Chapter 568: Is the Lingjian True Person Real or Fake?

Something happened in the Dadian?

Ming Jianzi, in the midst of cultivation, suddenly felt a jolt in his heart, unable to continue cultivating; no matter how he calmed his mind, he still could not cultivate.

Ming Jianzi sensed a hidden sword aura, deeply concealed; the spiritual qi of the Spirit Sword Sect was slightly disturbed by this sword aura, the movement extremely faint, so that anyone not especially familiar with the Spirit Sword Sect could not notice this subtle change.

His brows furrowed, Ming Jianzi stood up, sensed carefully, raised his right hand, and touched the sword aura in the air.

This sword aura?

After sensing it carefully, Ming Jianzi's pupils contracted, and he looked toward the Dadian.

Is it the Master's and Martial Uncle's aura? The Master and Xinran Martial Uncle are fighting in the Dadian?

Why would they fight? Still inside the Dadian? Why would Xinran Martial Uncle make a move?

What on earth happened?

Ming Jianzi could not continue cultivating; he immediately left seclusion and went to the Dadian. As he approached the Dadian, there were no disciples around, and no one sensed a change in spiritual qi. Ming Jianzi raised his head and saw the Formation enveloping the Dadian; that Formation opened, yet he was blocked outside, unable to enter.

He reached out, touched the Formation; previously he could enter, this time he could not.

His body could not enter the Dadian; even if he bore a medallion, he still could not enter.

Unable to enter, does Master not allow me to go inside?

What exactly happened to them? Why are they fighting?

They are fellow disciples; their relationship was good, this kind of thing never happened before; Master would not come into conflict with Xinran Elder, and Xinran Elder likewise would not draw swords against each other in the Dadian unless something occurred that he does not know.

Confused, Ming Jianzi was anxious, wanting to go in to see the situation and also ask them why they were fighting.

But he could not enter, thus could not know the situation.

Standing outside, pacing back and forth, unable to……enter, anxious.

Time, bit by bit, passed.

Inside the Dadian.

Lingjian Zhenren swung his sword, knocking Xinran Zhanglao's sword away; Xinran Zhanglao stared in shock at the senior brother before her, cold and ruthless, not like her former senior brother; his sword technique, or rather his sword aura, was different.

Kneeling on one knee, Xinran Zhanglao lifted her head, firmly gazing at the senior brother before her.

Blood at the corner of her mouth, she paid no heed; Xinran Zhanglao narrowed her eyes and said: 'Senior brother, I never expected you to hide so deeply; junior sister underestimated you.'

Cough cough cough.

She stood up, palms open.

Sword aura condensed, a new sword blade re-formed.

Xinran Zhanglao's heart turned ruthless; the sword blade pointed at the senior brother.

Lingjian Zhenren sneered: 'Junior sister, why bother again? You are no match for the senior brother; the sword techniques you learned are all ones the senior brother knows, while the senior brother I know, you do not.'

'You are my junior sister; if you surrender, I will treat this as if it never happened.'

'Junior sister, do not bring ruin upon yourself.'

He continued sitting in his seat, looking down from above.

He looked down on all; in his eyes, Xinran Zhanglao's resistance was no more than a slightly stronger ant's struggle.

In his eyes, he never properly looked at her.

'Hmph, dream on.'

Xinran Zhanglao harbored doubts in her heart; the senior brother before her was not her former senior brother.

He was very unfamiliar.

His aura, sword aura, or other aspects—although quite similar.

As their battle intensified, flaws gradually appeared.

Xinran Zhanglao wanted to know the truth; how could she give up halfway?

'Senior brother, my heart-sword Dao has made a breakthrough; please, senior brother, advise me a little.'

Lingjian Zhenren shook his head: 'Junior sister, you remain obstinate, ignorant and unresponsive.'

'If so, let the senior brother properly educate you.'

Lingjian Zhenren stood up, drew his sword blade.

'Xinran junior sister, you truly will not shed tears until you see the coffin; today, senior brother will let you see the gap between us.'

He made a move.

Both made a move at the same time.

Sword aura, condensed at a point.

In the next moment, their attacks collided, erupting a strong sword aura.

The entire Dadian almost faced destruction.

The Formation swayed, on the verge of collapse, about to shatter at any moment.

Lingjian Zhenren smirked contemptuously, increasing his sword aura output.

'Crack.'

Xinran Zhanglao's condensed sword blade suddenly shattered, bit by bit.

In an instant, it shattered into countless fragments, scattering across the ground.

'What!'

Xinran Zhanglao was greatly startled, her body retreated, but the senior brother's sword was already before her.

'Puchi.'

In danger, Xinran Zhanglao gritted her teeth and dodged.

Lingjian Zhenren's sword was too fast to dodge; her shoulder was pierced.

Sword aura invaded her body, disrupting her sword aura.

Lingjian Zhenren smiled faintly: "Junior sister, it seems you have regained control of your Technique again; this is not good, senior brother does not like this version of you."

"Spirit Sword Sect, having one senior brother Strong One is enough; you, wouldn't it be fine to just be troubled by the Technique?"

"Why must you do this? Wouldn't it be fine to stay as you were before?"

He does not like the uncontrolled Xinran junior sister; such a junior sister has too many risk factors.

For example, now she has sensed something and is looking for trouble for herself.

If it weren't for having suppressed her for so many years, he might really be unable to suppress this junior sister; Xinran junior sister's talent is too great, especially her attainment in the Way of the Sword, which has already caught up to him; give her another ten or eight years, and even Lingjian Zhenren would not be able to suppress her.

What a pity, she has become anxious.

"Cough cough." Xinran Zhanglao spoke through the pain: "Hmph, you are not my senior brother; who exactly are you?"

"Where has my senior brother gone?"

The person before my eyes, who looks exactly like my senior brother, is not my senior brother; Xinran Zhanglao has finished her assessment.

There's no mistake, her senior brother would not be this formidable, nor would his attainment in the Way of the Sword be so profound.

That move, senior brother couldn't possibly know it.

"Hahaha, you're mistaken; I am your senior brother."

Lingjian Zhenren teased: "A perfect imitation of a senior brother, Xinran junior sister—could you have gone into demonic deviation?"

"You are not my senior brother."

Xinran Zhanglao repeated those words, staring fixedly at Lingjian Zhenren before her.

"Although you look just like my senior brother, you are not my senior brother."

"I am very familiar with my senior brother's soul aura and everything else about him; you are definitely not him."

"Who exactly are you? Get out of my senior brother's body."

Gritting her teeth, she stepped back.

The sword blade was forcibly pulled out from her shoulder.

Xinran Zhanglao didn't even utter a groan, keeping her eyes on Lingjian Zhenren the whole time.

Lingjian Zhenren, seeing this, praised: "To be frank, I really admire you, Xinran junior sister; if you were still as you used to be, that would be wonderful, but I, as senior brother, could not bear to kill you."

"But you shouldn't be like this; you shouldn't have come looking for me."

"Senior brother, I truly cannot bear to kill you; you are such a fine seedling, wherever you are, you are a treasure."

Xinran Zhanglao once again condensed the sword blade, her eyes filled with killing intent to the utmost.