419 The Ten Thousand Swords Which This Youthful Teen Fortuitously Encountered

Chen Changsheng's face was illuminated by the sword glow, just like the snowyplains. Zhu Luo's phantasm was right in front of him, standing in the torrential rainand emitting boundless light, just like the image of a god. An unimaginable pressure, following the advent of the sword, fell upon ChenChangsheng's body and soul. Of course, his strike was inferior to Liu Qing's strike. Nevertheless, it wasalso not normal. Confronting this supreme human expert who he had neverencountered before or even imagined before, he had naturally used his mostpowerful attack. The three swords that Su Li had taught him were all put to use. The Stupid Sword helped him stand firm in the face of this divine pressure.The Intellectual Sword helped him determine the trajectory of Zhu Luo's attackthrough the downpour. It must be remembered that this attack was of the DivineDomain, formless and traceless. Perhaps experts of the caliber of Wang Po andLiu Qing could understand it somewhat, but if he did not know the IntellectualSword, he wouldn't have the slightest possibility of grasping it. Finally, he set ablaze his true essence and his life and attempted to blockthis attack. It was a pity that he had no chance of blocking Zhu Luo's sword, just like howthe arm of a mantis could never block a speeding carriage. Completely according to expectations, the ghostly sword imbued with moonlightovercame the edge of the Dragoncry dagger. And yet, just as Zhu Luo's sword was about to enter Chen Changsheng's eyes, itwas blocked by the sheath of the Dragoncry dagger. How could a ghostly sword be blocked by a real sheath? Only Chen Changshengunderstood what was going on. This was very hard to explain with words. Tothose spectators watching the battle through the rain, the scene that they sawwas: That ghostly sword had stabbed into the sheath Chen Changsheng was holdingwith both hands. The water in the night had two moons and on that stormy street, there were twoZhu Luos. One was real and one was phantasmal, but both of their moons weresimilarly bright. Both Zhu Luos were similarly strong, their only differencebeing that one lacked emotion. When that ghostly sword brimming with moonlight stabbed into Chen Changsheng'ssheath, the phantasm of Zhu Luo in front of Chen Changsheng did not change inthe slightest, remaining expressionless as ever, releasing light and heat. Butat the other end of the street, that Zhu Luo who had suppressed Wang Po's bladeinto silence had his expression transform from quiet and calm to shock and atinge of confusion. In the pouring rain abruptly rose the sound of countless swords clashing. And then, the sound of the pouring rain could be heard no more. Fierce, rough, sharp, bright, and heavy sounds of clashing swords explodedfrom the street. All of Xunyang City could hear this clashing of swords. That ghostly sword seemed to have instantly encountered countless swords, orperhaps it had collided against them, or grinded against them, or cut againstthem. The sound of countless clashing swords simultaneously rose up. Some ofthe spectators whose cultivations were a little low directly fainted at theshock of these sounds! But it seemed like nothing had happened on that stormy street. It seemed likebesides the pouring rain, everything else was very quiet. Just where did thissound of clashing swords come from? Where was the sword that Zhu Luo's swordhad encountered? Those swords were all in the sheath of the Dragoncry dagger. Chen Changsheng's one sword had always been ten thousand swords: Those ten thousand swords which he had brought out of the Garden of Zhou. Unexpectedly, they had all been sealed in the sheath by the Zhu Luo's sword. But in the end, they had met. The ten thousand swords could not leave the sheath, but they could still facethe enemy. Within the sheath, for a mere moment, it seemed like a great army was present,or a furious storm, or booms of thunder! The ghostly sword in Zhu Luo's hand was presently sinking into ChenChangsheng's sheath. It was not returning to the sheath, but rather incessantly getting shorter. Brilliant little particles were being sent flying from the opening of thesheath. Those were fragments of the sword that had been ground away. Although the ten thousands swords were broken, their sword intents were stillsharp. It was only an instant, but at least several thousand instances ofgrinding and hacking had occurred. How could Zhu Luo's ghostly sword possiblybear this? Even the real moon sword he held in his hands at the other end ofthe street was similarly growing shorter! Even more unimaginably, blood beganto seep out from between the fingers of the hand that was holding the sword! Zhu Luo's face became somewhat pale. Those eyes which had previously alwaysmaintained that godlike expression of indifference and dispassion once againrevealed a tinge of confusion, which then swiftly transformed into a deluge ofrage! He could sense the swords within Chen Changsheng's sheath and could evenrecognize those famous swords of the past. There were even some Qis which hehad been familiar with several hundred years ago. However, he was incapable ofsighing with emotion at Chen Changsheng's fortuitous encounter, nor ofinquiring about the truth of this matter, because those once incomparablypowerful swords were attacking him at this very moment. Moreover, he had trulybeen wounded! He had unexpectedly been wounded by an Ethereal Opening youth. I don't care what sort of young genius you are. I don't care that you are the youngest person to reach the upper level ofEthereal Opening in history. In the end, you are only at the Ethereal Opening realm, only a youth ofsixteen years old. How could you wound me? How could you dare to wound me? I, one of themagnificent Storms of the Eight Directions, have actually been wounded by you.This is impermissible. His enraged roar resounded through Xunyang City, instantly suppressing theclashing of the swords. The rain clouds scattered and the moonlight shone even more brightly. Zhu Luo took one step towards Wang Po, the sword in his hand slashing down. Several dozen zhang away at the other end of the stormy street, his phantasmbent over Chen Changsheng and pressed down upon him. That ghostly sword continued to stab deeper into the sheath. Those brilliant specks of sword fragments shot out even more densely. That brilliance, those sword fragments, were all the sharp intent resultingfrom sword intent hacking at sword intent. It looked very beautiful, but it was actually incredibly dangerous. The downpour had gradually slowed, but the puddles of water were stillpresent. When those sword fragments landed, they actually cut apart the ripples. This was not even mentioning the gray stone on the ground and the brokenwalls. There were fragments of stone everywhere. Liu Qing stood up from the rain water and continued to stand guard in front ofthe horse, his sword bared before his body. Those brilliant sword fragments shot forward like countless powerful arrows. In a flash, his hairband was severed and his black hair floated up before alsobeing cut apart. His clothes were in thorough disarray and his body had gained several hundredmore fine and tiny bloody holes. It was a very miserable sight. But in the end, he had protected that horse as well as the person on the horse. Su Li sat on the buckskin horse, his head lowered in silence. Logically, Chen Changsheng should have already been dead at this point. Both Su Li and Zhu Luo thought this way. But miraculously, despite beingengulfed by this cloud of sword fragments, his body did not gain a singleadditional wound. A Qi emerged from some place and completely enveloped hisbody. That Qi… perhaps it had come from the jade ruyi on his waist, or maybe ithad come from the string of stone pearls that had at some point appeared on hiswrist. No one could sense this Qi except for those sword fragments. Thus, when theyapproached Chen Changsheng's body, they very naturally floated away. All thesedetails were completely hidden within the light. And then, the rain came crashing back down, the rain clouds gathered backtogether, and the moonlight faded. In the curtain of rain, Zhu Luo's phantasm gradually dimmed and grew brittle. Ultimately, at some point, the ghostly sword had been completely swallowed bythe sheath. The phantasm abruptly crumbled away, turning into countless tiny bubbles. Countless cries of shock arose within Xunyang City. Zhu Luo stood on that end of the street, his body drenched in blood and hisface pale. His right arm faintly trembled. His sword was no more; only the hilt remained.