Chapter 380: Twelve Waves of the Canghai Sword Technique

They narrowed their eyes and stared directly at Lin Rushi and Mu Cang.

Staring at the spiritual power permeating the two of them, and the vast and majestic sword intent on their bodies, such terrifying sword intent is extremely rare in ordinary times.

At the same time, it can also be predicted how fierce the battle will be three days later.

"Mu Cang, you are no match for me. Go back quickly. If you want to die, I won't mind satisfying you!"

Lin Rushi's cold voice sounded. Although the sound was not loud, it was clear enough to reach the ears of all the monks present.

They are practitioners by nature, and their six senses are much stronger than ordinary people.

Moreover, most of the monks present were at the Nascent Soul Stage and the Transformation Stage. With their spiritual consciousness revealed, not to mention the two people who were very close at hand, even the slightest movement within a mile radius could not escape their eyes and ears.

"Such as Lin, your Lin family has no way to save you. If you are wise, you will destroy your own cultivation, and then swear here that you will never step into the wilderness forever. Maybe I can spare your life!"

Mu Cang looked up to the sky and sneered. At the same time, a spiritual sword was raised high in his hand. A touch of spiritual charm attached to the sword, causing the sword to make a pale sound.

In an instant, the spiritual power between heaven and earth raged, and a phantom of Dharma appeared on Mu Cang's back. It was a sword cultivator holding a long sword, his eyes covered with a white cloth, wearing a white robe, a sword cultivator who was as tall as ten swords. Shadow.

The robes rippled in the wind, and the terrifying and raging sword intent phantom swept away from the body. Rounds of sword light poured out, pulling everyone into a wonderful artistic conception.

At this moment, all the monks present had their pupils contracted and their souls were trembling.

"With one sword, I can end your life with just one sword. First it was you, then Lin Jian, and I, Mu Cang, am the number one sword cultivator in the wilderness!"

Mu Cang snorted coldly, staring at Lin Rushi in his artistic conception, and his confidence began to grow.

The raging sword intent on his body filled the air, and the sword intent on his back almost covered the entire sky.

Wisp, wisp, wisp, the sword intent that diffused out was filled with a touch of red color, and it opened like a horse.

"Curtain Sword Shadow, drink!"

With a snort, Mu Cang swung out the long sword in his hand, and the world that enveloped the heaven and earth quickly twisted like a whirlpool, covering the sky and the sun in an instant.

A dark sword shadow flew out as Mu Cang swung his sword.

No!

It's two sword shadows!

A phantom of Dharma on Mu Cang's back was also slashed out with his sword. One after the other, the two sword lights competed with each other and shot towards Lin Rusu quickly.

"Canghai Sword Technique!"

Lin Rushi's pupils shrank slightly, and at the same time he waved the long sword in his hand: "Drink, the eighth wave!"

Hua Hua Hua~

The sword light rippled out like waves, gurgling, seemingly as soft as water, but extremely sharp. After all, it was sword light.

Bang!

When the eight layers of waves and Mu Cang's sword lights collided, the two sword lights disappeared one after another.

Centered on the collision point, the remaining energy turned into water mist and hissed.

At this moment, it was as if the great rivers had been evaporated cleanly, and the space was instantly filled with billowing white mist.

And in the midst of this electric light and flint, Mu Cang and Lin Ru, the monks present, and Chen Ge were all shrouded in this hazy and rich white mist, and they could not see their fingers!

"Hahaha, Lin Rushi, you are nothing more than that. Your Canghai Sword Technique is only the eighth wave, but my Curtain Sword Shadow has two. And the phantom shadow I condensed, the sword I wielded The shadow is more terrifying than my own!"

Mu Cang's rampant voice resounded throughout the world, as if he had already figured out Lin Rushi's attack method and was confident about it.

Whether it was Lin Rushi's Abi Hell Sword Technique or the Canghai Sword Technique, he had already studied them thoroughly.

At the moment, Lin Ru was unable to resist two sword strikes in succession. This curtain sword shadow was passed down to his Mu family from the Tianxing Sect.

Tianxing Sect is determined to support their Mu family into the second Lin family.

That is, the first family in the wilderness.

"The second sword, ten waves!"

Mu Cang's rampant laughter was still reverberating between heaven and earth, and the sword force from the phantom of the Dharma on his back was still moving forward. Lin Rusui frowned, not daring to hesitate any longer, and swung the sword again!

This sword light, carrying the remaining force of the previous first sword, swung out twelve waves of swords one after another.

boom!

The power of the twelve-fold sword wave was much more terrifying than that of the eight-fold sword wave, almost increasing tenfold. At the moment when it collided with the second curtain sword shadow, the two sword shadows canceled each other out again.

The sound of chi chi chi is endless, it is the sound of the sword wave being evaporated.

Although they were both eliminated, Mu Cang had already lost. This kind of attack can only be done by surprise. The opponent will be on guard the second time. If they don't catch your sword, it will be in vain.

Furthermore, even when he was caught off guard, Lin Rushi was able to neutralize his two sword strikes with ease, which showed that Lin Rushi's attainments in swordsmanship had already far surpassed his.

The first time it happened, Lin Rushi could do the same thing the second time, without any exception.

"What, twelve waves!"

Mu Cang, who was still laughing wildly in the sky, his face suddenly solidified at this moment, and his pair of shrunken pupils were filled with endless horror.

"The Twelve-fold Sword Wave, isn't the Lin family's Canghai Sword Technique only the Eight-fold Sword Wave?"

"How can it be the Twelve Heavy Sword Wave? This is impossible!"

"That's right, it must be Ye Lingfeng. Ye Lingfeng used the Canghai Sword Art to force back the clan leader Xu Tianming. This Canghai Sword must have been passed down to you by Ye Lingfeng."

"In the past, Chen Ge of Xuantian Sect killed Xu Tianche with the Canghai Sword Art. Ye Lingfeng even carried a Xuantian Sect sword on his back!"

"Ye Lingfeng is a disciple of Xuantian Sect, so he must be a disciple of Chen Ge!"

...

Mu Cang suddenly woke up and stared at Lin Rushi in the distance.

As soon as these words came out, the cultivators present immediately burst into an uproar.

"Ye Lingfeng, Ye Lingfeng's Canghai Sword Art was taught by Chen Ge, the leader of the Eastern Region Xuantian Sect? I thought Ye Lingfeng's Canghai Sword Art was taught by the Lin family, but I didn't expect that the Canghai Sword Art was passed on by Ye Lingfeng to Lin Rushi..."

"Twelve waves, doesn't the complete Canghai Sword Art have sixteen waves? Could it be that the Lin family really doesn't have the complete version of the Canghai Sword Art, and the complete version of the Canghai Sword Art did not come from the Lin family, but was passed back from the Eastern Region?"

"Chen Ge, who exactly is Chen Ge from the Eastern Region Xuantian Sect? It is said that he is also proficient in the Lin family's Avici Hell Sword Art, and knows the complete Canghai Sword Art!"

"This Chen Ge, can't he be a member of the Lin family?"

Bang~