Published: December 25, 2024
The mysterious rusty sword stood proudly, like a towering deity, looking down upon the world while standing firm in the Sword Intent Tower, constantly expanding its black sword energy under the bombardment of the dark green demon sword.
Boom!
It fearlessly faced the resistance of the dark green demon sword, continuing to devour everything here.
The dark green demon sword grew even angrier, and from within the green sword light emanated waves of furious and violent aura. Suddenly, the long sword's light surged.
Buzz, buzz, buzz, buzz, buzz...
One by one, characters emerged from the demon sword's body. These characters were extremely strange and did not resemble the characters of the Tianwu Continent at all, but each character was like a sword, a killing sword.
A total of over a hundred characters stood proudly in the void, forming over a hundred phantom demon swords, all slicing towards him.
"This is..."
Qin Chen looked in shock at the hundred characters. Although he did not recognize these characters at all, their meanings inexplicably appeared in his mind, each word a gem, exactly the same as the incantations presented by the Demon Sword Sect before everyone entered the demon sword inheritance.
But this time, the incantations were complete, infused with the aura of the great Dao, as if they were to be imprinted in the void, unable to disperse.
Each character was a killing sword, and a total of over a hundred killing swords came slicing down madly.
Clang, clang, clang!
The mysterious rusty sword trembled violently but still stood proudly, and a cold aura erupted from it, as if bringing this Sword Intent Tower to the realm of hell in an instant, unafraid of the attack from the dark green demon sword.
Boom!
The dark green demon sword became even angrier. Clang! The sword light burst forth, and the sword body actually lifted from the ground, a strange long sword flying out, colliding with the mysterious rusty sword in an instant.
Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom!
The two divine weapons clashed violently, like two peerless experts fighting a life-and-death battle. The green and black sword energies intertwined, and every strike seemed capable of splitting a mountain or severing an ocean.
The mysterious rusty sword was entirely black, carrying a mysterious aura, as if it came from the abyss, while the dark green demon sword, surrounded by over a hundred sword bodies, erupted with terrifying killing intent.
"Too terrifying."
Qin Chen and Ji Ruyue’s faces turned as pale as paper, protected by the azure ancient sword, they stared in shock at the scene before them.
This was not two divine weapons clashing; it was like two Nineth Level Martial Gods dueling atop the Tianshan Mountains.
Ji Ruyue glanced at Qin Chen in shock. She was very clear that the somewhat ragged rusty sword was Qin Chen's weapon, and previously Qin Chen had even used it to fight against her.
But Ji Ruyue never expected that the broken sword in Qin Chen's hand could be so terrifying at this moment. This was not a broken sword at all; it was simply the most extraordinary divine weapon of the Tianwu Continent.
Who exactly is Qin Chen?
Terrifying strength, powerful talent, and unfathomable divine weapon—everything left Ji Ruyue stunned and curious, deeply immersed in it.
Little did she know that Qin Chen was equally shocked by the terrifying nature of the mysterious rusty sword. This mysterious rusty sword was something he had obtained from the Five Nations. Although it was excavated from some ancient ruins, he had never anticipated it would possess such terrifying power.
However, at this moment, Qin Chen was paying more attention to the hundreds of large characters in the sky.
As the Sword Master Technique operated, the large characters clearly presented themselves in his mind. Although he could not comprehend the shape of each character, their meanings were clearly imprinted in his mind.
"The extreme of the sword, reversing yin and yang, severing the heavens. The path of the sword holds and fills; it is better to cease than to retain; to grasp it sharply is to not be able to maintain; accomplishments lead to retreat, this is the path of the sword..."