Chapter 113 - I May Look Weak But Im Pretty Strong (2/2)

Lin Muzhe sensed a constantly surging force and she borrowed this thousand-year blade energy to instantly allow her power to surpass the shackles of the fourth class, launching an explosive attack with the power of the upper fourth-class realm

Lin Muzhe seemed to come to the realization that after this, with the experience of the upper fourth-class realht easily transcend it

This was possibly the greatest advantage she would get from this skill

“Die!”

The world instantly became silent

The raindrops were sliced At that point in ti freely while her expression under the baed It was like she had transformed into a peerless immortal

The sword in her hand was encircled by a streay rippled powerfully between the skies and the earth, spreading a brilliant, oppressive force!

The blade energy of the blade lord

Lin Muzhe floated as her body gloith extreht illu the dark, quiet world

On the other side, as Fang Lang stood in his bloody clothes, the powerful aura co until it completely disappeared and he became an ordinary person

An ordinary person as holding a legendary sword

This match looked like it would be one that offered no surprises

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Youzhou Demon Portal

At the Six Thousand Mile Resource Station, the heavy downpour continued However, it was nearly impossible to wash away the heavy scent

Over here, flags fluttered in the rain while soldiers stood in strict formation One after another, the warriors in armor stood in position

The Minister of Rites, Zhou Yiyuan, was clad in golden ar beside him were the team leaders of the warriors from the various sects All of them were cultivators of beyond the fourth-class real as of the fourth-class sword intent real theourd canteen then gazed off into the deep end of the dense forest He seemed to sense a wisp of resonance

That sense of resonanceWho was it? Also, as happening in the forest!?

On the other side, Minister of Rites, Zhou Yiyuan, cast a look at Wen Ting A light flashed across his eyes

“Wen Ting, you were the fao It was a shahest distinction in that year’s Ian even now Do you have any regrets now that thirteen years have passed and your cultivation has stagnated?

“You turned down the first prince when he tried to recruit you back then You even brandished your sword against the first prince and crushed your sword drive If it weren’t for that, you ht have advanced to the seventh-class real?”

Wen Ting did not expect Zhou Yiyuan to chat with hiourd canteen in his hand and shook his head, “No, I have no regrets”

“Soht Sect Leader Taihua’s attention and was given a special sword tactic

“The trauave me is still present but I’ the next opportunity to wield oodnaturedly, “I ’s declarationwould a fourth-class real and seeful look within his s was it?

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‘He nurtures the sith his body,’ that was the Syste did not knohat situation entailed using one’s body to cultivate the sword However, he knew Mentor Wen was aLang had used the Power Loan Card to borrow Wen Ting’s power and could experience a little of the force fro felt his blade energy in his energy center flow unceasingly into the Bloo Lotus Sword

His blood, sweat and tears spent cultivating to achieve the save real used up rapidly—his cultivation dropped back to the ninth-grade sword master level Even then, it continued to drop further and further

In the end, once he had descended to the ninth-grade sword disciple, only did the doard spiral stop

However, the Bloo Lotus Sword in his hand re instantly felt a little weak He suddenly understood so had dropped grades, he could sense that he had becoer He had used his real’s sword skill!

The Sword Nurturing Spell! Using one’s cultivation to nurture one’s sword! The further down the grades one fell, the stronger the sould becoer the sword!

Lin Muzhe glittered splendidly with her sword As she wielded the thousand-year blade energy of the blade lord, she sliced and chopped up countless trees

The round in the forest exploded

Lin Muzhe ai’s complexion was pale and pasty As he faced off Lin Muzhe’s strong attack, he only h the gesture exhausted all the strength in his body

In the distance, Huang Ying watched the clash of the swords It was like watching the vast ocean crash onto a single rock!

Bang!

Lin Muzhe’s expression changed!

She saw the ordinary-looking sword in Fang Lang’s hand transform It was filled with a sense of rebelliousness and the want to right the wrongs of the world It was unstoppable! In fact, she did not dare to stop it!

Whoosh!+

The blade energy of the blade lord seeure raised its hand and took a strand of blade energy as if he wanted to challenge Fang Lang’s sword!

Fang Lang looked undaunted!

He possessed a sword that was nurtured with ten years worth of cultivation, ould he be scared of a blade lord?

Of course, this was not Fang Lang—it was Wen Ting

Fang Lang wasthe man’s mindset

The two of they turned out to be just that in the end! With a nificent versus the ordinary In the end, the ordinary conificent

After that, Lin Muzhe narrowed her eyes and watched the Bloorow before her eyes The bamboo hat on her head was abruptly sliced in half by the blade energy The hat fell onto both sides of her head

This exposed Lin Muzhe’s beautiful yet cold face Her delicate, silky hair stuck to her fair cheeks Everyone who saw her would inexplicably find theed with surprise as she watched the ridiculously ordinary and unadorned sword sink into her chest

It was an ordinary sword but it possessed immense power

In an instant, she felt the spiritual energy and blade energy that had been passed on to her splinter intowore an affable s raindrops that had been forced to retreat into the sky were released froround in a thunderous roar The world was in an uproar as the gushi+ng downpour swept through the re leaves of the uncountable trees in the forest

Lin Muzhe slowly lowered her head to look at the sword that was stabbed one inch into her chest Snow drifted over the sword and the bloodstain looked just like a blood lotus

Fang Lang raised his ar extremely weak as he did so All of a sudden, he thrust the sword lengthwise, pressing it against Lin Muzhe’s neck He forced her down froe tree, Fang Lang pulled out the Blooed it over and over, stab after stab He continued thrusting his sword into her body