Chapter 503: Unstoppable Winning Streak!

Chapter 503: Unstoppable Winning Streak!

With a swift movement, Lin Xian'er landed gracefully on the stage, her presence ethereal and elegant.

"Oh? Such a beauty!"

The Liuyun Sword Sect disciple opposite her had a gleam of excitement in his eyes.

He secretly rejoiced, feeling lucky to be matched against such a beautiful opponent. He thought he might be able to take advantage of this opportunity.

"Beauty, what's the future for you in the Wenxian Sect? Why not join our Liuyun Sword Sect? With me as your senior brother, I guarantee you'll rise to the inner sect quickly. In three years, you'll be standing here as a victor, enjoying honor instead of shame!"

"Are you done talking nonsense?"

Lin Xian'er replied calmly.

"Uh..."

The Liuyun Sword Sect disciple was clearly taken aback. Lin Xian'er's attitude gave him a sense of foreboding.

Suddenly, he felt that this woman might unexpectedly defeat him.

"Whether it's honor or shame hasn't been decided yet," Lin Xian'er said with a slight smile.

The Wenxian Sect disciples faced seven consecutive defeats.

However, she believed that not even the combined forces of the Liuyun Sword Sect and the Qiankun Sect could withstand Ling Feng's prowess.

"Hmph, you’re naive!"

The Liuyun Sword Sect disciple dismissed his initial underestimation of Lin Xian'er. Her composure made him feel a slight sense of danger.

"Flowing Cloud Sunset Sword!"

With a roar, the Liuyun Sword Sect disciple launched his attack!

As the only sword sect among the top three, the swordsmanship of the Liuyun Sword Sect disciples was indeed formidable.

However, in front of a Tianwei Academy elite, it was nothing but trash!

Swish!

Lin Xian'er moved like a phantom. She sidestepped and delivered a precise punch to the Liuyun Sword Sect disciple's abdomen.

Bang!

The figure flew backwards, spitting blood in mid-air.

In the next moment, the Liuyun Sword Sect disciple crashed heavily to the ground, pointing at Lin Xian'er and shouting, "You—"

His voice cut off as the intense pain rendered him unconscious.

"The name of the Wenxian Sect is not to be taken lightly."

Lin Xian'er stood proudly on the stage.

Whether for Ling Feng or for her unseen biological father, she had long considered herself a part of the Wenxian Sect.

It was no wonder the young sect leader of Wenxian Sect had remained so composed. It turned out that they had such a trump card hidden in their ranks.

Now, however, it was time for Liuyun Sword Sect's trump card to take the stage.

Ximen Chuiliu, having grasped the embryonic form of sword will, was a genius. Perhaps he wouldn't be defeated as quickly as the previous contestants by Lin Xian'er.

Ximen Chuiliu felt immense pressure.

He was Liuyun Sword Sect's greatest trump card. If he lost, it would mean that aside from the initial four or five victories, the Liuyun Sword Sect would have faced a series of defeats.

This would be even more humiliating than the Wenxian Sect's seven consecutive defeats!

"Chuiliu, give it your all. Do not hold back your sword will. You must not lose to that girl!"

Cao Tailai clenched his fists tightly while grinding his teeth in frustration.

"Don't worry, Sect Leader. My Ice Vigor Sword Will is not easy to handle!" Ximen Chuiliu leaped onto the stage, immediately unleashing his sword will.

To be precise, it was only the embryonic form of a sword will.

Even so, it already possessed significant destructive power.

The temperature on the stage dropped instantly, and Ximen Chuiliu's robes fluttered without wind.

"Junior Sister, you will taste defeat next. With this sword, you are destined to lose!"

A lock of hair drifted across Ximen Chuiliu's forehead.

He stood with a graceful posture, his white robes immaculate, and his sword at his waist humming with energy.

"Ximen Chuiliu! Now is not the time for showboating!" Cao Tailai was nearly spitting blood with rage. "Attack! Attack now!"

Clang!

With a resonant sword cry, Ximen Chuiliu's sword was unsheathed.

"A Sword From the West, Cold Light Across the Land!"

Ximen Chuiliu's first move was a mystical-tier sword technique he had learned through fortuitous encounters.

He had never used this move in front of outsiders before, but under Lin Xian'er's formidable pressure, he had no choice but to reveal his trump card.

"Quite the display, but is this all the power it has?"

Lin Xian'er brought her two fingers together, a faint purple light condensing at her fingertips as she firmly caught the tip of Ximen Chuiliu's sword.

The surrounding sword qi dissipated instantly, leaving Ximen Chuiliu suspended in mid-air as he stared at Lin Xian'er in shock.

My mystical-tier sword technique has been effortlessly neutralized by Lin Xian'er?

After that, a tremendous force surged up the blade, sending Ximen Chuiliu flying before he could react.

Bang!

His body crashed heavily to the ground, following the same fate as the previous disciples who had lost to Lin Xian'er.

Indeed, under Lin Xian'er's hand, no one could withstand more than three moves!