Chen Changsheng's face was illuminated by the sword glow, just like a snowy plain.
Zhu Luo's phantom was right in front of him, right in the torrential rain, exuding boundless light, just like a statue of a god.
An unimaginable pressure followed the sword and fell upon Chen Changsheng's body and soul.
Of course, his sword was inferior to Liu Qing's sword, but it was also unusual. Facing a supreme human powerhouse that he had never met before, or even imagined, he would naturally use his strongest sword.
The three swords that Su Li had taught him were all within it.
The Stupid Sword helped him stand firm in front of this divine pressure. The Intellectual Sword helped him determine the trajectory of this sword in the torrential rain. It must be known that this sword belonged to the Divine Domain and was formless and traceless. At Wang Po and Liu Qing's level, they might just barely be able to understand it, but if he had not learned the Intellectual Sword, it would have been impossible.
Finally, he ignited his true essence and life in an attempt to block this sword.
Alas, he could not block Zhu Luo's sword, just like how the arms of a praying mantis could not block a galloping carriage.
As expected, the illusory sword, carrying the moonlight, passed over the edge of the Dragoncry Sword.
Yet just as Zhu Luo's sword was about to stab into his eyes, it was … blocked outside the sheath of the Dragoncry Sword.
How could an illusory sword be blocked by a real sheath? Only Chen Chang Sheng, who was present at the scene, understood what was going on. It was very hard to explain with words. For the spectators in the heavy rain, the scene they saw was:
The illusory sword had stabbed into the sheath that Chen Changsheng was holding with both hands.
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There were two moons in the night sky and in the water. There were two Zhu Luos on the rainy street. One was real, one was illusory, but the two moons were equally bright and the two Zhu Luos were equally powerful. The only difference was whether or not they had emotions.
When the illusory sword brimming with moonlight stabbed into Chen Changsheng's sheath, the illusory image of Zhu Luo in front of Chen Changsheng showed no change. Its face remained expressionless, radiating light and heat from within. Meanwhile, on the distant rainy street, Zhu Luo, who had already suppressed Wang Po's blade into silence, had his clear and cold expression instantly replaced by shock and perplexity.
Countless swords suddenly cried out in the rain.
And then, the sounds of the torrential rain could no longer be heard.
The harsh, coarse, sharp, clear, and oppressive cries of swords exploded through the rainy street.
All of Xunyang City could hear the cry of a sword.
The illusory sword seemed to have encountered countless swords in an instant. Some collided, some scraped, and some cut each other. Countless sword cries rang out at the same time. In the heavy rain, some of the spectators with lower cultivation levels were knocked unconscious!
However, nothing happened on the rainy street. Other than the rain, everything was quiet. Where did these sword chimes come from? Where did Zhu Luo's sword meet the sword?
Those swords were all in the scabbard of the Dragoncry Sword.
Chen Changsheng's sword was originally ten thousand swords.
Those ten thousand swords from the Garden of Zhou.
However, Zhu Luo's sword was completely sealed in the scabbard.
But in the end, they still met.
The ten thousand swords were not unsheathed, but they could still face the enemy.
Inside the scabbard, for a moment, there was a great army, a violent storm, and thunder!
The illusory sword in Zhu Luo's hand continued to enter Chen Chang Sheng's scabbard.
It wasn't returning to its sheath, but it was getting shorter.
Some glowing particles fluttered around the opening of the scabbard.
It was the scraps of the sword that had been worn away.
Although the ten thousand swords were damaged, their sword intents were still sharp. In an instant, there were at least several thousand cuts and scrapes. How could Zhu Luo's illusory sword endure! Even on the other end of the rainy street, the real moon sword in his hand was also getting shorter! Even more unimaginable was that between the fingers that gripped the sword hilt, blood actually began to seep out!
Zhu Luo's complexion became somewhat pale. In those eyes that had always been indifferent and emotionless like a god, a slightly perplexed expression appeared once more, and then it rapidly transformed into a flood of rage!
He could feel the swords in Chen Chang Sheng's scabbard, and even recognize them as famed swords that had once passed away. Some of them even had Qis that he had been close to several hundred years ago. However, he had no way to lament Chen Chang Sheng's fortuitous encounter or inquire about the truth of the matter, because those incomparably powerful swords were currently attacking him, and he had truly been injured!
He had actually been injured by an Ethereal Opening youth.
I don't care what sort of young genius you are.
I don't care if you are the youngest upper level Ethereal Opening cultivator in history.
In the end, you are still only at Ethereal Opening, only a sixteen year old youth.
How can you injure me, how dare you injure me! I, the majestic Storms of the Eight Directions, was actually injured by you! This is something that cannot be allowed!
An angry roar resounded through Xunyang City, instantly suppressing the cries of those swords.
The rain clouds gradually dispersed, and the moonlight became even brighter.
Zhu Luo took a step towards Wang Po, the sword in his hand slashing down.
On the rainy street several dozen zhang away, his illusory figure leaned over to press down on Chen Chang Sheng.
The illusory sword incessantly pierced into the scabbard.
Those glowing sword shards sprayed out even more intensely.
Those rays of light, those sword shards, were all the sharpness born from the cutting of sword intents with sword intents.
It seemed very beautiful, but it was actually very dangerous.
The torrential rain gradually slowed, but the puddles on the street had not yet dispersed. Those sword shards actually cut apart the ripples in the water.
Needless to say, the gray stones and broken walls on the ground were covered in fragments.
Liu Qing stood up from the rain and continued to stand guard in front of Su Li's horse, his sword held horizontally in front of him.
Those glowing sword shards shot out like countless powerful arrows.
In an instant, his hairband was severed. His black hair floated up, and then his hair was also severed.
His clothes were in tatters and his body was riddled with several hundred tiny bloody holes. He looked very miserable.
But in the end, he had protected the horse and its rider.
Su Li sat on the yellow buckskin horse, his head lowered, saying nothing.
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Logically speaking, Chen Chang Sheng should have already died.
Both Su Li and Zhu Luo believed this. But miraculously, even though he was enveloped by the sword shards that filled the sky, not a single wound had appeared on his body. A Qi that came from somewhere enveloped his entire body. This Qi came from the jade ruyi at his waist, or the string of stone pearls that had appeared on his wrist at some point.
No one could sense this Qi. Only those sword shards could sense it, so when they arrived in front of Chen Chang Sheng, they naturally drifted away, the details perfectly concealed in the light.
Then, the rain fell once more, the rain clouds gathered once more, and the moonlight gradually faded.
In the curtain of rain, Zhu Luo's illusory figure gradually dimmed, gradually becoming weaker.
Finally, at a certain moment, the illusory sword was completely swallowed by the scabbard.
The illusory figure abruptly collapsed, transforming into countless tiny bubbles.
Countless cries of alarm rose up from Xunyang City.
Zhu Luo stood at the other end of the rainy street, his body covered in blood, his face pale.
His right arm trembled. His sword was already damaged, leaving only the hilt.
Just at this moment, Wang Po's blade finally arrived in front of him.
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