Facing the overwhelming attack from Xuanyin Daoist, Lin Xing gently pinched the tumbleweed in his hand.

Then he saw runes spreading out from his palm, and in the blink of an eye they became dense and covered the entire tumbleweed.

Under the soft and dense effect, the entire tumbleweed seemed to have turned into a pool of extremely flexible mud.

With Lin Xing's light flick, the tumbleweed was pulled into a strip more than ten meters long, like a long whip, sweeping away all the flying stones and hail in front of him.

Then, runes symbolizing strength lit up on the tumbleweed. The tumbleweed, which looked like a long whip just now, suddenly shook. Its outer shell had become extremely hard, flashing with cold light and emitting a metallic luster.

There was a soft "swish" sound.

As the Wind Rolling Sword swept out, the sword shadows in the sky crushed all the hailstones that were bombarding in front of them like cannonballs into pieces.

"Then come again."

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The Xuanyin Taoist who saw this scene was also shocked. He didn't expect that his palm would be broken by Lin Xing.

He was filled with disbelief and was about to speak when he heard Lin Xing say happily, "You only used 50% of your strength? That's great."

With just one man and one sword, they were able to dissolve the overwhelming attack.

Then he saw sword clouds in the sky that were sometimes long, sometimes short, sometimes soft, sometimes hard. No matter whether it was the sand and gravel shooting like bullets, or the hail blowing like cannonballs, or the ice tornado sweeping in, they were all torn apart by the sword clouds that permeated Lin Xing's body and dissipated between heaven and earth.

The other attacks of the Xuanyin Dao people did not stop, the temperature continued to drop, and the entire earth was covered with layers of frost.

And with the blessing of hundreds of sword lights, the sword cloud transformed by the Wind Rolling Sword suddenly burst out with earth-shaking sword intent.

As a ray of sword light rose, the Wind Rolling Sword, with the blessing of the sword light, swept out like a stream of clouds, turning into a sky full of sword clouds that completely enveloped Lin Xing.

Lin Xing's eyes narrowed slightly as he looked at this scene. The scene behind his mind suddenly emerged, and hundreds of sword lights flew out and merged into the Fenggun Sword.

He made a seal with his hands and shouted, "Then I will grant your wish!"

Feeling the strong wind blowing in his face and the lightning dancing like silver snakes, Lin Xing could imagine how powerful this palm that was like the sky falling was.

Boom! Amidst the deafening roar, the sword seemed to have pierced a hole in the sky, piercing through the dark clouds with streaks of lightning in just one blow, and then swept away the dark clouds in the sky with a fierce sweep.

At this moment, bursts of roaring sounds were heard in the sky.

Lightning bolts struck down one after another, and the destructive force seemed to tear the entire sword cloud apart.

The sword cloud grew against the wind, and it suddenly changed from the size of a van to as big as an airplane, and then enveloped Lin Xing's entire body.

Looking at the wind-rolling swords in the air with sword intent rising into the sky, a look of disbelief flashed across Xuanyin Taoist's eyes.

"I wonder how long you can hold out..."

The next moment, a series of sword whistling sounds were heard from the sword clouds in the sky, accompanied by continuous thunder explosions, and waves of air were sweeping towards the Xuanyin Taoist.

Then the sword cloud continued to split, one into two, two into four, four into eight... In the blink of an eye, sixty-four sword clouds appeared in the sky.

Feeling the devastating pressure, Xuanyin Daoren had only one thought in his mind.

As Lin Xing's mind moved, the runes representing Yangmi continued to unfold on the Fenggun Sword.

Xuan Yin, who was watching this scene, couldn't help but sigh softly, nodded and said: "Lin Xing, I never thought that you are so young, but you already have such extraordinary skills. No wonder you act so arrogantly."

Then he saw the Xuanyin Taoist slap out his palm and press down hard on the top of the picture.

Lin Xing felt the hairs all over his body stand on end. He looked up and saw that the lightning in the sky seemed to be about to strike again.

The blazing sword light seemed to illuminate the entire world at this moment.

Just as Xuanyin Taoist was thinking this, he saw the Fenggun Sword that had pierced the giant palm shook slightly.

As Xuanyin Taoist's other hand continued to change the Taoist magic formulas, the spiritual thoughts in Xuanyin's body were rapidly extracted, and the giant palm formed by lightning and dark clouds in the sky was still expanding.

"But how long can you hold out like this? You'd better admit defeat quickly, or you will die under the might of heaven and earth."

The dark cloud that was flashing with lightning had actually turned into a big hand, and with a burst of lightning and thunder, it fiercely slammed down towards Lin Xing. Wherever the big hand passed, the air flow whistled and the hurricane spread, as if the sky had collapsed.

But the sword cloud covering Lin Xing's body was like a layer of iron wall, blocking lightning, tornadoes, hail, flying rocks...all kinds of attacks one by one.

Then a loud rumbling sound was heard above Lin Xing's head.

The Wind-Rolling Sword, wrapped in sword light, soared into the sky, like a peerless swordsman slashing towards the sky.

Hearing Xuan Yin's words of persuasion, Lin Xing nodded and agreed, "Your Taoist method of creating natural disasters is indeed very powerful. I can only hold out for two more hours before you kill me."

The Xuanyin Taoist was slightly stunned: "Fifty... fifty percent?"

The Xuanyin Taoist who was watching this scene was shocked: "What kind of Taoist magic is this? It can actually turn a handful of grass into such a magic weapon? It can be hard or soft, and it combines both hardness and softness."

Then the two sword clouds shook slightly again, and split again into four sword clouds.

Lin Xing's voice also came: "Xuan Yin, you are really powerful. I have used at least 50% of my strength to break your palm just now. How much did you use?"

Under the illumination of lightning, the tornadoes brought up flying sand and rocks and crashed into Lin Xing.

Then part of the sword clouds split again, and the sixty-four sword clouds became one hundred and two sword clouds, reaching the limit that Lin Xing could control temporarily.

As the force suddenly contracted, the solidity just now disappeared without a trace. The next moment, the tumbleweed was torn into two by the sword light and turned into two sword clouds.

Several tornadoes that were still approaching were torn apart in an instant.

The next moment, the Wind-Rolling Sword, which had been changing unpredictably like a dark cloud, rose up, and under the influence of Yang Mi, it expanded rapidly in the blink of an eye.

Boom! Lightning bolts fell from the sky and directly struck the Wind Rolling Sword that had transformed into a sword cloud.

The Taoist in Xuanyin was furious when he heard this: "Are you still being so arrogant?"

"It seems like we've met a worthy opponent today. I don't have to worry about anything anymore."

"This person's Taoist skills are truly terrifying."

Then he stood up suddenly and shouted, "I give up."

The whistling sword cloud suddenly stopped, and Lin Xing looked at him in surprise: "Didn't you just use 50% of your strength? Why don't you fight anymore?"

“You…” The Taoist from Xuanyin looked at the man with a puzzled expression. He sighed deeply, as if he had aged a lot in an instant: “Alas…”

(End of this chapter)