Ling Tian Sword God

Chapter 1394: Chapter 1393: The Nameless Swordsman

After no more figures entered, the crack on the Thousand Zhang Giant Sword quickly closed, then slowly disappeared, returning to its original state.

While many figures charged into the Sword Prison and began the challenge, radiant patterns suddenly appeared on the Thousand Zhang Giant Sword, dividing it into eighteen levels.

All of a sudden, in the lowest level region, light shone brightly, and names appeared as if engraved on the Thousand Zhang Giant Sword, each emitting a brilliant glow like stars in the night sky.

Currently, all the names were concentrated in the first level, representing all the strong entrants in the Sword Prison who had just started the first level.

Meanwhile, outside the Sword Prison, there were many spectators who came not to challenge the Sword Prison, but to see which young talents could stand out this time.

Buzz! Buzz!

As everyone was preparing to watch intently, a buzzing sound suddenly echoed from the front, where a light door suddenly appeared in front of the Thousand Zhang Giant Sword, and more than ten figures flew out of it, looking extremely haggard.

Obviously, these people were eliminated at the first level.

”Damn it, how can the swordsmen at the first level be so strong?”

”I underestimated them; I didn’t expect that merely at the first level, their sword could be so fast!”

The faces of the dozen or so eliminated young talents turned ugly, and their eyes were full of regret. It was the first time many of them entered the Sword Prison, either they made mistakes or were too nervous, which led to their elimination at the first level and being transported out.

As this group was eliminated, the light on the Thousand Zhang Giant Sword also flickered suddenly, and in an instant, several names jumped to the second level region, indicating that several had reached the second level of the Sword Prison.

Moreover, the number was rapidly increasing.

In the initial levels, the speed of advancement was very swift, especially Gongben Yeliang, Jue Mingxiang, Yuan Yibo, Snow Princess, and Liusheng Bushou, along with Ling Chen; six of them broke through as if playing a swift melody, advancing at an astonishing pace until they reached the tenth level where their speed slowed down.

The tenth level was their bottleneck, also their performance from their last challenge in the Sword Prison.

What was most surprising to everyone was Ling Chen; it was his first time challenging the Sword Prison, but his speed was nearly on par with the other five. Indeed, living up to the Sword King’s reputation, Ling Chen’s strength was truly extraordinary.

However, whether for Ling Chen or the other five overseas geniuses, the tenth level was a bottleneck, as from the tenth level onwards, it wasn’t just ordinary swordsmen’s intent guarding the Sword Prison but powerful famous swordsmen of Yingzhou.

Beichuan Ye reached the twelfth level, which was already the best position for the younger generation in the Sword Prison, while the others were stuck at the tenth level, unable to advance, highlighting the difficulty.

At this moment, within the Sword Prison, the space of the tenth level.

Ling Chen’s surroundings presented a wide river, the river’s surface vast and boundless. Unable to fly within the Sword Prison space, Ling Chen could only rush forward along the river, the water splashing under his feet, making ”pop” sounds.

Only after a few dozen breaths, a small boat appeared in Ling Chen’s vision. On that small boat stood a handsome middle-aged man, around forty years old, with a long knife over three feet long hanging at his waist, arms folded across his chest, subtle signs of a brewing storm hidden beneath the placid water flow.

”This person seems different from the intent bodies of previous levels?”

Ling Chen’s eyes showed a hint of surprise; clearly, this middle-aged man was very different from the intent bodies in the previous nine levels. Though those intent bodies didn’t have weak swordsmanship, their sword technique lacked spirituality—he easily found flaws. But the man before him readied but didn’t attack, as if becoming one with the surrounding environment and mood, showing no apparent weaknesses.

Seeing Ling Chen’s appearance, the handsome middle-aged man’s face showed no great fluctuations. He was condensed from the sword intent within the Sword Prison, lacking human emotions; they only retained their worldly swordsmanship from when they were swordsmen, while their cultivation was controlled to equal that of Ling Chen.

Swoosh—

The handsome middle-aged man’s right hand was already on the knife’s hilt, slowly drawing the nearly four-foot-long super long knife out. He drew slowly, slower than ordinary swordsmen, seemingly open to attacks. Yet, his knife could strike anytime; he was merely assessing his opponent, even provoking to counteract their offensive actions.

Ling Chen had never seen anyone wield such a long Samurai Sword, yet at that moment, he suddenly remembered a very famous swordsman in Yingzhou’s history.

He no longer remembered the swordsman’s name, but it didn’t erase the man’s impact on Yingzhou’s Sword Way; once a celebrated swordsman, he was famous alongside Master Gongben, until their duel on Rock Flow Island where Master Gongben triumphed, and the legendary swordsman was killed, disappearing thereafter.

Since then, people only remembered Master Gongben’s name, gradually forgetting this swordsman.

However, as a Holy Land of the Sword Way, the Sword Prison would not forget such an outstanding swordsman’s existence, assigning him as the trialist guarding the tenth level.

No wonder Gongben Yeliang and others all failed here.

Just then, the handsome middle-aged man fully drew his long knife, as he slashed during that moment, Ling Chen only felt the fierce blade light approaching, the knife length suddenly extending, and coming at him without warning!

Ling Chen initially intended to retreat to dodge the slash, but realized quickly that the slash seemed infinitely extendable—no matter how fast he retreated, the blade gleam always maintained a close range and then suddenly came to strike.

Clang!

The Thunder Sound Sword emerged from its sheath, clashing with the infinitely extending long knife, sparks flying everywhere.

After Ling Chen blocked the first strike, the handsome middle-aged man retracted the long knife, seemingly shortening back with his hand, but when he swung again, the length extended and hacked at Ling Chen.

”Indeed, a swordsman comparable to Master Gongben!”

Ling Chen had never seen such bizarre swordsmanship, but instead of being frightened, he was pleased—this was exactly the top-level swordsmanship he wanted to experience!

With a toe touch, the water below exploded open, and Ling Chen charged forward once more, sword in hand.