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Li Changsheng murmured softly, and from the engraving of the two characters "Changsheng" on the sword hilt, a tender sprout pushed open the scab formed by the congealed sword blood.
The dewdrops hanging on the tender yellow leaves reflected the brilliance of the southern sky, while the veins of the leaves clearly contained the pale golden sap from the symbiosis of sword intent and spiritual root.
In the distance, the music of Yu Shengmo's retuned zither and Wei Changxuan's lightning wove together into a vast net, but behind Li Changsheng, the phantom of a towering tree appeared.
Each leaf is engraved with a different sword incantation, and the remnants of the Ten Thousand Sword Tomb are coiled around the roots, nourishing this newly sprouted seed of sword intent.
Chapter 365 Wei Changxuan's Nine Purple Lightning Bolts!
The other side at this time.
Wei Changxuan's lightning talisman exploded into blinding purple lightning in his palm, the tiny arcs of electricity seeming to live, crawling up his arm.
Spiderweb-like scorch marks were woven into the cuffs of the Taoist robe.
The rumbling thunder from beyond the heavens is not a natural celestial phenomenon.
The powerful lightning and the sound waves from the drumhead pulverized the clouds into dust.
The faint star trails are revealed against the night sky.
All seventy-two star-gazing towers in Tianqi City simultaneously lit up with purple lightning!
The copper bells on the eaves of the "753" bell resonated, producing visible ripples of sound.
Thousands of sword energies burst forth from the foundation of the building, forming a complex star-pattern sword array beneath the bluestone slabs.
The broken strings of Yu Shengmo's zither suddenly taut like a long, refined iron spear.
The twelve blood-red strings spread out in a fan shape, with the center of the brow as the center.
When he plucked the blood-red strings with his fingertips, it was as if twelve rifts were torn open in the void.
With each swing of those weapons formed from sound waves, the raindrops in the air were shredded into crimson beads of blood.
The object landed on the runes of the Star Gazing Tower and emitted a sizzling, corrosive sound.
boom!
The ancient tree imbued with sword intent behind Li Changsheng suddenly emitted a cracking sound.
The root system, with a diameter of about ten feet, burst through the ground like an earthworm turning over.
The patterns on the tree bark perfectly matched the star map of the observatory.
Countless powerful sword intents followed the trajectory of the root system as it climbed.
In the void, a sharp sword intent stretching a thousand meters long was pieced together.
The various iron swords buried deep beneath Tianqi City sensed the sword intent of one's natal sword.
A thousand ancient swords emerged from the ground, raising a mud pillar ten feet high.
These swords, sealed away for centuries, were already badly rusted.
Now, under the moonlight, the verdigris faded, and the patterns of the taotie, the coiled dragon, and the cloud and thunder shone through.
They formed a slowly rotating ring of swords in the night sky.
With each rotation of the sword wheel, spiderweb-like patterns of sword intent cracked open on the ground.
Even the blood mist from the rain-born demon was cut into neat rhombuses.
Borrowing the power of Heaven and Earth, thunder strikes to vanquish evil!
The moment Wei Changxuan bit his tongue, the Dao pattern between his brows and the thunder talisman lit up simultaneously.
The spurted blood essence condensed into lightning symbols in the air, colliding violently with the purple lightning falling from the heavens.
It transformed into nine thunder dragons with wings on their backs.
But the instant the thunder dragon touched the sword wheel, countless tiny sword shadows swarmed out like a bee.
Each blade is engraved with sword manuals from different dynasties—including the dying marks of a swordsmith from the Warring States period.
The thunder dragon disintegrated into tiny sparks of lightning under the sword intent's strangulation; the lightning that fell into the city burned honeycomb-like holes into the bluestone slabs.
Dewdrops, imbued with the spirit of swords, seeped from the cracks, transforming into miniature swords three inches long upon landing.
Upon seeing this, Yu Shengmo suddenly revealed a maniacal laugh and plunged the Tai'a sword fiercely into the resonating chamber of the guqin.
The friction between the strings and the sword blade produced a sharp, whistling sound, like fingernails scraping against glass.
In an instant, the body of the instrument sprouted pulsating flesh and veins, and the strings transformed into bulging tendons.
The demonic sword spirit's cries gradually rose from a low pitch to a piercing ultrasonic wave, causing large patches of runes on the observatory to peel off.
The karmic fire surging from the sword's edge moved like a living thing, and wherever it passed, it was imbued with Li Changsheng's sword intent.
They were all corroded with black holes, and the air was filled with the acrid smell of burning souls.
Li Changsheng's moon-white robe had been tinged with pale gold by the sword intent.
The tender buds at the sword hilt suddenly bloomed as the karmic fire approached.
The six petals are engraved with the six sword intents of benevolence, righteousness, propriety, wisdom, trustworthiness, and courage.
Suspended within the 4.8-petaled flower are the remnants of ten thousand sword tomb souls, forming a condensed sword soul totem.
As the first petal fell, all the swords in Tianqi City simultaneously emitted a clear and melodious sword cry:
The family heirloom sword hidden in a secret compartment of the pawnshop broke its tassel, and the gold hairpin in the boudoir's dressing case transformed into a three-inch blade.
Even unsharpened, rough swords from the blacksmith's shop flew into the air.
All the sword beams converged into a long river of sword energy that stretched across the sky.
Chapter 366 The Shock of Yu Shengmo! Li Changsheng's Sword Intent!
Li Changsheng's fingertips gently brushed against the newly sprouted buds at the hilt of the sword.
The tender green trembled slightly in his palm, as if it contained boundless vitality.
The second sword-inspired petal, like an elegant dancer, drew a graceful arc in the air before falling gently.
In an instant, the river of swordsmanship seemed to be paused, frozen in mid-air.
At the sound, thousands of swords moved swiftly, rapidly arranging themselves in mid-air like a well-trained army.
They formed a majestic and magnificent mountain.
The mountains were majestic and imposing, their power overwhelming all directions.
They actually forced the karmic fire that was corroding the star map back into the zither case.
It stands like an insurmountable barrier, protecting the peace of this land.
Upon seeing this, Yu Shengmo vomited blood from all seven orifices, his expression turning ferocious.
He hardened his heart, and the Tai'a sword, which he had inserted into the guqin, suddenly emitted a sound like a baby crying.
The voice was sharp and piercing, as if it contained endless grievances and resentment.
From the torn flesh of the violin case, twelve bony claws emerged like demons unleashed from their cages.
Their claws are as sharp as knives, gleaming with a cold light, and they tear at the blood strings with madness.
The moment each string snapped, it left a bloody crack in the void.
It was as if the sky had been torn apart, revealing a blood-red world within.
"Now!" Wei Changxuan's voice boomed like a great bell, resounding throughout the heavens and earth.
His Taoist crown suddenly shattered into countless pieces, and lightning patterns danced among his disheveled long hair.
Like nimble silver snakes, shimmering with dazzling light.
Nine shattered thunder dragons were reborn from the cracks; though their bodies were broken,
But it remained menacing, its dragon claws, stained with the filth of the underworld, fiercely tearing at the star orbit.
The sky suddenly tilted at a 30-degree angle, as if the whole world was about to be overturned.
The foundations of the observatory complex groaned painfully under this powerful force.
It seems like it will collapse at any time.
Seventy-one beams of starlight, like swords drawn from their sheaths, shot toward the central main building, illuminating the entire night sky.
The ancient tree of sword intent beneath Li Changsheng's feet suddenly blossomed with blood-red peach blossoms.
The flowers were exquisitely beautiful, yet they carried a hint of eeriness.
Countless sword-inspired petals transformed into a fine rain, fluttering down in a gentle breeze.
Each raindrop reflects the ritual objects from different dynasties, as if telling the story of the vicissitudes of time and the weight of history.
The Rain-Born Demon's bone claws rapidly decayed within the shadow of the bronze vessel.
Like a withered branch eroded by time, it gradually loses its vitality.
The scales of the Thunder Dragon peeled off in the light of the jade cong, like autumn leaves falling one after another.
However, the sword intent of the Tai'a Sword carried a sinister and terrifying quality, sending chills down one's spine.
"The intent of a longsword!" Li Changsheng's voice was firm and powerful, like a heavy hammer striking everyone's heart.
He ran his fingers along the sword's edge, and a massive surge of sword energy rose up.
Instantly, the entire Zhuque Avenue was illuminated, shining with dazzling light.
The underground sword tomb suddenly burst open, as if opening the gates of hell, and rose up with terrifying sword intent.
At this moment, the Rain-Born Demon in the distance was already at his last gasp.
He spat out a mouthful of blood, staining his chest red.
The blood-stained bone claws stabbed fiercely at the Tai'a sword inside the resonance chamber, attempting a final struggle.
At this moment, Li Changsheng's hair bun came undone, and his white hair cascaded down like a waterfall.
A phantom of sword intent erupted with terrifying power, striking the enemy's vitals like a bolt of lightning.
They exploded one after another in horror, producing a deafening sound.
Yu Shengmo staggered backward, clutching the shattered guqin, a look of shock and disbelief in his eyes.
A trickle of blood slowly flowed from the corner of his mouth.