yours today.”