Starting from helping someone rob a wedding, he was forced to hide in the Sunset Sect

The spirit sword returned to Lin Yemu's hands.

He looked at Xia Xiaomo and said, "I thought you would join the battle halfway."

Lin Yemu originally thought that Xia Xiaomo would join the battle when Peng Qingyi and Tang Yu could no longer hold on.

He deliberately revealed a flaw, allowing the spirit sword to temporarily leave him, and Xia Xiaomo did not take the opportunity to attack.

"You still have a scabbard on your waist. Even if the spirit sword is not in your hand, you can use the scabbard to resist my attack." Xia Xiaomo replied.

She just observed that Lin Yemu's hand always stayed next to the scabbard, obviously guarding against her sneak attack.

Ordinary sword practitioners would not use the scabbard as a weapon unless they really had no spiritual sword to use.

If it were in the past, Xia Xiaomo would definitely take the opportunity to launch an offensive and find a breakthrough when Lin Yemu's spiritual sword fell out of his hand.

But she certainly wouldn't be like that now.

Because Xia Xiaomo had practiced sword with the leader of Sunset Sect for half a year, sometimes the scabbard could be used as a weapon.

Liang Yuwei has a habitual action every time she wants to use the scabbard. Her hand will be placed next to the scabbard, ready to draw the scabbard at any time.

"What sword technique did you use just now?" Xia Xiaomo asked curiously.

"Dawn Sword." Lin Yemu replied.

Xia Xiaomo didn't say anything else, but just clenched the magic sword in her hand.

A miniature of a sword faintly appeared on the back of her hand, and as her aura gathered, a powerful sword intent suddenly burst out.

The sword intent condensed into an invisible airflow, flowing around her.

Lin Yemu narrowed his eyes slightly, and he sensed the power of the law.

The captain of the Sunset Sect in front of him also gave birth to the seed of law.

The elder in charge told him that it was a rare situation for two monks of the same generation to have given birth to seeds of laws.

The magic sword in Xia Xiaomo's hand trembled slightly, and a faint light appeared on the sword.

A powerful sword intent is rapidly gathering, as if a raging river is about to break through a dam.

A strong wind suddenly came.

The wind was blowing and dark clouds were rolling in the sky.

The trees within a radius of hundreds of feet were swaying in the strong wind, and the leaves were flying like rain.

The lake was no longer calm; the water began to rise and fall, creating ripples that spread outward in circles.

The sword intent became more and more solid, and a mighty pressure spread.

The spiritual sword in Xia Xiaomo's hand split into thousands of sword shadows, each of which was sharp and emitting a cold breath.

Lin Yemu revealed a look of admiration.

Xia Xiaomo is only in the middle stage of the Golden Core Realm, but she can form thousands of phantom swords.

The thousand phantom swords are a symbol of the perfection of the Qingfeng Sword.

The sword shadows crisscrossed, cutting through the air, bringing up a sharp sound of breaking through the air, and went towards Lin Yemu.

Lin Yemu remained calm and swung the spirit sword in his hand. The sword intent around him instantly condensed, and then hundreds of phantom swords were separated out, heading towards the overwhelming sword shadows.

In an instant, the two phantom swords collided violently in mid-air, causing a deafening roar.

The sword is surging and the storm is sweeping.

The phantom sword dissipated into countless points of light, and then melted away in the sky and earth with the wind.

There were obviously more phantom swords transformed from Xia Xiaomo's Qingfeng Sword. Three hundred sword shadows broke through Lin Yemu's defense line and continued to pounce on him.

Lin Yemu swung his sword, and wherever the sword light passed, the phantom sword disintegrated like mist and disappeared into the air.

In the end, two phantom swords pierced his shoulders and waist.

Blood gushed out, staining his robes red.

Lin Yemu didn't even frown, as if the blood was not his and the pain had nothing to do with him.

He swung the spiritual sword in his hand and shattered the two phantom swords that pierced into his body.

If it was an ordinary Qingfeng Sword, he could easily resist these phantom swords with his sword intent and dragon breath.

Just like Luo Xuan’s water thorns.

But Xia Xiaomo's Qingfeng Sword was integrated with a trace of law, and each phantom sword could surpass the protection of sword intent and dragon breath.

In terms of lethality alone, Xia Xiaomo is undoubtedly stronger than Luo Xuan and Han Dongxue.

The biggest reason why Luo Xuan and Handongxue were defeated was that their lethality was insufficient and most of their methods were ineffective against Lin Yemu.

The two of them competed with the cultivator of the fifth realm in terms of true qi, but they were simply no match for him.

Luo Xuan is a sound cultivator. Although he created five Taoist techniques, their lethality is limited and cannot pose a fatal threat to Lin Yemu.

Han Dongxue is a swordsman from the Lujian sect, and he is not proficient in killing.

Lin Yemu used his true qi to stop the bleeding. He looked up at Xia Xiaomo and said, "I didn't expect that there would be an opponent like you in this Hundred Schools of Thought Contest."

The Qingfeng Sword did not cause any substantial damage to Lin Yemu. The sword intent and dragon breath helped him offset most of the power.

Lin Yemu originally thought that with the help of dragon breath, he could crush the cultivators of the same generation.

Even if they join forces, they are no match for him.

If Xia Xiaomo had joined Luo Xuan and Handongxue at that time, it would have been really tricky.

Han Dongxue who protects and assists, Luo Xuan who supports and launches sneak attacks, and Xia Xiaomo who is proficient in killing.

Lin Yemu felt as if he was drawn into an endless snowfield. The sky and the earth were filled with flying white snow, and the whole world seemed to be shrouded in a thick curtain of snow.

Silent and dead silent.

But the silence was soon broken by a low roar.

A giant wolf suddenly appeared in the middle of the snowfield. It was huge in size, with blood-red eyes, and exuded a strong and ferocious aura.

It opened its mouth slightly, and its sharp fangs gleamed coldly.

A low roar came from the wolf's throat, the sound was low and fierce, shaking the surrounding snow slightly.

Lin Yemu murmured in a low voice: "Canglang Chasing Wind Sword..."

This is the same sword technique that Tang Yu used just now, but the Canglang Zhuifeng Sword used by Xia Xiaomo is undoubtedly much stronger.

There are differences in realm, attainments in swordsmanship, and seeds of laws.

Xia Xiaomo's figure flashed as fast as the wind, and the magic sword drew a trajectory in her hand.

The giant wolf roared, its scarlet eyes locked onto Lin Yemu, and followed closely behind him.

This sword is very strong.

The sword intent and dragon breath could not withstand this sword.

Lin Yemu stood there, motionless, he just slowly raised the spirit sword in his hand.

The distance between Xia Xiaomo and Lin Yemu was only three feet.

When her eyes met Lin Yemu's, she felt inexplicably empty in her heart.

Her breathing hitched slightly, and the clear fighting spirit in her mind turned into a vague nothingness.

Xia Xiaomo suddenly forgot all her thoughts.

The wolf stopped and turned its head in confusion, it could no longer find its target.

It was at this moment of trance that Lin Yemu came with his sword.

Bright red blood drops fell on the ground, and Xia Xiaomo was hit by Lin Yemu's sword.

The Canglang Zhuifeng Sword was interrupted and the giant Canglang disappeared instantly.

Xia Xiaomo retreated several feet, with a hint of doubt in her eyes.

If she had not refined dragon blood and her physical body was far superior to that of an ordinary Jindan realm cultivator, Lin Yemu's sword just now would have seriously injured her.

Why did I become dazed for a moment?

Xia Xiaomo used her true qi to stop the bleeding. She looked at Lin Yemu and asked, "Is this your method?"

Lin Yemu did not answer her question, he walked towards Xia Xiaomo.

Xia Xiaomo raised the magic sword in her hand, and the moment she swung the sword, the feeling of trance came over her again, and her consciousness went blank.

She was startled, but it was too late to react.

Lin Yemu's sword hit her again.

Blood spurted out.