The First Sword of the Universe

Chapter 438 Sword Light vs. Sword Light
The Magnetic Ring, a magical technique formed by condensing more spirituality and inner strength, has given rise to even more variations.

One becomes two, two becomes four, four becomes eight, and eight becomes sixteen.
Splitting light into shadow is one example.

Then, the second step is to rush into the enemy's body and lock down the enemy's internal energy circulation, causing them to temporarily lose their martial arts skills.

The countless magnetic rings were either still deflecting the attacks of the martial artists, or they were spinning rapidly, rushing into their bodies and locking their internal energy circulation.

The sounds of explosions, screams, and the thuds of objects hitting the ground mingled together, creating complete chaos.

This chaos continued as more and more people rushed up, only to fall from the sky one after another.

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The spacious courtyard was filled with martial arts practitioners who were crying out in pain but unable to get up.

Fortunately, these people had practiced martial arts for many years, so they were full of energy and had thick skin. Even after falling from a height of two or three zhang, they only suffered broken bones and coughed up blood in pain.

There are very few deaths!

Not far away, the woman in white on the rooftop, seeing the Lingjiu Palace's group's futile attack, finally couldn't bear it any longer and shouted, "Stop! Don't charge any further!"

Those martial artists who had been bounced back by the Yuan Magnetic Ring and then rushed forward again, upon hearing this order, showed a hint of relief and relief in their eyes, and immediately stopped their blind, moth-to-a-flame attacks.

The whole scene was as if it had been paused, the order was almost too perfect.

Seeing this, Xu Xingchen waved and retrieved the three remaining magnetic rings in the air; even the ten-foot-long magnetic ring that protected the artificial mountain beneath him and himself spun around and shrank continuously, finally turning into two streams of air, one black and one white, which entered his body.

At this moment, the figures lying in the courtyard were densely packed, numbering as many as three or four hundred.

The remaining six or seven hundred people still surrounded the courtyard, each one wounded and with a solemn expression. Their eyes were filled with awe and reverence as they looked at Xu Xingchen.

The woman in white on the rooftop, looking at Xu Xingchen, finally lost her haughty air and said sharply, "You scoundrel, you do indeed have some skill. No wonder you dare to be an enemy of my Lingjiu Palace."

"However, my lord is a god-like figure, and his martial arts skills are far beyond your imagination."

"Although I am merely the lord's maid, I have still received some of her true teachings."

"Today, let me experience your special skill."

Xu Xingchen filtered out the white-clad woman's praise of Lingjiu Palace and Tianshan Tonglao, focusing only on the fact that "the white-clad woman is Tianshan Tonglao's maid."

He thought to himself, "The Heavenly Mountain Child Granny has four maids under her command: Plum, Orchid, Bamboo, and Chrysanthemum. Their relationship with her is extremely close; they are not her disciples, but they are even closer to them. Besides the Heavenly Mountain Child Granny, they are the four most skilled martial artists in the Lingjiu Palace."

"I wonder which of the four maids this woman in front of me is?"

Xu Xingchen was still pondering over there.

Meanwhile, the woman in white had already transformed into a hazy, ethereal figure, riding the wind and arriving above Xu Xingchen's head in an instant.

Choking!

The sound of a longsword being drawn echoed through the air.

A bolt of lightning tore through the sky, carrying a sword-like beam over ten feet long, and slashed straight down.

Its speed was as fast as lightning.

The sword's edge was so sharp that it could cut through metal and sever souls!
The martial arts practitioners standing on the surrounding walls and rooftops felt their eyes sting, their hearts pound, and goosebumps rise on their backs as if they were being electrocuted when their eyes fell upon that lightning-like sword light.

This is the Bamboo Sword Envoy's extraordinary technique: Sword Light!
It can cut through metal and iron, split rocks and shatter mountains; it is indestructible and can break through anything.
All the martial arts practitioners had witnessed the power of this sword light.

In the past, some people who disobeyed the rule of Lingjiu Palace gathered together, attempting to rebel against the Heavenly Mountain Child Granny's orders; as a result, they were slaughtered by this sword beam as easily as cutting melons and vegetables, leaving corpses strewn across the field and rivers of blood flowing.

Even those masters who had mastered extraordinary techniques were no match for this sword beam. It sliced ​​them in two, along with their weapons and the extraordinary techniques itself.

The bloody and horrific scene left a deep impression on everyone, one that they would never forget.

Now, they followed the Bamboo Sword Envoy to capture the master of the Great Fish Manor. Even though this man had previously displayed an incredible skill that made him unafraid of group attacks, they still had great confidence in the sword light of the Bamboo Sword Envoy.

Those black and white rings flying all over the sky might not be able to block the sword light of the bamboo sword wielder!

Standing atop the artificial hill, Xu Xingchen nodded in agreement as the sharp sword light descended from the sky, threatening to cleave him in two.

He raised his arm, palm facing overhead, and slashed down fiercely.

A hazy sword beam, over ten feet long, tore through the sky and shot upwards.

At that moment, the world seemed to brighten up!
Immediately afterwards, a clear and melodious yet sharp and high-pitched metallic clang rang out over the manor.

Ding~~!

A ripple of energy spread out, its sharp, incisive, and terrifying aura sending a chill down the spines of all the onlookers and stinging their eyes.

"You can also use sword energy!"

Amidst the exclamations of the bamboo swordsman, her figure was thrown high into the air, tumbling through a series of somersaults before plunging back down once more.

The sword beam, over ten feet long, transformed into streaks of lightning, slashing down at Xu Xingchen below.

Xu Xingchen swung his arm, commanding a sword beam much more solid than in the previous world, which clashed fiercely with the streaks of lightning and aurora descending from the sky. *Clang clang clang clang clang clang clang.*
The intense collision between the sword beams produced a sharp, high-pitched sound, yet it was also clear and pleasant to the ear.

Such a strange sound sent chills down the spines of the onlookers.

Each impact of the sword's edge unleashed a white shockwave.

Wherever it passed, the air was torn apart, producing a shrill sound like tearing silk.

Amidst the fierce clash of sword beams, the white-clad bamboo swordsman was repeatedly tossed up and then plummeted back down.

When she realized she couldn't gain the upper hand from above, her figure immediately transformed into a blurry white phantom, circling and flying around Xu Xingchen atop the artificial hill, rapidly moving back and forth, slashing out sharp sword beams from all directions.

However, compared to the ten-foot-long sword beam that the bamboo sword wielder can only hold in his hand.

The sword beam remotely controlled by Xu Xingchen undoubtedly has a much larger attack range, capable of flying more than three zhang away to engage in combat.

Therefore, Xu Xingchen always kept the sword light of the Bamboo Sword Envoy at a distance of more than three zhang.

No matter which direction she attacks from—front, back, left, right, up, or down—she cannot get close.

This caused the Bamboo Sword Envoy, who had always relied on the sword's edge to dominate the world and achieve victory in every way, to furrow his brows more and more tightly and his eyes to become even sharper.

Ding ding ding ding
Xu Xingchen directed the sword light, forcing the bamboo sword envoy back, and shook his head, saying, "Your sword light, though sharp, will not be able to show off its power in front of me; if you have any other tricks up your sleeve, then use them. If this is all you can do, then accept defeat!"

The Bamboo Sword Envoy moved like the wind, changing positions seven times in a single breath, slashing with his sword dozens of times while shouting, "You scoundrel! Although I only possess this one extraordinary technique, sword light, it is enough to make me invincible and unstoppable. Show me what you've got!"

Xu Xingchen directed the sword light to block dozens of attacks from the bamboo sword envoy, and said with a light laugh: "To stubbornly resist when faced with a strong enemy; not knowing when to advance or retreat, is truly laughable!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Xu Xingchen waved his arm, and the sword light that had been swirling and piercing back and forth three zhang away immediately shot back with a whoosh and was tightly caught by a broad and thick hand.

With his broad, large hand clenched loosely, a sword beam over ten feet long rose from between his tiger's mouth.

The originally hazy and illusory white sword body, amidst the soft humming and trembling sound, became almost tangible, radiating a cold light, and transformed into a real, clearly discernible sword ten feet long.

The piercing pain that had sent chills down the spines of those around them, making them feel like they were sitting on pins and needles, suddenly lessened by half.

Only that sword light, which they were extremely familiar with, still exuded a terrifying power that made their hearts tremble.

"What's going on? Why has that thief's sword aura disappeared?"

"How could his sword aura change like that? It's become just like a real sword!"

"Incredible! Absolutely incredible! How could such a fierce sword light be condensed to such an extent?"

"Terrible! Terrible!"

Some people were confused, some were astonished, and some were shocked and horrified.

Center of the battlefield
Facing the bamboo swordsman charging forward again, Xu Xingchen raised his arm high and then slashed down diagonally.

Every single movement he made was clearly visible to the Bamboo Sword Envoy, leaving nothing out.

Whether it's the long sword beam held high or the downward slashing motion.
The process may seem slow, but it is actually as fast as lightning.

The bamboo swordsman only had time to hold the sword's edge horizontally in front of him.

The two sword beams collided fiercely!
This collision was completely different from the previous dozens or hundreds of collisions.

Click!

With a crisp sound like shattering glass or crystal, the hazy sword light in the bamboo sword wielder's hand was cleaved into countless fragments, scattering in all directions.

Whoosh whoosh whoosh.
It pierced through the artificial hill beneath Xu Xingchen's feet.

Swish swish.
The grass on the ground was neatly cut in half.

Puff puff.
The hard bluestone floor was covered with flying stone chips, creating several deep, bottomless holes.

Those unlucky corpses lying close to the battlefield let out muffled groans and screams.

Some people had long, bloody gashes torn open, some had their arms severed at the root, and some had their legs flying through the air.

Blood, like mist, splattered and spread.

Even some fine iron weapons that fell to the ground crackled and shattered under the impact of the scattered sword light.

This was merely the residual power after the sword's edge was shattered.

One can imagine how sharp and terrifying that sword light would be when it was in a state of complete concentration.

With a single slash of his sword, Xu Xingchen not only shattered the ten-foot-long sword aura of the bamboo sword envoy, but also caused the fine iron sword upon which the sword aura resided to disintegrate and scatter in all directions.

(End of this chapter)