Chapter 418 – The Ten Thousand Swords Which This Youthful Teen Fortuitously Encountered (1/2)

Chapter 418 The Ten Thousand Swords Which This Youthful Teen Fortuitously Encountered

Translated by: Hypersheep325

Edited by: Michyrr

Chen Changsheng's face was illuminated by the sword glow, just like the snowy plains.

Zhu Luo's phantasm was right in front of him, standing in the torrential rain and emitting boundless light, just like the image of a god.

An unimaginable pressure, following the advent of the sword, fell upon Chen Changsheng's body and soul.

Of course, his strike was inferior to Liu Qing's strike. Nevertheless, it was also not normal. Confronting this supreme human expert who he had never encountered before or even imagined before, he had naturally used his most powerful attack.

The three swords that Su Li had taught him were all put to use.

The Stupid Sword helped him stand firm in the face of this divine pressure. The Intellectual Sword helped him determine the trajectory of Zhu Luo's attack through the downpour. It must be remembered that this attack was of the Divine Domain, formless and traceless. Perhaps experts of the caliber of Wang Po and Liu Qing could understand it somewhat, but if he did not know the Intellectual Sword, he wouldn't have the slightest possibility of grasping it.

Finally, he set ablaze his true essence and his life and attempted to block this attack.

It was a pity that he had no chance of blocking Zhu Luo's sword, just like how the arm of a mantis could never block a speeding carriage.

Completely according to expectations, the ghostly sword imbued with moonlight overcame the edge of the Dragoncry dagger.

And yet, just as Zhu Luo's sword was about to enter Chen Changsheng's eyes, it was blocked by the sheath of the Dragoncry dagger.

How could a ghostly sword be blocked by a real sheath? Only Chen Changsheng understood what was going on. This was very hard to explain with words. To those spectators watching the battle through the rain, the scene that they saw was:

That ghostly sword had stabbed into the sheath Chen Changsheng was holding with both hands.

The water in the night had two moons and on that stormy street, there were two Zhu Luos. One was real and one was phantasmal, but both of their moons were similarly bright. Both Zhu Luos were similarly strong, their only difference being that one lacked emotion.

When that ghostly sword brimming with moonlight stabbed into Chen Changsheng's sheath, the phantasm of Zhu Luo in front of Chen Changsheng did not change in the slightest, remaining expressionless as ever, releasing light and heat. But at the other end of the street, that Zhu Luo who had suppressed Wang Po's blade into silence had his expression transform from quiet and calm to shock and a tinge of confusion.

In the pouring rain abruptly rose the sound of countless swords clashing.

And then, the sound of the pouring rain could be heard no more.

Fierce, rough, sharp, bright, and heavy sounds of clashing swords exploded from the street.

All of Xunyang City could hear this clashing of swords.

That ghostly sword seemed to have instantly encountered countless swords, or perhaps it had collided against them, or grinded against them, or cut against them. The sound of countless clashing swords simultaneously rose up. Some of the spectators whose cultivations were a little low directly fainted at the shock of these sounds!

But it seemed like nothing had happened on that stormy street. It seemed like besides the pouring rain, everything else was very quiet. Just where did this sound of clashing swords come from? Where was the sword that Zhu Luo's sword had encountered?

Those swords were all in the sheath of the Dragoncry dagger.

Chen Changsheng's one sword had always been ten thousand swords:

Those ten thousand swords which he had brought out of the Garden of Zhou.

Unexpectedly, they had all been sealed in the sheath by the Zhu Luo's sword.

But in the end, they had met.

The ten thousand swords could not leave the sheath, but they could still face the enemy.

Within the sheath, for a mere moment, it seemed like a great army was present, or a furious storm, or booms of thunder!

The ghostly sword in Zhu Luo's hand was presently sinking into Chen Changsheng's sheath.

It was not returning to the sheath, but rather incessantly getting shorter.

Brilliant little particles were being sent flying from the opening of the sheath.

Those were fragments of the sword that had been ground away.

Although the ten thousands swords were broken, their sword intents were still sharp. It was only an instant, but at least several thousand instances of grinding and hacking had occurred. How could Zhu Luo's ghostly sword possibly bear this? Even the real moon sword he held in his hands at the other end of the street was similarly growing shorter! Even more unimaginably, blood began to seep out from between the fingers of the hand that was holding the sword!