C2176 This Is Not Your Sword

The sword slashed out like a meteor, slicing through the dark sky and creating a ravine of light and darkness between the heavens and earth!

The sword aura was like snow, scattering pieces of the world, and under this biting cold sword aura, the corpse aura that covered the entire world, and seemed as if it was going to tear the entire world into pieces, suddenly became as weak as bean curd, and when the sword aura came in contact with the sword aura, it was instantly torn apart and turned into nothingness!

Although there were tens of thousands of strands of power of karma, with such simple and brutal power, all of them could no longer be considered as a clue because the only thing waiting for them was the result of being torn apart by that power!

Clang! It was as if a thousand heads had been cut into two by a pair of scissors. Suddenly, the sword light spun in circles around the world, and the originally vast and boundless corpse aura instantly disintegrated into nothingness!

And after the sword aura had broken through the countless corpse energies, it did not stop at all. It drew out a profound trajectory in the air, and then struck out horizontally in the direction of Feng Hubo!

Once the strike came out, Feng Huobo's already shriveled body staggered backwards several dozen steps before coming to a halt. Then, he suddenly lifted his head and stared straight at Lin Bai!

At this moment, with Feng Huibo's forehead as the starting point, a long scar appeared from above. The skin and flesh separated, and like two mouths of a child, it was a tragic sight to behold, yet it was still the same as before. Amidst the wounds, there was still not a single drop of blood dripping, and only an indescribable stench filled the air.

Even under the scars, one could still see the dense bones under the scars with just the naked eye. Under the attack of the sword aura, the bones were covered with countless cracks, as though they were about to shatter bit by bit! The organs that were covered by the white bones had now completely shattered and were on the verge of turning into a pool of blood that seeped out from the gaps between the bones.

Feng Huibo's face turned even paler. He lowered his head and expressionlessly looked at the long wound on his chest. It was as if he could not understand why such a result was waiting for him.

Lin Bai narrowed his eyes. There was no fluctuation in his emotions. Instead, he was constantly recalling that earth-shattering strike in his heart! He had already felt it a long time ago. Although the Heaven Flying Immortal's attack that contained the Sword Pavilion's secret technique was not bad, it still had a certain flaw.

A long time ago, this feeling wasn't considered obvious, but after the trip to the Karakorum Sacred Grounds, especially after seeing the methods of the green lotus in the illusion, his vision was so broad that it far surpassed that of ordinary people.

However, what exactly was missing in this move, was something that Lin Bai could not figure out. He could only faintly feel that there seemed to be a thin barrier between this move and himself.

"The sword pavilion's sacred art wasn't discovered by those foolish sword cultivators, but it has been grasped by you. What a joke. Those sword cultivators' daily hard training has been in vain. However, they are far inferior to you, a useless master …" And at this time, a hoarse voice came out of Feng Huobo's mouth. It wasn't produced by Feng Huobo, but by the goddess who controlled him!

This woman knew the secrets of the Sword Pavilion! Upon hearing these words, Lin Bai's eyes snapped open, his eyes filled with disbelief. He stared intently at Feng Yuanbo, wanting to see just what was so strange about him!

"Unfortunately, even if you can obtain this Secret Skill, even if you have already reached the 'Transformation' realm, you can only deal with these trash that I have sent to probe you. If I were to arrive in person and the corpse aura shrouds the entire sky, you would not be able to contend against me!"

The sword aura Lin Bai emitted was filled with a destructive aura, and under that power, his body was constantly collapsing. And following this change in his body, it became harder and harder for the Goddess to control it, and the amount of time left to control it also continued to decrease.

Lin Bai slowly opened his eyes as he looked at Feng Huobo with a calm gaze. No, it should be said that the goddess who truly controlled his body was hidden underneath this Feng Huobo's shell. He admitted to projecting the words of the Goddess. Although he had defeated Feng Yuanbo this time, if the Goddess had been here, then this move of his would indeed not be able to have such an effect!

He could feel that there was still a flaw in his strike! Although Feng Huibo's body was already half a corpse and he controlled the corpse aura, he was still lacking something and could not perfectly fuse with the corpse aura!

As for the Goddess of Prophecy, who could control Feng Huibo's body, she could definitely use such a method! If the goddess was here, he would still be lacking in this strike. Although he could still destroy the corpse qi, he wouldn't be able to cut through the more hidden causes and effects!

Unless he was able to break through that barrier and reach the point where he could use the Heaven Flying Immortal's attack even more perfectly, there would be no hope!

"What you lack is not anything else, but a sword! A sword that truly belongs to you! " And at this time, although Feng Huibo's aura was getting weaker and weaker, the smile on his face was getting colder and colder, and his eyes were full of ridicule, as he said indifferently: "As long as you can't find that sword of yours, you'll never be my match!"

He was missing a sword, a real sword that belonged to him! And just as Feng Huobo, or more accurately speaking, the goddess' words came out, Lin Bai's heart suddenly became clear. He finally understood what he was missing!

What he lacked, just like the Goddess had said, was a sword, a sword that belonged to him! This flying sword of his was given to him by the Sword Pavilion Ling Yun. It was a sword that belonged to Ling Yun!

Although this sword had been refined by him, and was also being poured with his own blood, this sword was still called Ling Yun. Although the sword's body was his, its soul still belonged to Ling Yun!

Although the sword was in his hand, it did not belong to him. This was a barrier that he could not understand no matter how much he thought about it! If it was not his own sword, how could it be truly controlled by him, and how could he be called upon to display its full power!

The only way to break that barrier was to refine a real flying sword that belonged to him. Only then would the soul of that sword belong to him. Only then would there be no such a barrier for him to use.

But refining a flying sword was easier said than done. Even in the current Sword Pavilion, the flying swords obtained by the disciples were passed down from generation to generation. The Sword Pavilion had been accumulating knowledge for so many years, but they were unable to get their disciples to refine a flying sword that truly belonged to them. Furthermore, how could he refine a flying sword so easily?

This shackle was not because of one's own inadequacies, but because of the deficiency of this world! He could make up for his own inadequacies, but the inadequacies of the heaven and earth, how could they be made up for in just a short time!

"The battle between us is just the beginning. It's far from over!"

At the same time, Feng Huibo's voice became fainter and fainter. His half-kneeling body, along with the weakening of the goddess' control over him, was constantly becoming stiff. Under the cold energy of heaven and earth, he gradually became like a sculpture!

"When the battle between us truly begins, what awaits you …" At this point, Feng Huibo suddenly raised his head. His eyes were filled with unforgettable cruelty and hatred as he stared straight at Lin Bai. He wanted to use the last of his strength to curse out the most vicious of curses!

However, before he could finish his sentence, Lin Bai's cold voice cut him off.

"Even then, you will still find out that the result you are waiting for is not much different from the one you have now! I am indeed missing my sword, but you have forgotten that I am not a sword cultivator, but a Master Chosen! A sword cultivator uses the sword, but a grandmaster's ability is not the sword. Other than this sword, I have many other methods that can still turn you into ashes! "

Lin Bai's voice was incomparably calm, but it carried a hint of unconcealable confidence! "He is indeed lacking his own sword, and is indeed a soul that cannot wield this sword. However, he has forgotten that he is not a sword cultivator, but a grandmaster!

A sword cultivator could not lack a sword that belonged to him, but a sword master was different. This was because his Dao was not on the sword in the first place!

"You …" The malicious light in his eyes became even more profound, but the clot formed from his five organs had already blocked his mouth, causing the Goddess to be unable to control his body to be able to say a complete sentence. With just a single word, she had exhausted all of his vitality!

With that one word, his struggles became weaker and weaker. His body also started to stiffen up. Under the descent of the snow falling from the sky, he looked like a snow eagle! However, the evil and poisonous aura continued to linger around his body and did not weaken at all. It was as if it had taken root on the ground!

From start to finish, Lin Bai's expression was very cold. No matter what the Goddess said, it did not interfere with his heart. He knew that the end result would be simple. Life and death would be the only thing that mattered!

The snow was still falling, and the world remained silent. However, along the horizon, it was no longer pitch black, and dawn was approaching. Dawn was approaching on tiptoe, and there was already a faint light appearing in the world!

"Ambushing a goddess …" As he gazed at that faint light, Lin Bai's eyes were as cold as snow. He stuttered as he muttered each word.