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At this moment, the blue ancient sword burst forth with a magnificent light. In the instant that Ji Ruyue was in danger, it unsheathed itself autonomously, as if it possessed consciousness.

This sword has spirit!

Buzz!

The sword shadow blurred, and in the astonished gazes of Qin Chen and Ji Ruyue, the blue ancient sword soared into the sky, colliding with the demonic aura released by the dark green long sword, emitting terrifying sword light.

Crackling!

The seventh layer of the void trembled as the two ancient swords intertwined, shooting forth dazzling rays of light never seen before.

"This sealed sword has actually produced a sword spirit?"

Qin Chen exclaimed.

In the Tianwu Continent, treasure weapons are categorized into nine levels, just like martial artists, with the ninth level weapons referred to as imperial weapons.

Above the imperial weapons, however, there are the legendary holy weapons.

Holy weapons can connect with the divine, capable of refining sword spirits and possessing autonomous consciousness, much like heavenly fire, able to give birth to another form of life.

Qin Chen had always thought that the sealed sword in Ji Ruyue's hand was merely an imperial weapon. He never expected it to autonomously defend against enemies and protect its master. Could it actually be the legendary holy weapon?

No!

But immediately, Qin Chen sensed something wasn't right. The blue ancient sword trembled, shielding him and Ji Ruyue from the harm of the dark green demonic sword. However, this resistance was merely instinctive, or perhaps a reflexive action of an imperial weapon stimulated by its kind.

It was not like it truly birthed life.

This sword was not a holy weapon; it still belonged to the category of imperial weapons. However, although it had not birthed a sword spirit, it was only a step away from being a holy weapon, thus it already possessed a certain level of autonomous consciousness.

This was quite normal. A peak imperial weapon, if it had experienced the passage of time and been refined by a strong individual, would naturally develop a phenomenon known as divine connection over time due to the influence of the strong's will. This phenomenon is referred to as spirit transformation.

But spirit transformation is still far from truly birthing a sword spirit.

But, thinking about it, if the sealed sword truly had a sword spirit, Ji Ruyue would definitely know.

Woo woo woo...

As Qin Chen was lost in thought, the sealed sword suddenly let out a mournful wail, trembling as visible runes flickered on its surface, shining brilliantly. Yet, under the erosion of the dark green demonic sword, it continued to shrink, like a lamb facing a fierce beast, desperately protecting its young but powerless to fight back.

It was clear that the sealed sword was no match for the dark green demonic sword.

"Sealed Sword!"

Ji Ruyue exclaimed. She and Qin Chen were now enveloped by the blue sword energy released by the blue ancient sword, avoiding the erosion of the dark green demonic sword. If the sealed sword could not withstand it, both she and Qin Chen would inevitably fall under the darkness of the demonic sword, unable to escape death.

Clang clang clang!

The sealed sword wailed, a layer of hazy green light shrouding its blade, unable to resist.

This was normal; this demonic sword was at the core of the Sword Intent Tower. Since the demonic sword possessed spirit, it was capable of giving birth to such a terrifying storm of sword intent. How could an ordinary imperial weapon compare?

"No, we cannot let the sealed sword continue to resist. Otherwise, if it cannot hold on, Ji Ruyue and I will surely die."

Qin Chen's heart raced as he prepared to summon the Zhenmo Ding to try to resist the power of this demonic sword.

The Zhenmo Ding came from the Tianmo Secret Realm and is an ancient treasure. Although Qin Chen was still unclear about the level of the Zhenmo Ding and whether it could withstand the dark green demonic sword, at this moment, he could only take his chances.

But before he could release the Zhenmo Ding, the mysterious rusty sword in his storage ring suddenly trembled.