Chapter 1281: Not at a Loss

In a mere half-quarter of an hour, Su Xin had clashed with Master Shidaoxuan for over a thousand moves, yet he didn't manage to gain the slightest advantage.

The people of Shaolin Temple also let out a sigh of relief. Now they could rest easy; Su Xin posed no threat to them.

However, just as time was about to run out, Su Xin's aura, which had been at its lowest ebb, suddenly began to climb rapidly. A might both divine and demonic surged around him, reaching a level that induced changes in the heavens—yin and yang, unpredictably mutating.

In mid-air, Su Xin abruptly extended a finger, but no one felt it was just a finger—it should have been a sword!

As Su Xin made a sword of his fingers, the black and white Sword Qi turned into a hazy fog, merging into one. With the fall of Su Xin's sword finger, he brandished a wondrous form of swordsmanship.