Immortality Through Array Formations-Chapter 2217 - 1032: Blood of the Qilin (3)

Cheng Mo and Situ Jian dared not face its edge.

The outer city gate was breached, Taixu Gate retreated steadily, falling back to the inner city.

The inner city stood tall, above the city gate, five-colored spiritual power circulated, formation patterns flickered with deep high-level brilliance.

No less than five sets, Five Elements defensive type, Second Grade Nineteen Patterns High-Level Formation.

And amidst the city walls, Mo Hua sat on the ground, his expression slightly solemn.

In front of him lay three Tai’a Spirit Swords for divine sense control, for long-range assassination.

Separated by a wall, both sides confronted each other.

One side had a top sect, top bloodline Heavenly Talent, Jinlin Bloodline Swordsmanship.

The other side was the Formation Leader, Second Grade High-Level Formation, and had the peculiar divine sense sword control.

In everyone’s hearts, there was a tightening feeling.

They knew, this sword discussion had only now truly begun.

Taixu Gate, for the position among the Four Great Sects, would inevitably fight to the death.

The old grievance between Qian Taoist Sect and Taixu Gate would be settled together.

This was a sword discussion eagerly awaited by everyone.

But the subsequent development was unsatisfactory.

Qian Taoist Sect, or rather Shen Linsu, was truly too strong.

By comparison, Taixu Gate appeared "fragile and weak"...

The disciples of Taixu Gate could not resist Shen Linsu.

Mo Hua’s formations, and "sword control," equally achieved little.

His flying sword, controlled by divine sense, rose before him, with a point of Mo Hua’s finger, it burst forth, tracing a dim light, headed straight for Shen Linsu’s heart vessel.

This flying sword was fast, accurate, and strong.

But this was not the first time Mo Hua had used sword control.

The process of his sword control had long been recorded in detail, studied over and over again.

Even some methods of breaching it had been thoroughly researched by the Elders of Daoist Law, simultaneously updated in the "Rules for Mo Hua ・ Sword Control Chapter".

Sword control relies heavily on "surprise".

The more surprising, the harder to guard against, and the stronger the lethality of the flying sword.

Conversely, the more anticipated and guarded, the threat of long-distance "assassination" by sword control greatly diminishes.

Especially against someone like Shen Linsu, a top Heavenly Talent.

Mo Hua’s flying sword, halfway upon its journey, was detected by Shen Linsu.

Shen Linsu’s expression was indifferent, his longsword cleaved, splitting a Purple Gold Sword Qi, intercepting Mo Hua’s flying sword.

The flying sword exploded upon impact.

But Mo Hua’s flying sword was still too fast, approaching within a hundred feet of Shen Linsu before exploding.

The flying sword exploded, the sword array self-destructed, the propelled sword qi, along with the shattered spirit sword fragments, spread around, engulfing Shen Linsu.

Yet when the smoke cleared, Shen Linsu was unharmed.

A protective barrier of spiritual power surrounded his body.

On his skin, faint golden mysterious patterns intertwined, flashing briefly.

Bloodline of the Qilin protected him.

The residual sword qi from the sword control explosion couldn’t hurt Shen Linsu at all, nor could it break the golden patterns on him.

Afterwards, Mo Hua’s two attempts at sword control were similarly thwarted by Shen Linsu.

Mo Hua’s formations couldn’t stop Shen Linsu either.

The Second Grade Nineteen Patterns High-Level Formation was indeed indestructible, but that was for Foundation Establishment cultivators, even general Foundation Establishment talents.

Top talents are not included.

Especially, Shen Linsu’s sword qi, augmented by bloodline, seemingly approached the might of a "Golden Core".

Mighty Purple Gold Sword Qi struck repeatedly on Mo Hua’s formations.

The formations trembled, the formation patterns dimmed, the city gate continued to shake.

And Shen Linsu’s spiritual power resembled a vast ocean, endless and uninterrupted.

Finally, all of Mo Hua’s high-level formations were shattered by Shen Linsu.

The city gate collapsed, shattering into fragments.

Qian Taoist Sect attacked into the inner city, targeting the City Lord statue.

Cheng Mo and the others gritted their teeth to block, but were not a match for these Heavenly Talents of Qian Taoist Sect.

Soon, Cheng Mo, Situ Jian, Ouyang Xuan, one by one, "perished".

Linghu Xiao, having experienced a series of sword discussion duels, had both his swordsmanship and mindset transformed.

Now with his own strength, he was able to confront Shen Linsu directly for a few moves.

But even so, it was clearly still far from enough.

Very soon, Linghu Xiao also succumbed, defeated by a move of Purple Qi Jinlin Sword Move, losing his life...

This one-sided sword discussion was quite tragic.

So far, Taixu Gate only had Mo Hua left.

With a face like a jade, Shen Linsu walked slowly towards Mo Hua.

Mo Hua also calmly looked at him.

The two finally faced each other directly in the sword discussion arena for the first time.

Despite battling fiercely, Shen Linsu remained spiritually abundant, his aura prolonged, his face unchanged, his gaze carried a hint of aloofness that overlooked all.

Until now, he hadn’t spoken a word during the sword discussion.

Yet at this moment, facing Mo Hua alone, Shen Linsu’s indifferent gaze could not be restrained as he slowly opened to speak:

"Is this your formation?"

"Is this your sword control?"

"Is this the legacy of your Taixu Gate?"

"Is this... your strength?"

"With just this, you come for a sword discussion?"

"Put in some small effort, use some underhanded tricks, winning against those ordinary talents, does it make you happy?"

Mo Hua remained silent without speaking.

Shen Linsu’s face showed disappointment, "Enough, it’s like playing the lute to a cow..."

His voice was plain, yet carried a hint of sharpness, "Without enough calibre, you can’t stand above."

"The position among the Four Great Sects is not something your Taixu Gate can covet."

"The sword discussion conference is not where you belong, you might as well go be the Formation Leader, draw your formations..."

"Now..."

Shen Linsu raised his long sword, the sword tip wrapped in purple gold sword aura, directly aimed between Mo Hua’s brows, "Will you die by yourself or prefer to fall under my sword?"