Chapter 896 – The Hopeless Situation After Three Sword Techniques (2/2)

The sword glow did not come from the swinging of the sword, but from the sword itself.

Chen Changsheng's left hand gripped the hilt while his right hand held the tip of the sword as he held it horizontally in front of him.

His hands were extremely steady, not trembling in the slightest.

His sword was like a chain, or a river dike.

This was the third sword style Su Li had passed down to him, that was now famous throughout the world: the Stupid Sword!

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The horsetail whisk fell upon the sword.

In a few seconds, the bright surface of the sword, which seemed like it had been washed by water ten thousand times, showed several extremely minuscule hints of corrosion.

The Stainless Sword was forged from the most precious dragon whisker of the Golden Dragon. It was absolutely smooth and would not be stained by the slightest filth or blood. It was absolutely firm and would not be damaged by any object. The Golden Dragon's whisker could be described as the perfect material to make a sword from. From the moment the Stainless Sword appeared, it was ranked on the Tier of Legendary Weapons, but now it seemed like it could not endure. Why?

Those signs of corrosion came from the lightning and the fierce Qi of silent extinction suffused in the horsetail whisk.

The lightning and Qi were not actually damaging the Stainless Sword, but they had already destroyed the sword intent that Chen Changsheng had placed on it.

The fierce Qi of silent extinction that came from the bottomless depths of the sea easily destroyed the clear and calm sword intent from Xining Village's old temple.

This did not mean that the former was more profound than the latter, but that Wuqiong Bi's cultivation level was far above Chen Changsheng's.

This threshold was too high, and it was forged from steel, impossible to easily cross. Anyone who attempted to cross it with just courage and daring would end up battered and beaten.

There was a massive boom.

Fierce winds howled across the plateau, shredding several wutong trees into splinters. Ten-some cultivators who had not been able to flee in time were sent flying off the cliff. Their howls of terror were suddenly silenced. Their meridians had presumably been severed in the air, severing their lives as well.

The sword intent was shattered, powerless to continue. The Stainless Sword and the Vault Sheath were jolted back, striking Chen Changsheng in the stomach.

With a thud, Chen Changsheng was smashed into an outcrop of rock, sending shards of rock flying everywhere. His face was pale, his expression somewhat dark.

If not for the fact that he had used the three sword techniques to avoid Wuqiong Bi's attack when it was at its strongest, he would assuredly be heavily injured and almost powerless to rise.

Of course, the most important reason was that he had been bathed in the true blood of the Black Frost Dragon. Even a body that had undergone a perfect Purification would not have endured.

A scream suffused with ruthlessness burst from Wuqiong Bi's thin lips.

This scream was brimming with pleasure from killing one's hated foe, and also endless loathing.

She would not give Chen Changsheng a single chance to counter, nor a chance for anyone else to save him.

Her horsetail whisk exuded endless waves of Qi, and their aura of silent extinction descended towards Chen Changsheng.

Innumerable green lotuses manifested in the air, cutting off the surroundings.

Gou Hanshi's expression shifted. Brimming with star radiance, he flew through the air. His sword was already in hand, but it was clear that he was too late.

Hu Thirty-Two and the archbishop from the southern church were also rushing over.

The South Stream Temple disciples were even more surprised, their faces paling as they gasped in surprise. They wanted to hurry over, but they ended up even slower.

At this moment, who could save Chen Changsheng?

Strangely, Tang Thirty-Six did not move. He stared at the ruthless red in the very center of the plateau, his hand gripping his most powerful protective magical artifact as he seemed to ponder something.

Strangely, Bie Yanghong also did not move. He quietly gazed someplace beyond the plateau as if still considering Chen Changsheng's proposal.

Regardless of what he felt, since his wife was about to kill the enemy who had killed his son, he should have been watching.

Just what was he thinking? Just where was he looking? Or was he waiting for someone?