Misguided practice of sinister cultivation techniques: Slander! The problem lies with you all, not me!-Chapter 972 - 508: Come Forth! Unparalleled Sword! Time to Go on a Killing Spree With This Young Hero! (Part 2)
What White Jade City or Black Jade City, as long as Young Hero Duan desires, will become pure and clean Heroic Land.
At this moment, Duan Yun had already stood up, as steady as a pillar.
With a turn of his Qi Force around him, the massive throne was lifted and placed aside by him, causing a rumbling sound.
Under the Iron Throne was indeed a stone lock.
Even over a distance of at least a dozen steps, Ziyu felt a sharp coldness around her, making the hair on her body stand up.
Even more strangely, the Moon-shielding Light-shaming Sword in her sheath began to sway.
"Sword?" Ziyu questioned in confusion.
Once a Sword Cultivator reaches a certain level, they can resonate with their sword, and the longer the resonance, the more spirit the sword possesses.
It is said that when a sword has spirit, it sometimes protects its master on its own.
Ziyu's sword hasn't reached the level of a Sword Spirit, but its current behavior makes it appear as if it wants to protect its master.
This only means the Moon-shielding Light-shaming Sword sensed danger, a danger it's particularly sensitive to.
This type of danger usually comes from something similar.
Given Ziyu's understanding, it should be a very fierce sword emitting a terrifying Sword Intent, affecting the Moon-shielding Light-shaming Sword.
"Yes, the Great Heavenly Dog said the Divine Sword is right below here."
Duan Yun said, already gripping the stone lock's clasp, and he lifted it.
Immediately, the stone lock cracked with a seam, accompanied by a roaring sound.
This lock was heavier than Duan Yun expected, with a weight of at least a thousand pounds, forcing Duan Yun to increase his strength.
His muscles tightened, with True Qi flowing inside him, connected through tendons and bones.
For a moment, continuous rumbling echoed in the hollow space, and simultaneously, as the tiger-headed stone lock was violently pulled up, a ghostly blue chill emerged from the gap.
As a rare Sword Dao talent, Duan Yun sensed substantial Sword Qi here.
If an ordinary Martial Artist were here, the chill alone would be enough to claim their lives.
The sword hasn't appeared yet, but merely its Sword Qi is this astonishing, proving it's truly a Divine Sword.
The veins stood out on Duan Yun's arms, and at this point, the initially light blue chill had turned ghostly blue.
In Ziyu's eyes, this ghostly blue resembles Duan Yun's Death Qi Breaking Body Sword Energy, carrying its fearful death-like taste.
"Ah!"
Duan Yun increased the force in his hand, with a bang, the stone lock was completely torn apart.
With a humming sound, a black shadow leaped up, buzzing incessantly.
It was a completely pitch-black long sword, black as night, yet faintly having a starlike luster flowing.
This striking Divine Sword finally revealed its true form at this moment.
No, not its true form.
Because it kept vibrating at a high frequency, making it appear blurred, like it had a layer of mosaic, in the eyes of Duan Yun and Ziyu.
This sword is really extraordinary, just its appearance seems full of spirit.
Duan Yun leaped up and grasped the sword's body.
Yes, the sword's body, not the hilt.
Because while it vibrates, the entire sword body is blurred, making it unclear which is the hilt.
Even with a layer of Breaking Body Sword Energy like frost covering Duan Yun's palms, the sharp sensation still penetrated the skin into the flesh.
"Good sword!"
Duan Yun praised from the bottom of his heart.
Just this unyielding sharpness far surpasses the Huangshan Golden Sword.
The sword seemed dissatisfied in Duan Yun's hand, the more Duan Yun suppressed it with Sword Qi, the more it struggled.
Swish swish swish!
Only hearing a series of piercing wind-breaking sounds, as the sword body vibrated fiercely, several Sword Shadows broke away from the sword, directly attacking Duan Yun.
Duan Yun's expression froze, surrounded by Breaking Body Sword Energy.
The piercing grinding sound set in, and those Sword Shadows suddenly stopped, isolated by the Breaking Body Sword Energy.
Those were ghostly blue Sword Qi, substantial-like, at first glance, you'd think they weren't Sword Qi but real swords.
These swords clashed with the Breaking Body Sword Energy like flying swords; if it was any average warrior, they would've been pierced through by these Sword Qi and died already.
Thus, this sword is fierce!
Its ferocity rivals the ferocity found in Yunyu Two States' women!
But if it's fierce, isn't Young Hero Duan just as fierce?
Duan Yun wouldn't concede, raising his sandy-sized fist, striking fiercely!
As the fist was thrown, the air was filled with sounds of tiger roars and dragon chants.
With a blasting sound, the fist struck the sword's body.
The fiercely ferocious black sword immediately smashed into the ground like a cannonball, creating a big pit while the sword continued to tremble.
This trembling wasn't the sword's inherent vibrations but the result of Duan Yun's Fist Power.
During the duel with Great Heavenly Dog, Duan Yun had already mastered merging various Martial Arts, thus naturally incorporating Wind Flowing Force in this punch.
With a whimper, the black sword buzzed, releasing ghostly blue Sword Qi.
The Sword Qi carried ripples, appearing as if spraying water.
The black sword urinated, but Duan Yun did not stop!
With a flicker of his figure, he swiftly reached the black sword, unleashing a burst of punches and kicks followed by powerful slamming!
This black sword might be long and black, but ultimately it's just a sword, forced to endure Young Hero's violent punishment!
In Ziyu's eyes, Duan Yun was violently thrashing it like beating an unruly brat, relentlessly, unwilling to stop until it's unrecognizable.
Briefly, the black sword rolled and flipped on the ground nearly a hundred times, releasing hot white smoke.
Initially, it tried to retaliate with Sword Qi, but now, it's only worthy of being beaten.
Ziyu was certain if it wasn't inherently a Divine Sword, Duan Yun would've beaten it into molten iron.
Indeed, if Duan Yun had executed this series of violent strikes on the Huangshan Golden Sword, the Golden Sword would've been melted, suitable for crafting golden bracelets and necklaces.
A crackling sound erupted, illuminating Duan Yun's face in ghostly blue electric light.
Using electricity now?
When the brat misbehaves, a little "electrotherapy" is perfect!
The demon electricity whipped onto the sword body like a whip, causing the patterns to blur and distort.
With another violent shake of the sword body, a loud sound suddenly echoed—"I want to be a Great Hero!".
Yes, the black sword buzzed, producing sounds akin to "I want to be a Great Hero!".
It's due to Heroic Spirit!
Duan Yun infused his unique Heroic Spirit into the punch and electric current!
With a snap, Duan Yun flicked a finger out, causing the black sword to tumble and land on the ground.
In Ziyu's perception, like a battered and easy-to-fall woman, violently struck by a thug, pushed once to roll and fall on the ground, appearing so weak and feeble.
"Weak and feeble," was Ziyu's comment on the sword's current state.
It emitted white smoke like it was cooked, unmoving upon the ground, like a dead salted fish.
If initially its violent trembling resembled a hyperactive brat, now it seemed completely fallen, only gasping weakly.
Duan Yun stepped forward, raising his fists again, only to hear a buzzing sound from the black sword, bending what appeared to be its solid sword body.
"Does this mean it submits?" Duan Yun questioned in bewilderment.
This posture genuinely resembled "submission."
Unexpectedly, as soon as he spoke, the sword swayed again, as if nodding.
Goodness, was it so wild at first, yet a thorough beating calmed it?
Duan Yun reached forward, grasping the black sword once more.
This time, it didn't struggle at all, appearing truly obedient.
In this moment, Ziyu finally saw its true form clearly.
It's a black sword, longer than an ordinary blade by one and a half feet, with a thicker sword body.
But saying it's entirely black isn't accurate, for within the darkness, colors flow like deep seawater.
Deep seawater, not much different from black, yet adding layers to the sword's color.
To describe the sword's impression: colorful black.
Seeing this sword obediently held in Duan Yun's hand, Ziyu couldn't help but gaze with envy.
A Sword Cultivator's pursuit is the supreme realm where man and sword become one, and swords possess spirit, though some swords naturally have spirit.
The sword in Duan Yun's hand is one born with spirit.
"What kind of sword is this?" Ziyu couldn't help asking.
Duan Yun gazed at the sword, reciting: "Unparalleled Sword."
