Chapter 756

Mo Shenggu, seeing this, couldn't help laughing.

"Good monk, take this sword!"

Yin Liting, though a man of gentlemanly bearing, was now somewhat angered by Jin Lun's arrogance.

Instantly, he swept his longsword upward, unleashing an unbroken stream of Wu Dangjian.

The Wu Dangqixia were vastly different from others.

Each one's mastered Wu Gong was entirely distinct.

As for swordplay, Wu Dang foremost esteemed Yin Liting.

Though ranked sixth, his arsenal and precision in sword techniques were unparalleled among the Wu Dangqixia.

As soon as the sword moves began, they were not only continuous.

Each sword technique appeared to be a single strike, yet contained infinite variations.

He infused into this assault the Wu Dang sword forms: Liangyi Jianfa, Hui Long Shi Er Jian, Chen Sha Jianfa, and more.

In an instant, silver light burst forth, sharp and piercing.

This endless barrage of sword techniques, like ocean waves, trapped Jin Lun within.

Jin Lun watched as the Wu Dang sixth elder unleashed such exquisite swordplay in an instant.

Though he had previously deemed this man's cultivation insufficient to be his match,

he now retracted that thought and unfurled his five wheels, engaging Yin Liting in combat.

This battle, of course, differed greatly from Mo Shenggu's earlier fight with Darba.

Jin Lun's martial techniques naturally lacked the variety and elegance of Yin Liting's.

Yet his cultivation ultimately surpassed Yin Liting's.

Once his five wheels were deployed, they flew up and down.

Again and again, they used only a few moves.

Yet with just these few moves, Yin Liting's starlike, intricate sword techniques could never break through Jin Lun's defense.

Worse still, Yin Liting's longsword dared not make direct contact with the five wheels.

Clearly, he judged his own cultivation inferior to Jin Lun's and dared not face him head-on.

"Ha! I told you, Yin Liting couldn't swiftly defeat like Mo Shenggu, right?

Now let's see how many moves this boy can endure?"

"I bet he won't last beyond a thousand moves."

Deep within the Yuan army camp, a Yuan army patronage expert, watching the battle, couldn't help speaking.

Another patronage expert disagreed.

"How many moves can he endure? Could you wield so many sword techniques?"

"I… naturally couldn't, but what of it? Yin Liting dares not even touch Jin Lun's five wheels once.

Clearly his cultivation is far beneath Jin Lun's—how can he win?"

Soon, voices of debate rose and fell.

Though none of these experts were present, all watched from afar.

Some even placed bets on the outcome.

Regardless of others' views, the Wu Dangqixia acted as if victory were assured.

Not one showed the slightest change in expression.

Instead, they watched calmly, praising Yin Liting's moves—one here, one there—as masterful.

Their demeanor suggested Yin Liting was not battling Jin Lun fiercely, but merely exchanging techniques with him.

Jin Lun had been bewildered by Yin Liting's swordplay.

Three hundred moves passed, and he realized Yin Liting had not repeated a single technique.

He felt both astonishment and a grudging admiration.

In his own place, he could never learn so many complex sword forms.

Yet hearing the Wu Dangqixia's commentary, and remembering he was within the Yuan army camp,

he realized countless eyes—visible and hidden—were watching.

He, a peerless master, had been stalled for three hundred moves by one man.

This alone had already brought great shame upon Long Xiang Seng and Jin Gang Sect.

If he delayed further, he would have no face left to return to Long Xiang Seng.

He roared aloud:

"Boy, beware!"

Then, a chorus of Long Xiang roars echoed behind him.

560 Are you cheating?

Long Xiang Banruo Gong!

As the Long Xiang roars sounded, all—visible and hidden—knew the decisive moment had arrived.

Behind Jin Lun, the empty air slowly took shape, revealing faint outlines of dragons and elephants.

This differed greatly from Long Xiang Seng's Long Xiang phantom.

For after hearing of Li Canghai's death notice, Long Xiang Seng had feared for his own survival.

Thus, over these seven days, he had diligently trained Jin Lun,

and even sacrificed a portion of his own cultivation to help Jin Lun break through.

Hence, when Jin Lun now invoked Long Xiang Banruo Gong, faint dragon-elephant outlines appeared.

"Hah!"

After the nearly formless Long Xiang silhouette emerged, Jin Lun shouted loudly and struck toward Yin Liting.

This palm strike not only coordinated the five wheels to attack together.

Between the palm's momentum, it was even more overwhelming, almost like a tide, Zhuxia Wujian!

"Haha! Well struck."

Having fought until now, clearly already like a leaf in a gale, Yin Liting instead smiled.

The sword technique of the long sword in his hand suddenly changed once more.

This time, the long sword in his hand seemed to conjure many swords out of thin air.

Countless long swords converged, as if to vie with Jin Lun's tide-like palm momentum.

The Dayuan experts hiding in the shadows all couldn't help but feel Jin Lun had already won.

After all, a World-Reaching level going head-to-head with the Earthly Immortal Realm — it would be strange if he could lose.

Clang!

Suddenly, the long sword in Yin Liting's hand let out a trembling cry.

Then the scattered sword light suddenly gathered, unexpectedly dodging Jin Lun's tide-like palm momentum, and instead thrust a single sword straight toward the void behind Jin Lun.

Slicing sound!

The void behind Jin Lun, apart from the faintly visible silhouette of the Long Xiang phantom, contained nothing else.

But when Yin Liting's long sword thrust over, it hit dead center on the four-legged wrist area of the Long Xiang phantom's silhouette.

Then Jin Lun's palm momentum, which had been like waves and tides, vanished in an instant.

Amid Jin Lun's horror, Yin Liting's long sword came from above and pressed directly against his throat,

"You've lost?"

Yin Liting stopped at the right moment — the sword tip clearly needed only one more inch to kill Jin Lun.

Yet he suddenly withdrew his long sword and, with an easy grace, retreated to the side of the Wu Dangqixia.

"This Divine Gate Thirteen Swords — only you, Seventh Brother, have truly grasped its essence!"

Yu Lianzhou waited for Yin Liting to come over and couldn't help but sigh with emotion.

The Wu Dangqixia each had somewhat different Wu Gong paths.

All seven had in fact studied the Divine Gate Thirteen Swords in succession.

Yet in this sword art, Yin Liting's attainment was the highest.

Just now, Yin Liting had used elaborate sword techniques to force Jin Lun to deploy the Long Xiang Prajna Art.

Once the Long Xiang phantom's silhouette appeared, even if unclear and faintly visible.