Chapter 19 This Kind of Artistic Conception

"This kind of artistic conception…" On the arena, Lin Ming felt the sword intent bearing down on him, and his heart was similarly shaken. He had felt that Jiang Boyun was extraordinary before, but now that he was experiencing it firsthand, he realized how terrifying the other man was.

"However, I won't admit defeat just like that!" But in an instant, Lin Ming regained his senses, his gaze resolute. Everyone could see his determination, and everyone knew his choice.

Looking at Jiang Boyun, Lin Ming's heart surged with towering battle intent. The Qi within his body was refined to the peak, his muscles and bones rumbled like thunder, and the Qi that erupted was terrifying.

"From the day I set foot on the martial path, I made a vow that one day, I would take my spear, break through the shackles of fate, fight for what belongs to me, and control my own destiny!"

"You are very strong, unbelievably strong, but I will never give up. Even if I am defeated today, I will never stop my steps. I will surpass you, and then pursue the peak of the martial path, to see that ultimate brilliance, to achieve the martial path that belongs only to me!"

Lin Ming's spirit, energy, and essence were refined to the peak, as solid as a rock, but his martial heart was even more shocking. On the vast Seven Profound Valleys Martial Arts Tournament arena, everyone was amazed by his bold aspirations.

"Good!" Jiang Boyun was the first to break the silence, laughing loudly, but his gaze was still sharp as he looked at Lin Ming and shouted, "Lin Ming, use your spear!"

A vast sword intent swept out. With a gentle wave of Jiang Boyun's hand, a cyan storm suddenly swept across the arena, seemingly mixed with countless sword blades, tearing apart the arena and raging out.

Lin Ming flipped his hand, and the Heavy Xuan Soft Silver Spear appeared in his palm. A steady, mountain-like aura suddenly erupted. In an instant, true essence erupted, and a low dragon roar burst out. A Azure Dragon phantom even appeared behind him!

Boom!

Azure Dragon Pierces the Sky, roaring and stirring up the wind and clouds. The Heavy Xuan Soft Silver Spear slammed out, colliding with the cyan sword blade storm. Sparks flew, the sound of clashing metal rang out continuously, and the arena beneath their feet suddenly shook, the rocks riddled with spiderweb-like cracks from the raging energy.

After only one collision, the arena was already half-destroyed. All the Seven Profound Valleys disciples couldn't help but feel chills. This kind of power was terrifying. Was this truly the strength that a Pulse Condensation martial artist could possess?

"Again!" Jiang Boyun's eyes shone brightly as he held his sword and moved, his speed extremely fast. It was a sword step, unique to him, that allowed his speed to far exceed that of ordinary martial artists.

Lin Ming stepped forward and thrust out his spear, the power of the True Dragon attached to it. The vibrating true essence was divided into ten thousand strands, whistling out and colliding with Jiang Boyun's ice-blue sword Qi.

Spear like a dragon, sword like jade. At this moment, the two weapons continuously collided, the ice-blue sword Qi constantly shattering, and the azure true essence constantly dissolving.

But everyone could see that Lin Ming was gradually falling into a disadvantage, while Jiang Boyun's sword intent became even more majestic.

"Bang!"

After a brief exchange, the aftermath of the true essence exploded. The azure true essence on Lin Ming's spear completely dissolved, and he was also sent flying by Jiang Boyun, completely falling into a disadvantage.

However, Jiang Boyun did not take it lightly. He naturally understood the principle of using all his strength even to hunt a rabbit. Without the slightest pause, he stepped forward with his sword, the sword Qi following closely behind. A cyan sword mark streaked across the void, directly slashing towards Lin Ming.

"Refining Power into Silk!" Without time to think, Lin Ming could only hastily condense azure true essence, transforming it into ten thousand strands and thrusting it out.

"Bang!"

A loud noise also came at this moment. The raging true essence directly blasted a deep pit in the entire arena, large and small gravel flying in all directions, and Lin Ming was once again sent flying.

"So strong!"

All the Seven Profound Valleys disciples watched in stunned silence. The two people on the field did not seem like Pulse Condensation martial artists at all. Even some Houtian martial artists would be ashamed of themselves in the face of them.

That kind of combat power far exceeded their imagination!

Beside Jiang Xuan, the Sword Sect elders were smiling so widely that they could not close their mouths. Whether it was Jiang Boyun or Lin Ming, in their opinion, they would both be Sword Sect disciples. How could they not be happy that such two monstrous talents came from the Sword Sect?

On the other side, the strange color in Mu Qinghong's eyes deepened. Sect Master Shi also realized something, and he did not know what to do as he watched the competition on the arena. How could he be willing to send away such two excellent disciples?

On the arena, Jiang Boyun and Lin Ming did not know that their battle had shocked the entire Seven Profound Valleys and amazed countless powerhouses. At this moment, they looked at each other and made a decision.

Lin Ming wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth. At this moment, his body was covered with wounds. Jiang Boyun's sword was terrifying, seemingly composed of countless invisible sword rays. Although it seemed like there was only one sword Qi, there were countless sword rays, even more terrifying than his Refining Power into Silk.

"Senior Brother Jiang, one last move, a final showdown!"

Lin Ming looked at Jiang Boyun and said. In a normal state, he would definitely not be able to win against Jiang Boyun. He could only do his best and use his strongest killing move. If he was defeated even like this, then he would be convinced.

"Good!"

Jiang Boyun also nodded, holding his long sword diagonally, true essence condensed on the sword, and there seemed to be a figure in his eyes evolving peerless sword techniques. At this moment, he was truly going to use his full strength.

In Lin Ming's hand, there also appeared a small, needle-shaped object. If you looked closely, you would find that there was a flood dragon coiled on the steel needle, driving the wind and thunder, seemingly able to shatter everything.

That was actually the manifestation of Lin Ming's Thunder Spirit, possessing unimaginable power, and incorporating the power of the Purple Flood Dragon Divine Lightning. He had previously used it to defeat the number one genius of the Puppet Sect, and everyone knew what kind of power this steel needle possessed.

"Bang!"

In the next moment, the Coiling Dragon Steel Needle shot out from Lin Ming's fingertips, like an invisible, blurry purple light.

Crack!

A three-foot-thick pillar of purple light shot straight into the sky, as if a tribulation thunderbolt had fallen from the Ninth Heaven. The highly compressed lightning power in the Purple Flood Dragon Divine Lightning completely erupted. For a time, thunder rumbled and purple snakes danced wildly!

The power of thunder and the power of fire spun together in reverse. The two extremely violent energies merged in the void, becoming even more violent and turbulent. The terrifying power of thunder and fire raged out, forming a red and purple shock wave that shot out in all directions, all of which was poured onto the light curtain of the protective array!

And that Coiling Dragon Steel Needle also arrived in front of Jiang Boyun. At the critical moment, a sword shadow tore through the void, as if time and space had stagnated, and the void was distorted in this instant, arriving later but striking first.

The vast sword intent seemed to tear apart the firmament. The wind and clouds changed, and there was a faint sound of a sword humming. A sword melody seemed to play in the void, cutting through space, blocking the power of thunder and fire, and directly colliding with the Coiling Dragon Steel Needle.

Clang!

Metal clashed, thunder and fire and sword intent raged, constantly impacting the barrier surrounding the arena. Even though it was set up by the Seven Profound Valleys experts, cracks appeared on it at this time.

Boom!

The storm stopped, and there was a dead silence. Everyone craned their necks, and the two people in the center of the thunder, fire, and sword intent storm finally slowly revealed their figures.

At this moment, Jiang Boyun's clothes were already tattered, and there were faint bloodstains on his body. The cyan long sword in his hand was even more shattered, but in front of him, there was a sword mark that was several feet long. At the end of the sword mark, a Coiling Dragon Steel Needle was stuck in the ground, obviously having been knocked away and smashed into it.

Lin Ming stood on the other side. Although he was prepared, he could not help but be shocked in his heart. This kind of strength was truly amazing.

After a long time, he came back to his senses, looked at Jiang Boyun, and slowly cupped his fists: "Senior Brother Jiang, I have been defeated."

He could see that the sword intent on Jiang Boyun's body had not weakened in the slightest. Although that move had injured him, it was not enough to affect his strength.

But for Lin Ming, that was already his ultimate move. Since this move was ineffective, he had already been defeated.