894 Battle with the Sword Sain

Before the battle began, Zhang Ruochen was aware of the difference between his skills and Ling Feiyu's.

One was a peerless Sword Saint who had trained for at least 300 years while the other was a Half Saint who had barely hit the 30 year mark. The difference was humongous, the former would be a metaphor for a Sword Master Guru, the latter would be a simple naïve child.

But Zhang Ruochen was curious. How big is the gap?

This fight would be necessary to find out.

The Saint Soul started funnelling Holy Qi from the surroundings to Zhang Ruochen, The massive flow of energy formed into a rainbow coloured mist.

Whoosh!

The Sword Spirit had been awoken.

The Taotian Sword glimmered with a striking ray of light. The Destruction of the Thousand-patterns thrust from the sword towards Ling Feiyu.

The more inscriptions that were activated, the more powerful the Destruction of the Thousand-patterns would be.

In the past, Zhang Ruochen could only activate a thousand inscriptions even if he used all his Holy Qi. But right now, with the presence of a saint sword's holy Qi, the sword had thousands of inscriptions emerge from it.

The same pattern, but the impact was significantly different.

Ling Feiyu stood on her feet, allowing the Destruction of the Thousand-patterns to fall on her body. She said, "Zhang Ruochen, if you can withstand my three hits, then I will apologize to the line of the Taotian Sword. But here's the thing: you can't stand three hits."

"Tsk tsk."

The Lightning Goddess Lilac Blouse created hundreds and thousands of lightning strikes, expanding into a radius of ten miles across the region like snakes.

"We can only tell after the fight."

Zhang Ruochen pulled out his sword. The sword Qi erupted from the tip of his sword.

The sword tip was casting a spherical luminescence, as bright as the full moon, illuminating the dark sword tomb until it glowed like it was daytime.

"Nine-star Moon."

The moon and galaxy descended from the sky at the same time. With a harsh sound, the lightning bolts were slashed in half, breaking apart above Ling Feiyu's head.

Ling Feiyu remained calm and composed. She stood in the center of the lightning. Her jade-like fair skin was glowing in the Lightning Goddess Lilac Blouse she wore.

"Come on, a superior-class Ghost level's sword technique? Zhang Ruochen, your skills are like a kid toying with a wooden sword, too clumsy with lack of any finesse!"

Ling Feiyu's voice came from behind Zhang Ruochen, echoing in his mind, as if she was standing beside him.

Ling Feiyu was extremely fast, faster than the speed of sound.

If her real voice was actually heard by Zhang Ruochen, it meant that Zhang Ruochen would already be dead at the tip of her sword.

Hence, it was obvious that she was communicating with him using her spiritual powers, instead of regular sound waves.

Nevertheless, Zhang Ruochen's face dropped as he felt her presence at his back. She was rushing towards him at fleeting light speed.Find authorized novels in Webnovel，faster updates, better experience，Please click www.novelhall.comfor visiting.

If he turned around now, he would immediately lose.

Even with the ancestor's strength, he still couldn't withstand a blow from a Sword Saint?

Zhang Ruochen felt unsatisfied. He swung his arm around to point the Taotian Sword behind his back.

Bam!

Ling Feiyu pointed her finger at the sword and caused a huge noise with a strong wind, exploding from the ground.

Zhang Ruochen spat a mouthful of blood, his body flying forward like a projectile shot at high speed. His body slumped to the ground and caused a huge dent.

The line of the Taotian Sword sighed at the sight of Zhang Ruochen falling down. Some were reprimanding his poor choice of defense. Some were telling him how to deal with the hit.

"How dumb? He must not focus merely on the sword techniques when he is fighting a Sword Saint!"

"His focus should be on his opponent, and using the sword intent to control the sword techniques. If not, his opponent will move before he strikes."

"If I was him, I would use the ultimate perish sword technique to defeat her."

"How easy for you guys to comment about him. Don't forget he is only a Half Saint on Level One. How can he adapt that swiftly? He is doing his best already."

…

Ling Feiyu was standing in the center of the lightning region, staring at the ground.

Zhang Ruochen crawled up from the ground, holding the sword with one hand while the other wiped the blood from the corner of his lips. He smiled. "The legendary Sword Saint indeed."

"To withstand my first blow shows your skills, how about the second?"

Ling Feiyu pinched her index and middle finger together. A huge flow of Sword Intent oozed out in front of her, forming into a white light sword.

The technique looked random, but it withheld deep knowledge. It was the "Sword One" from Wordless Sword Manual.

How powerful was the Sword One from Ling Feiyu?

Zhang Ruochen soon understood what the forefathers' intention were.

They didn't really want to teach Ling Feiyu a lesson. Instead, they wanted to take this opportunity to test his talents and skills as a Sword Master.

On top of that, Zhang Ruochen could adapt to the fight with a Sword Saint, and get a hang of how to receive and give hits.

Once the Immortal Vampires invaded the sword tomb, Zhang Ruochen, as the sword keeper, must use the borrowed powers from the ancestors to guard the sword tomb from the elites of the Immortal Vampires.

If he got used to the strength of a Sword Saint, then Zhang Ruochen could fully utilize his skills when fighting the Immortal Vampire.

Ling Feiyu had probably known this from the start, he was the only one that was unaware.

As soon as he understood the reasons behind the fight, he shut his eyes and gradually lifted the Taotian Sword.

Meanwhile, a huge Sword Intent was emanating from his body into the sword.

"Hush hush."

In the black wilderness, the abandoned swords started to vibrate. They thrusted from the ground towards Zhang Ruochen, circling around him.

"Is that…Human Sword? Brilliant move! He achieved the Human Sword with only Level One in Half Saint, totally outdoing me when I was alive!"

"Xuanji does have a godly talented successor. This young man here has so much talent, and is definitely no less than Xue Hongchen. He might even surpass him and make it to the Emperor level of Sword Master."

…

The forefathers of the Taotian Sword line were all excited and proud, since Zhang Ruochen was their successor.

Ling Feiyu was slightly surprised as well.

She only achieved the Human Sword when she was at Level Nine in Half Saint. For that she received numerous praises and some even compared her with the Empress Chi Yao.

This clearly showed how difficult it was to achieve the Human Sword.

Zhang Ruochen's achievement with Level One in Half Saint was astonishing indeed.

Ling Feiyu lightly murmured, "Sword One."

The white light sword hit Zhang Ruochen's eyebrow.

At the same time, Zhang Ruochen casted the Sword One forward.

The ancient swords surrounding him were led by the Sword Intent, thrusting forward like a torrent, clashing with the white light sword.

Bam bam!

The sounds of explosions were everywhere. All the ancient swords were broken into uncountable pieces of metal.

The white light sword was cancelled out immediately.

However, Ling Feiyu had casted the third sword technique without a break. There were nine light swords attacking Zhang Ruochen from different directions, refining into different sword techniques.

A forefather exclaimed, "Nine-dead Sword Technique. Little girl, you are a sword saint. This is considered bullying with this level of sword technique!"

Ling Feiyu answered calmly, "He has the strength of a Sword Saint. It isn't considered bullying. Plus, this is my third move, I must beat him in battle." Zhang Ruochen had only heard of the name of the Nine-dead Sword Technique. It is a sword technique of King level. Only the ones who had strength of Saint Spell could cast such a powerful technique.

Facing the attacks from thet Nine-dead Sword Technique could be seen as a metaphor to dealing with nine Sword Saints at the same time, with nine deadly skills.

Even if Zhang Ruochen had three heads and six arms, he would not have been able to withstand the attacks.

Then, when the nine light strobes struck, Zhang Ruochen disappeared on the spot. All nine deadly attacks were hitting the ground, not at the target.

"Spatial Move."