nyslfriends Chapter 13 Mid-grade Magic Weapons
Chapter 13 Mid-grade Magic Weapons
Zhang Lin took a deep breath, and the true energy in his dantian surged like clouds and mist, rushing out along his meridians.
Wind Control Technique - Wind Wall Protection!
An invisible barrier of airflow formed around him, spinning rapidly and emitting a low hum, like the flapping of a swarm of bees.
Bamboo leaves falling in the bamboo forest touch the wind wall and are instantly shredded into dust, scattering everywhere.
"A second-tier wind-based spell?" Xiong Kui's pupils constricted, and a sense of alarm suddenly arose in his heart.
This kid isn't just an ordinary mid-stage Qi Refining cultivator. First-tier techniques only provide movement bonuses, while second-tier techniques offer defense.
This wind wall protection is clearly a second-tier or higher technique. How could a mere disciple of Shangqing Temple possess such a profound inheritance?
But the arrow was already on the bowstring, and there was no turning back.
With a sharp shout, Xiong Kui released the fireball, which flew out of his hand and hurtled toward Zhang Lin’s face with a long trail of flame.
At the same time, the two cultivators on the left and right also made their moves.
The one on the left, who was at the mid-stage of Qi Refining, swung his sword and unleashed a blade of energy. Although it was quite crude, it still carried a certain sharpness.
The man on the right threw out three iron caltrops, their black light flashing, aimed straight at Zhang Lin's lower body.
A pincer attack from three sides.
Zhang Lin's expression remained unchanged. He slashed his iron sword in front of him, the sword light as sharp as a bolt of lightning, but instead of heading towards the fireball, he slashed at the mid-stage Qi Refining cultivator on his left.
The fireball crashed into the wind wall.
"boom--"
A crimson flame exploded, radiating heat that distorted the very air.
However, the high-speed rotating airflow of the wind wall gradually dissipated the impact of the fireball, deflecting and deflecting the flames, which then landed in the bamboo forest on both sides, igniting a few clumps of dry leaves and sending up plumes of smoke.
Zhang Lin felt a scorching heat around him, and his Taoist robe fluttered in the heat, but the wall of wind remained completely still.
The three iron caltrops struck the wind wall, were swirled around by the swirling air currents, bounced off course, and flew out with a clang, embedding themselves in the bamboo stalks.
Zhang Lin did not use the wind wall to block the blade energy on the left.
The sword light and blade energy clashed with his iron sword. Amidst the clanging of metal against metal, the crude blade energy was dispersed, while Zhang Lin's sword momentum, still undiminished, aimed straight for the throat of the cultivator on the left.
The cultivator was shocked and hurriedly raised his sword to block.
"clang!"
The iron sword clashed with the long saber, sparks flying everywhere.
The cultivator felt an immense force coming from the sword, his hand snapped open, and the longsword flew out of his grasp.
Before he could react, Zhang Lin kicked him in the chest, sending him flying backward and spitting out blood.
Seeing that the situation was not good, the early-stage Qi Refining cultivator on the right turned and ran.
Zhang Lin did not chase after him, but instead threw out an invisible wind blade that pierced the cultivator's back.
His gaze fell on Xiong Kui.
Xiong Kui's face had turned extremely ugly.
Second-tier wind-type spells, low-grade magic artifacts, a physique far surpassing others of the same tier... something about this kid is off.
He had lived in Qingyun Town for over a decade and had never seen a disciple of Shangqing Temple like this before.
"Who exactly are you?" Xiong Kui asked in a deep voice, the veins on his hand gripping the knife bulging.
Zhang Lin did not answer.
His right hand hung at his side, his five fingers slightly spread, and a wisp of air was quietly gathering in his palm.
Wind Control Technique – Wind Blade Without Form.
There was no light, no sound, and no obvious fluctuation of true energy.
An invisible blade, as thin as a cicada's wing, formed in the palm of his hand, trembling slightly, like a venomous snake that might be released at any moment.
Xiong Kui, after all, had been a man who had been on the edge of a knife for more than a decade. Although he did not notice the presence of the wind blade, he instinctively felt a chill rise from his spine.
He roared, channeling his true energy into his broadsword. A layer of bloody light shone on the dark red blade as he slashed down at Zhang Lin.
This strike was powerful and heavy, the wind from the blade howling, sending bamboo leaves flying everywhere.
Zhang Lin dodged to the side, simultaneously waving his right hand.
The wind blade shot out silently.
Invisible and unseen, swift as a startled swan.
As Xiong Kui's knife was halfway through its slash, he suddenly felt a sharp pain in his chest, as if he had been cut by an invisible blade.
He looked down and saw that his clothes had been cut open with a long slit, revealing a dark blue inner armor underneath.
The inner armor shimmered with spiritual light, actually dissipating most of the force of the wind blades, leaving only a shallow bloodstain on the skin.
"A mid-grade magic weapon?" Zhang Lin frowned slightly.
Xiong Kui broke out in a cold sweat.
He didn't see anything at all during that attack.
If it weren't for the mid-grade magic artifact his cousin gave him to protect him, he would already be disemboweled by now.
"You little brat, you're asking for it!"
Enraged, Xiong Kui wielded his broadsword with lightning speed, and a dark red blade of light swept over Zhang Lin.
Each strike was infused with powerful true energy, its force astonishing, slicing the surrounding bamboo into disarray, sending bamboo shavings flying like snow.
Zhang Lin, however, did not engage in a direct confrontation with him.
When he unleashed his Wind Chaser technique, his figure was like a willow catkin in the wind, swaying erratically, moving freely through the gaps in the flashing blades.
Although Xiong Kui's sword strikes were fierce, they were always just a hair's breadth away from hitting the target. Every time, he was just a millimeter away from striking, but Zhang Lin always managed to dodge at an unbelievable angle.
After three moves, Xiong Kui's momentum was no longer as fierce as it had been at the beginning.
Although the true qi of the mid-stage Qi Refining Realm is several times more abundant than that of the early stage, it cannot last long if he squanders it without restraint.
This is the moment Zhang Lin has been waiting for.
The iron sword trembled, and true energy poured in, causing a layer of cool, fluorescent light to shine on its silvery-white blade.
He flashed forward instead of retreating, heading straight for Xiong Kui's center gate.
Seeing Zhang Lin suddenly switch from defense to offense, Xiong Kui was overjoyed. He swept his broadsword horizontally, and the dark red blade light was like a blood moon in the sky, slashing towards Zhang Lin's waist.
Just as the blade was about to touch Zhang Lin's waist, Zhang Lin suddenly pushed off the ground, leaping several feet into the air like a large bird, barely avoiding the blade.
At the same time, he pointed his iron sword downwards, and a sword aura shot out from the tip of the sword, heading straight for Xiong Kui's face.
Xiong Kui quickly turned his head, and the sword energy grazed his cheek, leaving a hole the size of a bowl in the bamboo stalk behind him.
But this was just a feint.
While Zhang Lin was in mid-air, he waved his left hand, and another wind blade shot out silently.
This time, he aimed for Xiong Kui's throat.
Xiong Kui's pupils suddenly contracted.
He still couldn't see the wind blades, but the deadly chill was ten times stronger than before.
The fear of death gripped his throat like an invisible hand.
He rolled to the side with all his might, narrowly avoiding the wind blade.
"laugh--"
The wind blades sliced through the bamboo forest behind him, snapping three thick, green bamboo stalks at waist height with smooth, mirror-like cuts. The upper halves of the bamboo stalks crashed to the ground, sending up a flurry of bamboo leaves.
Xiong Kui got up from the ground, his face ashen.
He glanced at the three broken bamboo stalks, then at Zhang Lin, his fierceness replaced by fear.
This kid is inhuman.
This is definitely a third-tier wind-element spell. This is no ordinary Taoist priest from Shangqing Temple. He is clearly a direct disciple of a major sect who has come out to gain experience!
"Who...who exactly are you?" Xiong Kui's voice was trembling.
Zhang Lin landed, his iron sword pointing diagonally at the ground, the tip of the sword untouched by blood.
He did not answer Xiong Kui's question, but said calmly, "Your Black Wind Society has been bullying rogue cultivators in Qingyun Town for many years. Today you've run into my hands. It's just that justice has served its purpose."
Xiong Kui's expression shifted rapidly. Suddenly, he gritted his teeth, took out a talisman from his pocket, and crushed it violently.
A beam of red light shot into the sky, exploded in the bamboo forest, and turned into a blood-red firework that lingered for a long time.
"I've already sent the signal," Xiong Kui said sternly. "Master Xiong is nearby and will be here in a moment. If you know what's good for you, you can still leave now."
Zhang Lin glanced at him and shook his head.
You can't fool people.
His voice was calm as still water, as if stating a perfectly ordinary fact: "If Master Xiong were really nearby, he wouldn't be talking so much nonsense. You're bluffing and trying to buy time."
Xiong Kui's expression changed completely.