A clear trace of astonishment appeared in the white-masked figure's eyes. He dodged with incredible speed. Lin Yun's sword qi crashed down from above like a great river. The black-masked minions behind, who were not prepared, screamed as they were turned into meat paste by the sword qi.
The Cold Flame Sword combined with the Great River Sword Art. The power was indeed immense, but the drain on Lin Yun was also particularly huge.
"Heh, I didn't think a kid like you would have more tricks up your sleeve. A decent sword art, but unfortunately, its movements are too wide and open. The attack speed is too slow. You are destined to be no match for me."
The white-masked figure was extremely fast. The moment Lin Yun's sword slash came out, he had already dodged it. At the same time, his figure charged forward once again.
So fast.
Lin Yun couldn't help but marvel. The strength of the Red Ghost Sect's white-masked figures should all be above the Yuan Sea Realm.
Clang!
The Cold Flame Sword blocked in front of his chest. Although the white-masked figure's knuckle dusters struck down, they failed to injure Lin Yun, instead sending his entire body flying backward.
As he flew back, Lin Yun bit his tongue to keep himself clear-headed. He then once again executed the Great River Sword Art. The white-masked figure, who had been about to pursue, was forced to pause his advance. This sword strike passed almost right against his body, and the terrifying sword qi inflicted a minor injury on him.
This did not make him afraid; on the contrary, it made him even more excited.
"Interesting. A mere Nascent Yuan Realm cultivator can actually push me to this extent. Myriad Ghostly Shadows!"
The white-masked figure roared, and in an instant, he transformed into countless shadows that rushed toward Lin Yun. Each and every shadow seemed real, and they came with overwhelming momentum.
"You brat. Although your sword art is strong, you cannot execute it quickly. Faced with the attacks of so many strong enemies at once, how will you respond?"
The white-masked figure seemed to have grasped Lin Yun's weakness. Several figures closed in at the same time.
The moment the knuckle dusters were about to land, the white-masked figure saw the corner of Lin Yun's mouth curve upward. His heart sank.
Lin Yun had known from the beginning that his Great River Sword Art would have a hard time hitting the white-masked figure. As long as the opponent was on guard, it was very difficult. Therefore, the reason Lin Yun continued to use the Great River Sword Art after the first time was naturally not to hit him, but to force him to get closer.
Just as the white-masked figure thought he had dodged the Great River Sword Art and could once again repeat his move to seriously injure Lin Yun, a sudden change occurred.
A green light erupted from Lin Yun's body, and even his pupils turned green. At this moment, the white-masked figure could no longer control his momentum and crashed straight into it.
Swish, swish, swish!
Countless sword qis burst forth from Lin Yun's body, like a storm of green bamboo swords. The white-masked figure wanted to cut them down with his knuckle dusters, but when he swung them, he found that they would melt the moment they touched the edge of the sword qi.
What's going on?
The white-masked figure's eyes widened, but it was already too late.
Lin Yun closed his eyes, completely immersed in his sword intent. This was the first time he had felt the emotions of the Cold Flame Sword. It was like a treasured sword, sealed for many years, finally unsheathed, cheering for joy.
Behind the white-masked figure were dozens of black-masked minions. They were fearless in the face of death, but this time, facing the majestic rain of sword qi, they all turned and fled. It was too terrifying.
BOOM!
BOOM!
Wherever the sword qi landed, a deep crater would explode into existence. The clones that the white-masked figure had created were useless in the face of Lin Yun's sword qi and were annihilated in an instant. The remaining original body stared in astonishment at the few sword qis flying toward him and could only summon a bronze mirror artifact to try and block them.
The bronze mirror released a gentle golden light, barely resisting a few of the sword qis. But the white-masked figure let out a muffled grunt, his hands trembling. What powerful sword qi. This kid is clearly only in the Nascent Yuan Realm. Why is his attainment in the sword dao so terrifying?
Sword cultivators were different from ordinary cultivators. The stronger their sword intent, the more terrifying the sword moves they executed. And Lin Yun's sword intent was as if it had been tempered a thousand times over, so the same moves became killing blows in his hands.
"Cough cough, kid, how much longer can you last?" The white-masked figure's arms trembled as he desperately held the bronze mirror, blocking Lin Yun's assault. "This sword move is indeed powerful. I underestimated you before," he said through gritted teeth.
An ordinary sword cultivator at Lin Yun's level would be lucky to know one sword art. Lin Yun, on the other hand, knew three, and each was stronger than the last. But while the strongest, the Azure Origin Sword Art, was extremely destructive, its drain on the user must also be enormous. The white-masked figure was certain that Lin Yun couldn't last much longer.
"Huang She, what are you waiting for?"
The moment the white-masked figure finished speaking, the other white-masked figure suddenly appeared behind Lin Yun. A whip lashed out.
Lin Yun's pupils contracted. The Cold Flame Sword shot out of his hand, and a red and blue sword light enveloped his body. The whip struck Lin Yun's body, instantly dimming the Cold Flame Sword's brilliant light. Lin Yun took the opportunity to use the "Void-Rushing Ghostly Art" to escape the whip's attack range. Although he was fast, his right ankle was still grazed by the whip. The burning pain almost made him fall to the ground, and he stumbled forward a few meters before stabilizing himself.
"Xu Qing, if you do that again, I'll kill you," Huang She said impatiently. If he had been a bit more prepared, Lin Yun would surely be dead.
Xu Qing gave a dry laugh. "This kid is tricky. Let's take him on together. After we get rid of him, we can go inside."
Huang She nodded. With his help, Xu Qing was clearly much more relaxed.
Lin Yun let out a long breath. He wasn't an idiot; he certainly understood that the enemies he was facing this time were not simple. One-on-one, he still had a fighting chance. One-on-two, especially while injured and exhausted, was impossible.
Lin Yun was no longer looking for a fight. He endured the pain and prepared to flee.
"You brat, still trying to run? Do you think you can make it?" Xu Qing laughed, following closely behind.
Huang She hesitated for a moment but also followed.
Lin Yun hadn't despaired yet. He still had the trump card Hongxiu had given him. Do I really have to use it here? He glanced at his panel; there was no change. He might get seriously injured here, but he probably wouldn't die, right? This thought strengthened his resolve. No matter what, he had to escape. He couldn't afford to linger in battle.
Xu Qing pursued him relentlessly. The two of them soon entered the Chen family compound.
By now, the interior of the compound had also been breached by the Red Ghost Sect. Screams were everywhere, and rivers of blood flowed. It was a complete human tragedy. The people of the Red Ghost Sect showed no mercy. Wherever they went, all cultivators were killed without exception. Some of the Chen family members were killed, while others were dragged aside and violated.
Lin Yun wanted to help but could only be driven deeper into the Chen family's inner courtyard. With the arrival of the Flowing Cloud Sect's reinforcements, the Red Ghost Sect had finally gone into a frenzy.