Ling Tian Sword God

Chapter 1202: Chapter 1201: A Display of Skill

”Brother Ling Chen, Beigong Lan’s strength is not to be underestimated. Be extra cautious.”

Sima Xiaoyao clutched his chest, where an evident sword hole was the mark left by Beigong Lan just moments ago.

This person’s swordsmanship is elusive and can be called a genius of the Sword Way. Even Ling Chen may not necessarily be a match for him.

”If one can’t even defeat this mere Destiny Swordsman, then there’s no qualification to duel with me.”

Peerless Sword sat loftily on the Heavenly Pride seat, gazing down at everything. Although Beigong Lan was indeed formidable, he didn’t regard him highly. If Ling Chen were to lose to Beigong Lan, then there would be no need for the battle between him and Ling Chen.

So his opponent was only one left.

Peerless Sword’s gaze shifted to Wei Wuxian, who was seated not far away.

This fellow, who might very well become the Sword Devil, was his true rival.

However, Wei Wuxian seemed oblivious to Peerless Sword’s gaze; his focus remained firmly on Ling Chen.

Central area of the venue.

”Ling Chen, is it? I’ve heard you were once the champion of the Heavenly Sword Tournament, which is quite impressive. However, this is the territory of the Nine Streams Tournament, and your most prized strength counts for nothing here.”

Beigong Lan looked at Ling Chen with indifferent eyes.

”No need for much talk, just make your move.”

Without even drawing his sword, Ling Chen motioned with his hand, signaling Beigong Lan to attack.

”Arrogant!”

Beigong Lan’s eyes suddenly darkened. He initially intended to teach Ling Chen a lesson as a senior, but the latter showed no attitude befitting a junior, ignorant of propriety, extremely arrogant.

With a ”clang”, Beigong Lan’s Treasure Sword suddenly unsheathed, bringing forth a determined intent to kill, slashing at Ling Chen with a single stroke.

”Life-Ending Style!”

Beigong Lan’s sword light emitted a twisted brilliance, making the entire sword seem both real and unreal. Although there was only a short distance left to Ling Chen, it gave the illusion of being kilometers away.

”This is the sword!”

Sima Xiaoyao gave a bitter smile, having been struck in the vital area by this very sword in his earlier bout with Beigong Lan. Otherwise, he wouldn’t have lost so quickly.

At this moment, Ling Chen seemed immobilized, with no reaction, causing many to sweat on his behalf. But just as the sword tip was about to pierce him, the Treasure Sword in his hand, as if guided by a Divine Stroke, automatically unsheathed, blocking the sharp sword light.

Clang!

Brilliant sparks burst forth. Although Beigong Lan’s sword was exquisite and unexpected, it didn’t harm Ling Chen in the slightest and merely grazed past his side.

”What, he actually dodged it?”

Beigong Lan’s eyes filled with surprise. He believed this sword would inevitably heavily wound Ling Chen, given the latter’s reaction was slower than anticipated. Yet, even being a beat slower, Ling Chen managed to block the sword, which was the most shocking aspect for him!

Unless Ling Chen had already seen through his sword technique from the start.

But how could that be possible?

After dodging Beigong Lan’s sword light, Ling Chen suddenly reversed his Red Sky Sword, attacking directly towards Beigong Lan’s abdomen.

Not caring about his shock, Beigong Lan retreated swiftly, and with a ”hiss”, the sword light scraped across his abdomen, creating a crack in his Protective True Qi.

Retreating dozens of meters, Beigong Lan stabilized his body. However, upon looking down, his abdomen felt icy – the clothes there had unknowingly been cut open, exposing his stomach.

This left Beigong Lan both shocked and furious. This brat’s swordsmanship was so fierce, and if he had been slightly careless earlier, wouldn’t Ling Chen have critically wounded him?

Even though he wasn’t injured now, having his clothes cut open by Ling Chen was deeply humiliating.

”Damn brat, I will make you leave horizontal!”

As a well-known young swordsman, when had Beigong Lan ever suffered such insult? His anger rose, and his entire True Qi surged, fully infusing his Long Sword.

An astonishing Sword Intent spread out, containing a formidable pressure, as if Beigong Lan truly carried the mandate of heaven, the favored one of destiny.

”Heaven’s mandate, Sword of Destiny!”

With a loud shout, Beigong Lan suddenly swung his sword down, vast Sword Intent descended alongside the sword, as if a mountain was crashing down on Ling Chen.

A certain aura locked onto Ling Chen, attempting to gain the upper hand before the sword qi could strike.

”Ling Chen, your destined defeat is already determined!”

Beigong Lan shouted thunderously from on high at Ling Chen.

”Just a mere Half-Saint, and you dare speak of destiny?”

Ling Chen’s eyes suddenly gleamed intensely, and a sword shadow burst from above his head, shooting straight towards Beigong Lan!

Wherever the sword shadow passed, Beigong Lan’s Sword Momentum tore apart like cloth, collapsing entirely.

”That is... Saint Sword Intent!”

The White Robed Swordsman exclaimed, rising from his seat, his face full of astonishment.

”Unexpectedly, Ling Chen not only cultivated the Sword Controlling Technique to a high realm, but his Sword Intent has also reached such a terrifying level.”

Initially, he was amazed by Ling Chen’s Sword Controlling Technique, but then Wei Wuxian’s released Sword Devil aura seemed superior compared to Ling Chen. Yet now, with Ling Chen once again displaying Saint Sword Intent, he forced the White Robed Swordsman to reassess him.

”This guy, did he advance his Sword Intent to such an extent ahead of me?”

Peerless Sword’s expression turned grave, sensing a strong sense of crisis.

”Saint Sword Intent, is it? Interesting.”

Wei Wuxian’s lips curled into a faint smile.

”How can a mere young generation possess Saint Sword Intent?”

The most shocked was undoubtedly Beigong Lan, closest to Ling Chen. He felt his Sword Momentum completely collapsing; the supposed heavenly intent and destiny aura utterly crumbled under Ling Chen’s absolute Saint Sword Intent dominance, retreating step by step.

”So be it with destiny, then I shall Wipe Out Heaven! With my sword, sever fate!”

With every step Ling Chen took, Beigong Lan’s momentum weakened. After five steps, Beigong Lan’s face turned pale, his prior grandeur vanished, barely sustaining himself.

Spurt!

Finally, with Ling Chen’s sixth step, Beigong Lan suddenly spat a mouthful of blood, his whole body flew backward, crashing heavily to the ground like a wounded wild goose.

”Terrifying! He vanquished the opponent with just Sword Intent!”

The many youths were all shocked, as Ling Chen defeated the Destiny Swordsman Beigong Lan without once drawing his sword, merely taking six steps, leaving everyone in disbelief.