Borrowing a sword

Chapter 147 Sword in the Left Hand
Between life and death lies great fear.

Guo Zhennan closed his eyes resignedly, his mind flashing back like a revolving lantern, while a roaring sound filled his ears.

He regretted urging the other party to bring out what was inside the sword box.

Now look what's happened, my fellow disciples from the Sword Sect are going to do to mourn me.

After a few breaths, Guo Zhennan cautiously opened his eyes.

Standing in front of this tall man was a man with graying temples.

Situ Cheng, one of the Four Divine Swords, stood in front of him and shattered the sword light with a wave of his hand.

Guo Zhennan immediately felt a sense of relief, as if he had escaped a disaster.

His legs suddenly went weak, and he almost collapsed to the ground.

Because there were too many people around, he forced himself to stand up so as not to embarrass the Sword Sect.

The feeling of despair he had just experienced was something he had never felt before.

At this moment, he looked ahead and saw that all the stone bricks on the arena had been shattered!
Moreover, this is based on the premise that the sword light is a horizontal slash in mid-air.

The bluish-black sword light was moving horizontally forward and did not touch the arena.

These uniquely textured stone bricks were simply crushed by the aftershocks!
Behind the handsome young man, all the stone bricks were intact, creating a striking contrast.

That ugly bronze sword, at some point, had returned to its scabbard.

In fact, after Xu Ziqing unleashed that sword strike, he could no longer hold the rather long bronze sword.

Fortunately, the array inside the sword box will immediately retrieve it once activated.

Below the arena, the vast majority of people wore expressions of shock.

It even caused a riot just now because the sword light was too domineering and incredibly powerful, so much so that those closest to the arena tried to run away, which is a natural reaction when people face danger.

Although everyone possessed spiritual awareness, which prevented them from standing too crowded, the scene was still quite chaotic at times.

"That was terrifying! That sword strike was absolutely terrifying!"

"This is the first realm, for crying out loud?"

"Just the aftershock alone felt like it could kill me!"

"Half of the ring is destroyed! How did he do that?!"

Almost all the viewers felt a lingering sense of unease.

Geng Tianhe and the others were completely dumbfounded.

They knew very well that if they faced this sword strike, even if they used all their trump cards, they would still be defeated!

"There's no way to avoid it, there's absolutely no way to avoid it!"

"Unless we can find a way to make him strike in the wrong direction!"

This was the only solution they could come up with.

On the arena, Xu Ziqing's left arm hung limply.

Blood continued to flow, dripping from his fingertips onto the stone bricks.

His entire arm was covered in blood and flesh, and the bones were broken; he was severely injured.

This hand is currently half-useless.

If he hadn't followed the path of body tempering, then his hand wouldn't just be half-crippled!

Han Shuangjiang watched this scene with worry in her eyes.

She couldn't help but turn to look at Chu Huaixu, only to see him with his brows slightly furrowed, as if he were thinking about something.

“In ‘Borrowing the Sword,’ Xiao Xu never used a sword with his left hand.”

"I doubt it's possible."

"Moreover, he's not using the [auto-play] style anymore, and he doesn't have a sword spirit possessing him to boost his account?"

He had a vague idea in his mind that it was probably because of the butterfly effect he had created that triggered a series of chain reactions.

Overall, Chu Huaixu felt that the advantages outweighed the disadvantages.

"From the current perspective, Xiao Xu has gained an extra trump card and a killing move, even without being controlled by the evil sword!"

"However, the cost is also enormous."

"Moreover, he only possesses the power of a single sword strike."

Xu Ziqing's cultivation method, "Ice Skin Jade Bone Heart Method," also has a certain self-healing ability, but it is far from being as heaven-defying as the "Daoist Canon."

By consuming some high-quality healing elixirs, the injuries of those who cultivate their bodies can actually heal very quickly.

Even so, it's impossible to recover while fighting; it still takes time.

Even Chu Huaixu, whose self-healing ability is abnormally strong, cannot do this yet.

"It's alright, Xiao Xu is a body cultivator, he'll be fine." Chu Huaixu noticed Han Shuangjiang looking at him and comforted her.

It's just like a husband comforting his wife after his child has been hurt.

Just then, he also heard the murmurs around him.

The voice came from Kui Muquan of Chunqiu Mountain.

Surprisingly, his thought process was quite unpredictable. He actually said, "His right arm isn't crippled yet! That means if he has enough spiritual power, he could use such a terrifying move twice!"

Chu Huaixu burst out laughing upon hearing this.

"You probably don't know what you'll face if he wields a sword in his right hand!" he thought to himself.

But after laughing for a while, he couldn't laugh anymore.

If it's this terrifying just because it's wielding a sword in its left hand, then...
"What if I were facing Xiao Xu, who wields a sword in his right hand?"

As soon as this thought came to mind, he realized that the sickly sword in his mind was now brimming with fighting spirit!
On the arena, Situ Cheng stared at the handsome young man before him.

Just now, he wasn't the only one who tried to stop them.

He was the fastest, so the others stopped.

After all, this is just the Eastern Continent Grand Competition, not a life-or-death duel, so we can't afford to cause any deaths.

This elder of the Sword Sect, one of the Four Divine Swords, knew very well that this sword probably still bore the seal left by the Dao Ancestor.

Besides, that unsettlingly arrogant sword spirit also seemed to have fallen asleep.

If the Dao Ancestor Sword truly appeared in its prime, his personal intervention to stop it would essentially be tantamount to him offering himself up for punishment.
Even so, in that brief moment, Situ Cheng once again felt just how sinister this sword truly was!

He had just used his spiritual power to block the sword light and shatter it when a portion of his spiritual power was absorbed by the sword!

This is a very frightening phenomenon.

"Even when I'm evenly matched with it, it keeps devouring everything in the fight, growing stronger with each battle!" "The sword spirit is sealed, yet it still devours everything!"

"It seems that it's not just the sword spirit that's evil."

"This entire sword, inside and out, is sinister!" Situ Cheng thought to himself.

At that moment, he looked at the bleeding boy from afar and asked, "Kid, are you alright?"

"Reporting to Senior, I am unharmed." Xu Ziqing's face was pale, but his tone remained calm.

This made the great cultivator from the Sword Sect feel even more that the Daoist sect had struck gold.

"Despite being seriously injured, he remained so calm, as if he couldn't feel any pain."

"This boy has an excellent character and a resolute nature!" Situ Cheng's eyes were full of admiration.

He tossed out a healing elixir and said, "Here you go!"

Then, he turned to Guo Zhennan and said, "You've already lost. Come off the stage with me!"

He could tell that Guo Zhennan's legs were still a little weak.

“It’s normal to be in such a predicament when facing life and death; it’s only human nature.” Situ Cheng didn’t blame him.

But he didn't want to expose this cowardly side to the Taoist disciples.

Guo Zhennan floated down to the bottom of the arena, while Situ Cheng returned to the high platform.

The two inner disciples in charge of the overall situation announced that Xu Ziqing had won.

The boy slowly walked off the stage, his injuries quite severe, and he looked rather disheveled.

But for some reason, those who were nearby made way for them.

The power of that sword strike still terrifies them.

This junior brother, who looks like a man with a woman's appearance, was just like a god of death on earth!
The sword light was filled with murderous intent, as if it were about to destroy everything in the world, which was terrifying.

Xu Ziqing walked up to Chu Huaixu and Han Shuangjiang: "Senior Brother, Senior Sister Han."

"Don't stay here any longer. You're so badly injured. Go back, take the elixir, and rest for a day," Chu Huaixu instructed.

"Okay," he agreed.

He is indeed very weak right now, and he looks like he's about to collapse. He's just barely holding on.

The boy left just like that.

But many people around the ring subconsciously stared at his back as he left.

Admiring the strong is in many people's nature.

This short, handsome young man proved himself with this one sword strike!

On the high platform, even Mei Chuxue and the others watched from afar as the young man walked towards the direction of the Inner Sect's Gentleman's Temple.

Her gaze couldn't help but be fixed on the sword box.

As high-ranking members of the four major sects, it's no secret that the sword on Hidden Spirit Mountain is an evil sword.

After all, a thousand years ago, when the Evil Sword was born, the Sword Master of the Sword Sect personally went there to try to suppress it, but he was defeated and fled, suffering serious injuries.

Therefore, people like Situ Cheng understood that this so-called Dao Ancestor Sword had actually been suppressed by the Dao Ancestor all along.

They didn't know why the Dao Ancestor didn't destroy it.

"Perhaps even the Dao Ancestor couldn't do that?"

In short, it has been placed on the summit of Cangling Mountain for a full thousand years.

They knew nothing of the ancestral teachings of the Daoist patriarch, much less of the concept of a swordsman.

Therefore, these three great cultivators of the eighth realm never imagined that, across a thousand years, the evil sword would one day reappear in the world!
If it can be controlled, then that's fine.

If it cannot be controlled, and there is even the slightest mistake, no one in the world will be able to suppress it!

Therefore, Situ Cheng's expression was somewhat solemn at this moment.

He transmitted his voice to the cultivators above the seventh realm present, which was essentially the same as only transmitting it to the high-ranking figures of the four major sects, thus kicking Chu Yinyin out.

"You guys must have felt it too, right?"

"I blocked that sword light just now, but when I made my move, some of my spiritual power was still absorbed by that sword."

Situ Cheng's expression darkened as he looked at Xiang Yan.

"Sect Leader Xiang, are you sure nothing will happen?" he asked.

The current situation is strikingly similar to a teenager carrying a nuclear weapon. It seems safe for now, but if it explodes, no one can afford the consequences!

I'm afraid of what might happen!

Xiang Yan transmitted his voice to them, saying, "Junior Uncle will discuss this matter with you in detail. Everyone, why don't we finish watching today's competition first?"

Situ Cheng and the others exchanged glances, but ultimately said nothing.

Only Chu Yinyin noticed something amiss, thinking to herself, "Could they be whispering behind my back again?"

Believe it or not, I'll break through my cultivation level right now and show you!
Whether the four major sects will reach a consensus remains to be seen.

After this battle, although the following matches were also very exciting, everyone was somewhat lacking in enthusiasm.

There was no way around it; Han Shuangjiang's unparalleled beauty and her astonishing sword intent immediately brought the Eastern Continent Grand Competition to a climax.

After Xu Ziqing took the stage, her popularity soared, with each wave surpassing the last.

What followed seemed like a poor addition.

The contest between Chu Huaixu and Zhao Xinghan has been scheduled for tomorrow.

This should have been the most anticipated event for everyone, including the great cultivators on the stage.

But at present, everyone feels that it is impossible for this performance to be more exciting than Xu Ziqing's.

After the event, he and Han Shuangjiang walked side by side back to the bamboo house.

Along the way, Big Ice Block couldn't help but sigh, "I wasn't confident I could catch the sword strike that Junior Brother Xu unleashed on the arena today."

Upon hearing this, Chu Huaixu nodded slightly.

He knew very well that this was Xu Ziqing's significance among the four main characters.

Han Shuangjiang possesses the Xuan Yin Body. If she doesn't deliberately limit her cultivation level, her cultivation speed will be unparalleled, and this will become more and more prominent as she progresses.

Even when they are one or even two major realms ahead, the main characters often still require Xu Ziqing to pay a price and forcefully unleash her full power.
It's normal that she's not confident now that Big Ice Block's realm is only slightly ahead.

But Chu Huaixu, recalling the power of that sword strike, put himself in his opponent's shoes. Looking at Han Shuangjiang, he uttered two confident words:
"I can."

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