Chapter 200: Chapter 133: Seven Absolute, Seven Transform, Seven Wound Sword!

Ling Beichen’s eyes were filled with murky hues.

Just like the rumors from the outside world, he truly had lost his mind, descended into madness.

Yet he was still sensitive to the intent to kill, his eyes slightly moved and fell on Chu Qing’s saber.

In the next moment, a sharp brilliance suddenly erupted from him.

Like an unsheathed long sword, towering between heaven and earth!

"Taiheng Sword Intent!!"

In front of Luochun Manor, now gathered with many experts, instantly recognized the origin of this Martial Arts.

They came out late, hadn’t seen Ling Beichen make a move, so only now did someone notice his attire and appearance, couldn’t help but exclaim:

"It’s Mad Beggar Ling Beichen!!"

"Why is he here?"

"Is he also here for the Celestial Secret Order?"

"But isn’t he mad? How could a madman long for such treasure?"

"Is the third young master his opponent?"

"Hard to say... Taiheng’s first sword, back then looking over South Ridge, there were only a handful who could surely defeat him, his Seven Extremes Seven Transitions Seven Injuries Sword is a first-rate Secret Technique... Though the third young master’s Martial Arts are advanced, I’m afraid he hasn’t reached the level to contend with him."

"That was Ling Beichen twenty years ago, now... having wasted twenty years, he might not have the same glory as before!"

The sound of discussions rose and fell.

And standing before Chu Qing, Ling Beichen had already made his move.

He used his finger as a sword, a sharp point, suddenly closed in on Chu Qing.

Sword Qi ran like a dragon, seemed to aim directly at Chu Qing’s heart, yet actually enveloping his entire body.

Chu Qing raised his eyes, a flash of divine light in his gaze, saber edge sprinted, in an instant, seemed to possess countless transformations.

As soon as he made a move, it was attack versus attack.

In a flash, the clashing sounds roared into ears, and in the blink of an eye, the two figures were entwined together.

The onlookers watched intently, only feeling that their saber techniques and sword techniques had reached a level incomprehensible to ordinary people.

Ling Beichen apparently hadn’t wasted these twenty years either; he used his finger as a sword, used Qi to defend against the enemy, sword brilliance flickered no weaker than a three-foot cyan blade.

Sword techniques varied complexly, adapting effortlessly.

Then look at Chu Qing, his saber technique was inclusive and adaptable, complementing and unifying both orthodox and unorthodox.

Attacking the orthodox, cutting the unorthodox.

Adding change within changes, manifesting oddities amidst oddities.

The skillfulness of both made everyone present watch attentively, wishing they could memorize every response of the two people.

Such a clash of experts, any single move, if comprehended, would be no less than years of arduous practice.

Yet at this moment in the field, Chu Qing’s eyebrows furrowed slightly.

It’s not that Ling Beichen’s Martial Arts were too high for him to handle... he just felt, Ling Beichen’s condition was too peculiar.

Even though his sword technique was advanced, it flowed freely as if clouds and water.

But within this ’flowing water’, there seemed to be a separation, an indescribable and mystical thing.

Making Chu Qing feel, this person in front of him was not this person.

But rather someone borrowed his body and Martial Arts to spar with him.

Yet because of insufficient comprehension of Martial Arts, unable to unleash its original power.

As an assassin, Chu Qing didn’t really care about such things.

Just recently, he had been studying this very set of [Sixteen Paths of Shocking Evil Saber], the more progress he made, the more he inexplicably felt pity for the opponent during this duel.

Such thoughts in the past, Chu Qing would even find laughable.

How could an assassin feel pity for the target?

But the thought lingered in his mind, like a thorn in the throat, needing to be expressed.

In the instant, Chu Qing’s saber edge turned, cold air emanating from the blade, sharpness entering and turning, raising a large saber brilliance with a sound.

As this saber brilliance appeared, it traveled along the ground, where it passed, frost spreading in all directions.

Ling Beichen’s forehead tumor became increasingly crimson, threads of fresh blood stretched within, linking five senses, midst seemingly blood flowed, pulse beat, making his expression more ferocious.

Layer upon layer of Sword Qi swirled around him.

These Sword Qi seemed like shadows following form, moving as he pleased, all in sword practice.

With a twist of his form, like a giant spinning top, Sword Qi turned with intention, condensed to the fingertip.

Then a muffled sound was heard.

Saber brilliance and Sword Qi collided, between four sides like stars drifting through a waterfall, erupting bursts of saber brilliance and Sword Qi, and all over cold frost.

Ling Beichen’s Inner Strength was inherently slightly weaker compared to Chu Qing, plus after this exchange, further reduced, during this move exchange, his form was involuntarily shaken back several steps.

Just about to rally, in the mist another figure flew through the air, flipping a single palm, dragon roar suddenly echoed through heaven and earth!

Soaring Dragon in the Sky!!!

Chu Qing’s move this time differed from before.

Inner Power flowed even more, palm momentum unleashed, everywhere resounded with dragon roars, vast Palm Force shook all around, as if Divine Dragon descending, unstoppable force!!

This time Ling Beichen didn’t use old tactics, instinctively wanting to evade... however Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms though lacking many changes, its power was immense.

Even knowing how to evade, yet forcefully drawn by Palm Force, hard to avoid.

One retreat in step, trouble foretold.

But thinking to rally once more, already too late.

Just heard a thud.

Chu Qing’s palm landed on Ling Beichen’s forehead, directly hitting the tumor.

He always felt this tumor was too peculiar, suspected Ling Beichen’s loss of sanity was related to it.

Simply because it didn’t feel satisfying enough, he delivered a palm strike to see if he could destroy the tumor.