Chapter 132：Lin Feng's Sword

"Go as far as it takes to get there!" 

The voice with a chilly tone reverberated in the space. The sinister smile on the back-sword-wielding youth's face vanished and was replaced by sharpness. His gaze seemed to have transformed into a sword, extremely sharp. 

"Once again, I'm giving you one last chance. Twelve medium-grade Yuanstones. Take them, or don't take them!" 

A faint voice emerged from the back-sword-wielding youth's mouth. A gust of cold swordsmanship energy surged forth from his body, and a powerful swordsmanship blast rushed towards Lin Feng. 

"Knightly cultivation." 

The crowd not far away paused for a moment. The sword energy emanating from this person was as pure and intense as that of Lin Feng. This person might very well be the owner of the Sword Spirit Soul Ability. He is skilled in swordsmanship and has a powerful attacking ability. 

"Do you think that just by your swordsmanship, you can be so overbearing and contemptuous of others? Swordsmanship is not something exclusive to you alone." 

The young man spoke again. When his words ended, a vast and powerful sword energy surged out ferociously. The entire space reverberated with the roar of swords once more. The desolate and cold sword spirit permeated everyone. 

Power is omnipresent and vast and powerful; the sword's momentum breaks through everything and extinguishes all that is desolate and bleak. 

The young man carrying a long sword has a stronger cultivation level than Lin Feng. He is a powerful cultivator at the level of the Fourth Stage of the Spirit Martial Realm. Moreover, like Lin Feng, he possesses the sword momentum. No wonder he is so domineering. He dared to wait outside for Lin Feng to insert the crystal into the groove, and then threatened him with words. 

If Yunlin Feng refuses to hand over the Yuan Stone, he can simply take over Lin Feng's cultivation room and continue his cultivation there. 

"Fortunately, I didn't manage to seize the cultivation room just now." 

Everyone secretly felt relieved in their hearts. Even if they had defeated Lin Feng and seized the cultivation room, they would still be the prey of others. If they were to deal with Lin Feng, they would still be willing to fight. However, when it came to this young man with the sword hanging on his back, they didn't even have the desire to fight. They were at the level of the Spirit Martial Realm at the fourth stage, and even with the sword power, they couldn't withstand them. 

Likewise, Lin Feng is bound to lose. Now, it is unknown what Lin Feng will do. 

"You're right. You think that relying on your swordsmanship alone, you can be overbearing and contemptuous of others?" 

Lin Feng responded to the other party's words and then stepped forward, brandishing the fatal sword and causing a slight tremor in everyone's hearts. 

Under such circumstances, Lin Feng did not consider giving Yuan Shi or giving up the cultivation chamber. Instead, he resorted to the most straightforward approach: fight! 

The young man wielding the sword in his hand was equally stunned. Apparently, he hadn't expected that when facing him, Lin Feng would dare to fight back. 

"By seeking your own doom, then I'll make your sword unable to be drawn from your body from now on." 

With a cold smile, the young man's long sword hanging behind him rang out with a clang, roaring outwards. A golden glow flashed, the sword's aura was dazzling, colliding with the Death-Dealing Sword. A golden clang resounded. 

"Golden Sword!" 

The long sword carried by the young man with a sword hilt was actually golden, extremely luxurious. And the sword techniques he used were equally dazzling. 

"Torrent of swords from all directions." 

Fei Jianqing shouted loudly, and instantly golden霞光 filled the entire sky and earth, shining into every corner. The space was not very spacious to begin with, and now it was completely enveloped by the霞光, leaving no room for any gaps. 

"Such splendid swordplay! I couldn't even withstand one of your moves." 

Some people at the level of the Fourth Stage of the Spirit-Defending Realm shivered inwardly. This young man with the sword hanging from his back truly deserved to be proud of himself. 

Lin Feng, it's all over. If the space were spacious, it would be a bit easier. But in this cramped space, Lin Feng has no way out. There's no place to hide. He's completely at the mercy of the situation. 

"I'm going to make you understand what a sword-wielding cultivator is." 

After the momentary pause of drawing the sword, the young man holding the sword with a smile said, his voice cold and haughty, as if he was lecturing the younger generation. 

A torrent of swords descended from the sky, blocking off every corner. 

Lin Feng was caught in the torrent of sword rain. His body didn't deliberately dodge. His eyes were calm and serene, without any trace of disturbance. 

The sword energy released by Lin Feng vanished abruptly. In just an instant, it vanished from existence, leaving no trace at all. 

"Are you conceding defeat already?" 

The crowd sensed that Lin Feng's swordsmanship was gone from the space. Their gazes tightened slightly. This young man wielding the sword was extremely competitive. With just one move, he made Lin Feng even suppress his swordsmanship. It seemed that he knew there was no chance to parry this sword strike. So he gave up and let Lin Feng off with a lenient attitude. 

Not only the crowd, but even the young swordsman was stunned for a moment. At such a critical moment, Lin Feng had actually suppressed his sword power? 

A faint smile of pride appeared on the corner of his mouth. He too controlled the sword stance, but there was still a gap. Take Lin Feng and him as an example. 

However, the proud smile on the face of the young man with a sword in his hand didn't last long. His gaze slightly stiffened. 

At this moment, an extremely restrained and profound aura of the sword locked his body firmly in place. 

"Is this...?" 

The young man with the sword in his hand's pupils contracted for a moment. Suddenly, the sword's aura grew increasingly intense, almost suffocating him. 

This is a sword that is exclusively for him. It combines sword-stance, sword-mind and sword-energy into one seamless entity. 

His gaze turned to Lin Feng. The young man with the bound sword saw that Lin Feng's pupils remained so calm, yet there was a sharpness of the sword within the calmness. His heart couldn't help but tremble slightly. 

"Subtle Sword!" 

The young man wielding the sword is a swordsman. This sword strike is such that the sword's momentum converges into a single point. The momentum, the qi (vital energy), and the intention are all integrated into one. How could he fail to recognize it? This is a subtle sword technique. 

Lin Feng, even though he was once a powerful warrior, has now become a mere commoner. He has mastered the Art of the Sword of the Minor Perfection. What an astonishing talent he possesses! 

Once the subtle sword is drawn, no matter how powerful the opposing force is, it can never be stopped. 

Lin Feng's seemingly unremarkable, unadorned single sword strike, which was as simple as it was powerful, shattered the sword rain that had been falling all over the place, creating a hole in the sky. 

Within a confined space, that fatal strike from the young swordsman was truly impossible to evade. It sealed off every part of his body. But Lin Feng, why did he need to dodge? 

Seeing this scene, the crowd shuddered all over. 

How could that be? 

Lin Feng, that ordinary and unremarkable sword strike, however, shattered everything and toppled the extremely magnificent sword rain. It pierced the young man who was wielding the sword. 

"Back off." 

The young man wielding the sword in a negative manner saw his face contort in shock. His sword had already been swung out. It was impossible for him to retract it instantly and then launch a powerful attack. At this moment, the "Inferior Sword" had already arrived. He simply couldn't withstand it. 

A powerful and domineering sword qi burst forth directly from Lin Feng's sword tip and landed on the young man with the broken sword, causing his body to tremble and freeze in place. 

Meanwhile, Lin Feng's sword also reached his chest. 

All eyes were fixed there. It was indeed only one move. But contrary to what they had expected, it was Lin Feng who made the move. He defeated the young man with the broken sword in just one move, and it was a complete defeat. At this moment, the life of the young man with the broken sword was in Lin Feng's hands. 

"Given your current level of ability, how dare you bluster and claim to teach me what a swordmaster is like?" 

Lin Feng spoke calmly, "I'm sorry." The face of the young man with the bound sword was stiff and he was speechless. 

Indeed, he has reached the fourth stage of the Lingwu Realm, which means he has merely mastered the sword momentum. However, Lin Feng is already at the third stage of the Lingwu Realm and has already been able to gather the sword momentum and focus it into one point. From a forceful momentum, it has entered a minute state, with the destructive power increasing by several times. In front of Lin Feng, how could he have the nerve to say such arrogant words? 

"Your sword is not a sharp-edged one but a sword of blind recklessness. It is arrogant and pretentious. You have no right to be called a Swordmaster." 

Lin Feng's voice was calm. In his opinion, a sword cultivator should constantly strive for the peak, be sharp and capable of destroying everything, have aspirations to soar to the clouds, not be arrogant towards others, but not be afraid of anything. 

A swordsman should possess the mightiness, sharpness and conviction of a sword. Without a sword, nothing can be broken; without a sword, nothing can be impervious to attack. 

With one stroke of the sword, the whole world trembles in fear. One mustn't think about the consequences. 

"How do you plan to deal with me?" 

It seemed that the other party no longer listened to Lin Feng's words. Their gaze was fixed on Lin Feng's eyes, only concerned about how Lin Feng would deal with him. 

Looking at the young man with the sword in his hand, Lin Feng shook his head. "You just boasted so arrogantly just now. If you were a true swordsman pursuing martial arts, even if your methods were a bit despicable, I would have spared you. But you have let me down so much. You are just a pitiful and despicable swordsman who has no respect for others. You are not worthy of holding the sword anymore." 

As Lin Feng finished speaking, a brilliant light flashed and his long sword swung. In an instant, a shrill cry echoed through the space. It was seen that the arm of the young man holding the sword was severed by Lin Feng's single sword strike. 

"Such ruthlessness, such decisiveness!" The crowd was trembling all over, their bodies shaking. Fortunately, they hadn't provoked Lin Feng earlier. This guy is truly terrifying. 

Seeing the other person's bloodshot and enraged eyes, Lin Feng said calmly, "Don't look at me like that. It was you who said that just now. You wanted my sword to be unable to be drawn from my body from now on. What I did was exactly as you imagined. If you were kinder in your heart, I wouldn't have cut off your arm. So, if you want to hate, then hate your own base and cruel nature." 

Lin Feng said indifferently, then turned around and stepped directly into the cultivation room. He didn't bother to look back at the other person anymore. 

When everyone heard Lin Feng's words, they all nodded in agreement. Exactly, if we look at it from another perspective, if Lin Feng lost to the opponent, the outcome would probably be that Lin Feng lost his arm. Lin Feng, he wasn't cruel. He merely returned what the opponent wanted to give him to the opponent.