The roaring golden mace was so majestic that an unimaginable pressure suddenly appeared in the world. It made everyone's bodies sink and made the bewildered Lin Yuexian's legs tremble and he wanted to kneel to the ground.
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Under the ring, a muscular man wearing a thundercloud robe, with silver lightning arcs flashing in his eyes, looked at Lin Yige slightly and said casually: "Brother Lin, your clan members seem to be in a very embarrassed state!"
Lin Yige was silent. He didn't look in that direction anymore. From the moment Lin Yuexian chose Yuan Chen, he no longer had hope for him. This was simply an act of overestimating one's own capabilities.
Lei Lin smiled coldly and didn't say much. Yuan Chen was a genius who was qualified to compete with them. Lin Yuexian wanted to challenge him. He was really humiliating himself!
On the other side, Lin Zixuan's eyes flickered. When he looked at the Ziyang Sword Spirit, he felt familiar and even kindred with the same origin!
Just as he was guessing, the old voice in his body appeared again, "Huh?! Boy Lin, the bloodline of the boy in white is actually from the same origin as yours. It's weird. His bloodline is actually several times richer than your father's."
Times, could it be that your clan is a side branch?"
Lin Zixuan's mind trembled. This news was like a bolt from the blue. He originally thought that the Lin family was just a small family in Sunset Town, but he didn't expect that the source was actually the Lin family in the imperial city!
"I see, Mr. Lin, I always feel that your Dark Demon is incomplete, as if something is missing. Looking at it now, your Dark Demon and the boy in white, Ziyang Sword Spirit, are both sword types born from the inherited sword spirit. No wonder
The level of cultivation you gain every time you summon is too little." The old man sighed, his tone seemed to be filled with regret.
"It's a pity that I sent a ray of original power to transform your sword spirit. Alas! I regret it." The old man complained, regretting it very much.
Lin Zixuan ignored it. He didn't believe that this old man would help him for no reason. With his vicious and experienced eyes, he might have known about his sword spirit. The reason for all this might be the deal his father made with him.
"Senior, are there strong and weak sword types?" Lin Zixuan asked respectfully. His sword type was prepared for him by Lin Tian, while Lin Jianchi's sword type was provided by Lin Hu. Even Lin Xinghui also had his own.
Sword type, but she didn't use it as a blood spirit.
"Yeah! That's right. I appreciate your modesty, unlike that brat who doesn't have all his hair and stays naked all day long." The old man said with some disgust.
This time, the big-headed baby did not come out to refute, but was surprisingly calm.
"Chaos gave birth to gods and demons, and gods and demons melted all things to forge hundreds of weapons, and the weapons were refined into spirits. The so-called inherited sword spirits are actually the weapon spirits born from the first batch of artifacts born in the world. However, under the influence of countless forces,
Due to the competition and the passage of time, the earlier artifacts have been broken into pieces. Because of their special nature, an independent will was born among the fragments. The monks used unpredictable means to control the ingestion, creating a unique path.
That is a powerful method that can condense bleeding spirits without taking blood seeds."
"Boy Lin, there must be fragments of swords in the Lin family in the imperial city, which will give everyone in your Lin family a sword spirit." The old man said solemnly, his eyes flashing with memories.
Lin Zixuan's heart trembled. This person who pioneered the system deserves his respect.
"Tao gives rise to one, two to one, and three to all things. The same is true for the inherited sword spirit. The sword seed it gives birth to has the ability to regenerate. In other words, the source of your sword seed is actually the split of your father's sword seed. However,
This cost is also very huge, after all, each time a sword is condensed, it requires a large amount of energy and spiritual power."
Lin Zixuan's eyes were slightly condensed. Since it was born in one generation and passed down by several generations, the ability of this sword type will definitely be greatly reduced.
The old man continued: "The white-clothed boy's sword seed comes from the inherited sword spirit. The sword body summoned by it is naturally hundreds of times better than your sword seed that has been split countless times. If it hadn't been for the sacrifice of my original source,
With such energy, you may not even be able to summon the Biyu Sword Body."
Lin Zixuan did not deny it. This was a fact. Their side clan was doomed to decline from the time they settled in Luoyi Town and would never be able to raise their heads.
In the void, under the pressure of Yuan Chen's moves, Lin Yuexian's disadvantage became more and more obvious, and the Ziyang sword in his hand became illusory.
"Do you think you are the only one in the Lin family who uses weapons as blood spirits?" Yuan Chen sneered, took hold of the giant mace in his hand, and then struck it straight down.
This terrifying blow caused Lin Yuexian to step back hundreds of steps and reach the edge of the ring.
"Do you know why this rich and prosperous place in the Galaxy Capital has always been controlled by my Yuan family?" Yuan Chen asked, with a touch of pride on his expression.
Lin Yuexian looked at that face, feeling a little panicked. From his cultivation base to his magical powers, he was not as good as Yuan Chen. Even the Ziyang Sword Body, which he was proud of, seemed inferior to the golden mace in Yuan Chen's hand.
This made him very frustrated and gradually lost his desire to fight.
"Because my Yuan family has passed down the mace spirit for generations, which is more powerful than your sword spirit and has advantages that you don't have. Your Ziyang sword body is vulnerable to my golden mace body." Yuan Chen said mockingly, he
As he stepped forward, he swung his giant mace domineeringly and hit Lin Yuexian, causing the latter to vomit blood and fall to the ground.
At this moment, in the void, an old man in black robes shouted coldly, and a terrifying sword energy bloomed from his body, "That's too much!"
At the same time, the tall man sitting in the center just smiled and replied, "It's just a small fight, it won't cause much trouble. This is a battle for the juniors. We, the elders, let them fight."
The face of the old man in black robe was even more gloomy. He saw the latter's perfunctory behavior. What made him most angry was his helplessness. All these explanations were in line with the rules and reasonable.
"Come back." Lin Yige looked at Lin Yuexian, who stood up after falling to the ground, and shouted slightly. This battle made him lose face. It was simply one side being crushed by the other.
Lin Yuexian did not speak, his face was tense, as if he was worried about being scolded, but Lin Yige did not say a word about this, but closed his eyes and meditated after he came back.
On the other side, after Zi Yuan Yu'er was defeated by the man in black robe, Huo Zhu, who had not moved since the first battle, set his sights in the direction of Lin Zixuan. Although Lin Zixuan had an amazing record, he still did not take him seriously.
, to him, Lin Zixuan was like a paper tiger, vulnerable to a single blow.
"Come up, you don't need me to invite you personally, right?" Huo Zhu said coldly. In this battle, he will show all his strength to rush into the front line.
Lin Zixuan did not hesitate at all. After being at ease for so long, it was time for him to take the stage. (To be continued)