Ling Tian Sword God-Chapter 864 - 862: Purple Extreme Sword Eye

In the private room, all eyes were on Ling Chen. Anyone facing such provocation from Ling Feng would not remain indifferent, especially someone with strength. People with strength often have tempers and would not swallow their anger.

If Ling Chen dared not accept the challenge, they would undoubtedly look down on him. Someone who doesn't even dare to spar three moves with Ling Feng has no right to be one of them.

Moreover, Ling Chen had just been praised by Lan Xingling. If he now showed such cowardice, it would surely mean he was all name and no substance.

Ling Chen naturally knew the consequences of not accepting the challenge. If he still wanted to join hands with these people and obtain intelligence on the Witch Fiend Sect, he had to integrate himself with them. If he didn't accept the challenge, he feared he wouldn't achieve his goal.

So, in conclusion, he had no choice but to fight.

Without a word, Ling Chen leaped out of the window of the private room and landed on the roof of the restaurant.

Ling Feng also broke through the window, appearing directly opposite Ling Chen on the corner of the roof.

Whoosh whoosh whoosh!

In an instant, all the geniuses from the private room swarmed out, landing around them.

"Go ahead."

Ling Chen said calmly.

"Dustless, I'm sorry."

Lan Xingling looked at Ling Chen with some apology. If it wasn't for her, Ling Chen wouldn't be targeted by Ling Feng, nor would he have the trouble of this challenge.

"It's nothing, just three moves, it should end quickly."

Ling Chen shook his head. What should come will come; there's no avoiding it.

"That's right, it will indeed end quickly. You can't even get past three moves against me."

Ling Feng said with a grin.

"Noisy clown, do you know that you are just a jumping jack?"

Ling Chen was also somewhat impatient. He found it hard to imagine that such a person could be a disciple of the so-called Saintly Family, and from the renowned Swordsaint Family no less.

"Hmph, speak as much as you can now because soon, you won't be able to utter a word after I make you lose all your teeth."

An icy gleam flashed in Ling Feng's eyes. The next moment, he suddenly drew his Treasure Sword from his waist, and as he drew the blade, a purple sword qi storm swirled forth. Within the storm, the sword qi formed three rapidly rotating spirals, fiercely sweeping towards Ling Chen.

"Starting with the Spiral Style, it seems Ling Feng is determined to win this bout."

The white-robed woman from earlier saw Ling Feng's move and her eyes slightly brightened.

"It seems this Dustless also uses a sword. If we're talking about swordsmanship, no one can beat the Swordsaint Family."

Ling Hai had great confidence in Ling Feng; the Swordsaint Family's sword techniques were renowned in the world. In a contest of swordsmanship, Ling Chen would absolutely not be a match for Ling Feng.

Facing Ling Feng's strong opening, Ling Chen remained unflustered. He stepped back, and just as the purple spiral storm reached in front of him, he thrust out the Red Sky Sword Scabbard in his hand, striking precisely at the center of the three spirals. A blast of sword qi shot out, "puchi" — bursting the purple storm in front.

Ling Chen's blow seemed insignificant, but after his strike, the entire purple storm suddenly became unstable. As the storm broke, the three purple spirals within it veered off in different directions, none harming Ling Chen in the slightest.

"He actually spotted the flaw in the Spiral Style."

Ling Hai's expression was slightly surprised. Ling Chen's strike with the sword scabbard had hit the weak point of the opening Spiral Style, which was the command center of the entire sword move. This weakness was very covert, and unless one was an expert in the Sword Way or someone very familiar with the Ling Family's sword techniques, it would be hard to detect.

Ling Chen seemed to belong to the former group.

"Unexpectedly, this Dustless is also a Genius Swordsman."

Ling Hai's expression grew serious. It was possible that the unnamed individual brought by Lan Xingling was truly someone with real skills.

"He broke my opening Spiral Style?"

Ling Feng was also taken aback at this moment. The opening Spiral Style was a well-known starting sword move of the Ling Family, yet unexpectedly, Ling Chen was able to break it.

But soon, the surprise on his face was replaced by a look of ruthlessness, "You must have seen this move somewhere before, but it doesn't matter. My Sword Momentum has formed, enough to crush you!"

With a fierce shout, the Sword Momentum behind Ling Feng suddenly surged. At the same time, in his eyes, a fierce energy burst forth, as if two purple Sharp Swords were gathering in his eyes.

Merely being glanced by these eyes seemed to cause injury, the pain of the sword qi slicing through the body.

"Purple Extreme Sword Eye."

The white-robed woman murmured in surprise. The Purple Extreme Sword Eye was a powerful and demanding martial art within the Swordsaint Family. Cultivating the Purple Extreme Sword Eye required extremely high aptitude, and only geniuses with top-notch Sword Dao Talent could successfully cultivate this Purple Extreme Sword Eye.

Seeing the Purple Extreme Sword Eye, Ling Chen was secretly impressed. This Purple Extreme Sword Eye should be considered a Pupil Technique, yet it seemed to be a combination of Swordsmanship and Pupil Technique. This Pupil Technique harnessed the power of the Sword Intent to perfection, and with the Purple Extreme Sword Eye, Ling Feng's strength had clearly surged.

The aura emanating from this Purple Extreme Sword Eye was pure slaughter.

Puchi! Puchi!

The piercing sound of sword qi slicing through the air kept ringing. Ling Feng suddenly swung his Long Sword, dozens of overlapping sword shadows flashing.

"Fierce Wind Style!"

Ling Feng stomped his foot, Sword Light piercing forth. At the same time, as if sword qi jetted out, a fierce wind rose, a torrent of sword qi wildly attacking, omnipresent.

"Break!"

Ling Chen finally drew his sword, still keeping his left hand behind his back and only holding the sword hilt with his right hand. He drew out the Red Sky Sword, clashing it a few times in the Void, resulting in a series of crackling explosions, breaking all incoming sword qi in the blink of an eye.

Fast!

Incredibly fast!

Everyone shared one sensation, speed. As quick as thought, with the swiftness of a thunderbolt, leaving no trace.

Within Ling Chen's sword was the aura of thunder, undoubtedly faster than Ling Feng's Fierce Wind Style. The omnipresent sword qi couldn't even come close to him.

"What kind of Swordsmanship is this?"

For the first time, a hint of shock appeared on Ling Hai's face. He couldn't discern Ling Chen's sword techniques, as if Ling Chen was just swinging randomly, making haphazard strikes. Yet, thinking carefully, it would be impossible to break Ling Feng's Fierce Wind Style by random swinging.

That was the reason for his shock.

But in reality, Ling Chen's strikes indeed had no particular system. The sword he just executed was his own understanding, wielded spontaneously without formation. Ling Chen's Sword Way was slowly departing from conventional sword techniques, infusing more and more of his own insights and creations, which led to Ling Hai's feeling of being unable to see through Ling Chen's sword techniques.