Deliveryman of the Heaven

Failing to succeed, Lin Qijian no longer crossed his arms over his chest and chose to hold the sword in his right hand.    

The long rainbow sword in Lin Qijian's hand began to emit a trembling sword hum. Behind him, the faint shadow of a black treasured sword could be seen, exuding an astonishing sword aura.    

The crowd burst into exclamations.    

"I heard that the Arclight Demon Mountain Range has raised some ancient sword spirits for generations, so the Lin Clan disciples can choose a suitable sword spirit as their second Fate Soul. This black treasure sword should be their second Fate Soul!"    

Swoosh!    

Lin Qijian struck out once more.    

This time, instead of hitting empty air, he stabbed his sword into the ground.    

An unparalleled Sword Qi rushed into the ground, like a poisonous snake flying underground, ripping the hard stones of the stage, sweeping towards Weiqing.    

Lin Qi Jian was not stupid as well. He knew that Weiqing's judgement was extremely strong, and was faster than his attack speed, so when his sword did not work, he would not waste the second sword strike. Instead, he chose to attack underground. Due to the obstruction from the rocks, the killing power of the Sword Qi would be weaker, and the killing point would be harder to grasp. But at the very least, this way, he could avoid being observed by the naked eye.    

Weiqing laughed, the iron rod in his hand stabbed into the ground, and an extremely powerful force rushed into the ground.    

Instantly, the center of the arena exploded.    

"Hehe, your battle awareness is too poor." Weiqing shook his head.    

Lin Qijian sneered and said, "I still have five sword moves left."    

Lin Qijian leapt high into the air, thrusting the treasured sword in his hand in a balanced manner like a celestial flying immortal. Although his posture was graceful, his might was not as swift and violent as the previous two sword strikes.    

Weiqing frowned.    

There was no way Lin Qijian would have the chance to harm him.    

Then why did Lin Qijian waste such a sword strike?    

Since the Lin Clan was famous for killing the enemy with seven strikes, then Lin Qijian naturally would not waste every opportunity to make a move. Every time he made a move, his purpose would be the same.    

Boom! *    

A sword attack.    

Weiqing's Dragon Seizing Hand was unleashed, immediately grabbing hold of the Rainbow treasure sword's edge. After that, he explosively retreated until he reached the edge of the arena before stopping.    

At this time, a ray of sword aura was flying toward Weiqing's throat, and it was just a hair's breadth away from the slit in his throat.    

This caused Weiqing to break out in a cold sweat.    

This Lin Clan's sword technique was indeed rather proficient.    

Lin Qijian's sword attack just now could be said to be filled with hidden killing intent. This sword attack was indeed average, but in truth, this sword strike contained an invisible sword energy that was condensing on the edge of the sword. Once the opponent received it, the sword might seem to dissolve, but the sword tip would immediately trigger a second attack.    

Regarding this potential danger, Weiqing also did not sense it too much.    

However, Weiqing was very clear that Lin Qijian would definitely not waste this strike for nothing.    

Dodging the second blade energy was purely luck.    

Although he would not die, he would definitely suffer a great loss to his vitality. After all, his throat was one of the core parts of the human body.    

"You're so lucky!"    

Lin Qijian was a little taken aback, but more importantly, he was unwilling to accept it.    

He hated himself for hesitating for so long; otherwise, not to mention injuring even the tiniest hair on Weiqing, he could have injured him.    

Lin Qijian had missed an opportunity to become famous with a single sword strike.    

What was the fastest way to become famous?    

Of course, the more he defeated a famous opponent, the more famous he defeated, and the faster his fame would rise.    

Who wouldn't want to defeat Weiqing in the stage?    

All of the participants from Southern Star Domain thought so.    

After all, after Weiqing came to the Tianqin Sea, he had created a series of records that were difficult to reach, and vaguely had the name of this year's number one of the Southern Star Domain Seven Academies, and also the number one of the Fighting Techniques Conference. With such a great reputation, if Lin Jian was able to heavily injure Weiqing, then he would become a big project. This matter would be enough for him to boast for his entire life.    

Weiqing chuckled: "You still have four more strikes. As I said before, if you can't hurt me, I'll kill you!"    

Lin Qijian sneered, "You won't have that chance."    

Lin Qijian suddenly opened his mouth and swallowed the longsword. This scene was akin to a magic trick.    

As for the black devil sword behind Lin Qi Jian, it slowly turned into a blood red sword. Lin Qi Jian's eyes turned red as he pointed at Weiqing and shouted in a hoarse voice, "Kill him!"    

"Yes, master!"    

The blood sword replied.    

The blood sword then shot out from behind Lin Qijian, blooming in midair. One minute two, two minutes four, four points eight …    

In the blink of an eye, the blood sword was split into thirty-two blood swords!    

"Kill!"    

Lin Qijian shouted.    

Instantly, the thirty-two blood swords enveloped Weiqing, compressing the space of the stage infinitely.    

Weiqing took a deep breath, he utilized his own movement skills and his prediction ability to the extreme, and went back and forth in the sword rain, leaving behind afterimages!    

This time, other than not retaliating, Weiqing had already taken out all of his strength.    

Fortunately, Weiqing's soul had undergone a transformation and his ability to sense danger had increased by a lot. Adding the ability of the Eye of Heaven to his prediction, Weiqing was only able to avoid the berserk attacks of the thirty-two Flying Sword under the waves of admiration! With such strength, the berserk attacks of the thirty-two Flying Sword were not able to stop Weiqing.    

However, Lin Qijian's face paled as he quickly recalled all thirty-two Flying Sword back into the sky.    

After all, controlling thirty-two Flying Sword at the same time consumed a lot of mental energy.    

The power of this wave of sword rain was that when the opponent was a little confused, they would try to kill them. If they could not kill them, they would have to stop, because they had to control so many Flying Sword.    

"That's right, you still have three sword strikes!"    

Weiqing smiled as he looked at Lin Qi Jian, shook his head and said, "It's such a pity, with your strong mental strength, after learning so many moves, you still can't get the hang of it. It's better to just cultivate your sword, to cultivate to the extreme, that's even more frightening!"    

Lin Qijian mocked, "What, you still want to be my Master?"    

Weiqing laughed: "Forget it, I will not accept such a stupid disciple. For the Lin Family to have a genius like you, it is the Lin Family's honor to have them. Unfortunately, they have misguided you, so today you are dead for sure."    

Weiqing had to admit, Lin Qi Jian was a genius swordsman.    

It was a pity that he had studied the Lin Clan's Seven Swords very well, but he had not cultivated them to their limits. Therefore, Lin Qijian could only be a sword expert, and not a sword genius. If Lin Qijian had not learned seven sword strikes from a young age, just learning any one of these seven sword strikes would be enough for him to become a god amongst his peers. After all, within the seven sword strikes of the Lin Clan, every move and might was impeccable.    

"Then, how about you test the power of my sword strike?"    

Lin Qi Jian was obviously angered by Weiqing, he did not have the patience to wait for the seventh strike, he planned to use his killing move.    

The thirty-two swords once again flew towards Weiqing.    

This strike did not look any different from the previous one.    

However, Weiqing noticed that Lin Qi Jian's body was getting fainter and fainter, as though she was about to melt into the air.    

The moment the 32 blood swords rushed towards Weiqing, Weiqing felt that they were not blood swords, but 32 Lin Qi Jian were charging towards him?    

Eye of Heaven s would definitely not see wrong!    

"Crap!"    

Weiqing suddenly realised what Lin Qi Jian was trying to do.    

He wanted to use 32 blood swords to self-detonate, which was the equivalent of 32 Lin Qijian self-detonating!