C593 Purple Swan Sword
C593 Purple Swan Sword
"Zihong Sword!"
Staring at the trembling purple-gold long sword, Yin Li and Rakshasa Ghost frowned. Their faces were filled with fear.
They did not expect Qing Chen to bring this divine weapon with him!
The Zihong Sword was the ultimate treasure of Essence Sword Sect, the leader of the ten greatest treasures of Essence Sword Sect. It was a true divine weapon of the king. The divine weapon wielded by the Sect Master of Essence Sword Sect represented not only his invincible combat strength, but also his dignity!
When they thought of the scariness of the man from Essence Sword Sect, their faces were filled with fear.
Yin Li let out a cold snort. His eyes swept across the surroundings, and his majestic will was retracted back into his body.
When he saw the Zihong Sword, he decided to let it go. After all, this sword represented that person. Who knew if he would be nearby? He didn't believe that person would let a junior bring the Zihong Sword out!
Rakshasa Ghost Child stared at the Zihong Sword in front of him like a chasm. His eyes moved from time to time, and the will of the Yin specter swept in all directions as if it was searching for something.
After a fruitless search, Rakshasa Ghost Child glanced at the blood, blood, and flesh on the ground. His heart was restless, and a ruthless light flashed across his eyes. He gritted his teeth. Crimson blood flowed down his throat, "So what if it's a Zihong Sword? The strong one is the person who uses it. Without a powerhouse controlling it, it's just a piece of scrap metal! "
A ghastly and fierce shout resounded out, and then a black and white chessboard appeared out of thin air. The 360 black and white chess pieces that were adorned with starlight were like stars in the sky, and they emanated a baleful aura that caused one's heart to palpitate!
"Yin Star Lock!"
Rakshasa Ghost Child roared madly while his entire body was bathed in a baleful aura. The 360 chess pieces were like stars that had sealed Ao Lingchen and the Zihong Sword in front of him.
The huge chessboard enlarged in the air, turning into a sky curtain. The three hundred and sixty stars at the bottom of the chessboard were shining brightly, as if they were forming a world of Yin Spirits. There was the sky, the earth, and even stars. The only difference was that this world only had Yin specter energy and endless killing intent!
Such a terrifying formation instantly made Qing Chen, Ghost Demon, and the others stop fighting. Only Zi Yun still attacked coldly, her jade-like finger that was as cold as snow. The Ice Lotus bloomed. Violent killing intent surged along with the icy intent. It was as if she was determined to kill the shameless hoodlum in front of her before she gave up!
Outside the Yin Sha Curtain, Qing Chen and the others were staring at the world sealed by the Yin Star Plate with serious expressions. They were staring at the two people who were confronting each other, Rakshasa Ghost Child and Ao Lingchen. To be precise, they were staring at the Zihong Sword and Rakshasa Ghost Child.
"Senior Brother Qing Chen, this old ghost wants to kill us, I'm afraid..."
Tian Haiyu held the silver spear in his hand, and a sharp aura surged out from his body. The surrounding dark and evil aura did not get close to his body, and was immediately turned into smoke by the sharp light.
At this moment, his eyes stared at the Yin Star Sky Screen in front of him with fear. His brows were tightly knitted, and his tone was full of worry.
The Rakshasa Ghost Child in front of him was after all a Half Step Martial King warrior, and he was a supreme expert that stood above all of them. Once such an expert had the intention to kill him, he would also have a supreme treasure like the Yin Star Plate in his hands. He was afraid that even a Zihong Sword that was not controlled by an expert would not be able to defend against it.
He had met Ao Lingchen once before, and he had a good impression of him for causing a huge setback to the Ghost Fiend Hall on the dragon boat. More importantly, he was invited here by him. If he died under Rakshasa Ghost Child's hands in the end... Tian Haiyu's state of mind would also be greatly affected.
Qing Chen remained silent, both of his hands secretly forming various sword techniques. The calm expression on his face gradually disappeared, and a frown appeared on his forehead.
"This Yin Star Plate seems to be able to isolate my control over the Zihong Sword. The sword technique that the Sect Master imparted to me has failed!"
Qing Chen's eyebrows trembled from time to time. He spoke softly, and a trace of worry flashed across his eyes.
The reason why they were so confident in finding trouble was because of this sect's ultimate treasure, the King Weapon Zihong Sword. As long as it was here, even if the Ghost Fiend Hall had a Half Step Martial King, they still had the confidence to resist and retreat.
Once a King Weapon was mastered, even a Peak of Martial Sect Stage warrior would be able to unleash the strength of a Half Step Martial King warrior, or perhaps even stronger.
Because the sharpness of the Royal Weapon made a Half Step Martial King feel fear.
But who would have thought that Qing Chen would use the Zihong Sword to stop the killing moves of two experts from the Ghost Fiend Hall? He wanted to use the Zihong Sword to threaten them to retreat, but Rakshasa Ghost Child still chose to attack because of the hatred of losing his disciple. The Yin Star Plate was beyond his imagination. It could actually form a world of Yin Spirits. It had cut off his communication with the Zihong Sword.
Qing Chen's hands quietly formed seals as he secretly bit his lips. Dense blood flowed out from his mouth and was swallowed by his throat. Sweat slowly emerged on his forehead. No matter how he tried, the Zihong Sword did not move at all.
He was not worried that Ao Lingchen would die miserably in Rakshasa Ghost Child's hands. The only thing he was worried about was the loss of the Zihong Sword. If the Zihong Sword was lost, he was afraid that he would become a sinner of Essence Sword Sect. Even his master, the Sect Master of the Essence Sword Sect, would become a sinner because of this.
If he thought deeper, once he lost the Zihong Sword, the future of the Essence Sword Sect would undergo a tremendous change. The other four sects would never miss such an opportunity. They would definitely give the Essence Sword Sect a fierce blow!
The more he thought about it, the more panicked he became!
"Junior brother Ao, pick up the Zihong Sword and let him experience the divine might of the Zihong Sword!"
After failing many attempts, Qing Chen suddenly raised his head and looked at Ao Lingchen within the Yin Star Sky Screen as he spoke in a deep voice.
At this moment, he could only hope that Ao Lingchen would be able to bring up the Zihong Sword and walk out alive with it. As long as the Zihong Sword left the range of the Yin Star Disc, he was confident that he would be able to leave with the Zihong Sword.
The voice that sounded next to his ear made Ao Lingchen slightly raise his head. After that, he stared at Qing Chen and nodded slightly. Then, he clenched his right hand towards the Zihong Sword in front of him.
The moment his hand touched the purple-gold sword hilt, it felt as cold as ice. Ao Lingchen felt as if he was holding a block of ice. It was very piercing. Sharp sword energy shot out from the sword hilt as if it was defending itself. In an instant, his palm was filled with holes, and scarlet blood dripped down from his palm.
The piercing pain made Ao Lingchen feel as if his palm was going to be crippled, and it made him want to let go.
"Jie Jie, this Zihong Sword isn't so easy to grasp. If you can't even hold your sword tightly, how are you going to fight me?!"
The changes in Ao Lingchen's palm didn't escape Rakshasa Ghost Child's eyes. He let out a cold laugh, and a ruthless will soared into the sky. Numerous dark stars above his head flickered, and a dark and cold killing intent surged out from the dark stars.
"Hu!"
The dark stars glittered, and a cold light shot out. Three hundred and sixty stars shot out a deep cold light, like a dense meteor shower, a meteor shower that could destroy a mountain peak!
"Damn it!"
Ao Lingchen cursed in his heart. He raised his head and looked at the incoming Yin Light. Suppressing the pain in his palm, he fiercely grabbed it. The Ruling Law Arts in his body circulated crazily, and he habitually performed the Ten Direction Annihilation.
In this kind of life and death situation, Ao Lingchen could only give it his all. Even if he had to cripple his arm, he still had to pull out the Zihong Sword.
"Hum!"
Ao Lingchen's desperate attitude made Qing Chen and the others worried about Zhong Zhong, but in their point of view, other than making his palm cripple faster, this method did not seem to have any other effect.
"Did he fail?"
Qing Chen's eyes stared blankly at Ao Lingchen and the Zihong Sword in the sky. His unwilling thoughts scattered in all directions.