C595 Sword Spirit Battle
C595 Sword Spirit Battle
Shortly after, the light became brighter and brighter, and the water in the pool started to stir. The unknown substance in the pool became thicker and solidified.
The entire Sword Spirit Pool shook with light, forming a continuous, dazzling array.
It was also at this time that Chen Yu suddenly felt his soul shake violently. Under the surging sword light in the pool, he felt a huge pressure, as if it was being cut and minced.
In just a few short breaths of time, Chen Yu clearly felt that the Vicious Beast at the bottom of the lake had woken up. They seemed to be releasing a terrifying aura that was either berserk, dense, or could destroy everything.
Chen Yu's body shook and he opened his eyes to look at the pond. He only felt that his connection with the black Broken Sword had become as cut as a string, barely discernible.
The connection was not completely broken, but Chen Yu was unable to control the black Broken Sword and make it move according to his will.
Following the change in the Sword Spirit Pool, exclamations were made one after another.
As the water in the lake boiled and the sword transformation rushed out, the Sword Sect disciples who were quick to catch a glimpse of the situation successfully withdrew their sword spirits. However, there were even more people who did not have the time to react. The sword spirits that were capturing the fish in the water were swallowed up by the sword lights that rushed out from the bottom of the lake.
"My Sword Spirit!"
"Dammit, why did the sword formation suddenly activate?"
"Ah ah ah, my sword spirit, I can't control it!"
"…"
Shouts of panic rose and fell in a cacophony.
Sword Spirit Pool was the Sword Spirit Burial Ground. If one was unable to take back the sword spirits that they had invested into, then the end result would be them being buried.
To the Sword Sect disciples, losing the sword spirit was equivalent to crippling their future, so they could no longer be considered as true Sword Sect disciples.
Ximen Guanshui's eyes were filled with pity. Suddenly, he sighed lightly.
It was not that these Sword Sect disciples did not know the dangers of Sword Spirit Pool, but due to their overconfidence, they were able to see that the calm sword formation within the Sword Spirit Pool had not been activated, which caused them to become numb. That was the reason for the scene before him!
Disciples who had not experienced the devouring of sword spirits would always feel lucky, thinking that the matter of their sword spirits being devoured would not fall upon their heads. This was precisely the reason why Sword Sect disciples were so eager to get their hands on Sword Spirit Pool.
Chen Yu looked at the flow of Jian Hua and the huge wave of Sword Spirit Pool. He was not alarmed, but instead had an expression of anticipation.
Chen Yu had confidence in the Black Broken Sword's mysteriousness and strength.
Furthermore, in Chen Yu's opinion, the reason why Sword Sect were open to all disciples was absolutely not to let Sword Spirit Pool devour the sword spirits of the disciples.
Although thirty percent of the sword spirits of Ximen Guanshui were devoured by Sword Spirit Pool and another fifty percent of the sword spirits were injured, twenty percent of the sword spirits were strengthened or even upgraded.
With this fact, Chen Yu naturally had confidence in the black Broken Sword.
At this moment, the Sword Spirit Pool was like boiling water as sword light interweaved and glistened like rainbows. There were layers upon layers of sword images unbridled and surging, producing myriad of sword intents.
In the berserk Sword Spirit Pool, the sword spirits of the warriors appeared and disappeared.
At the side of the Sword Spirit Pool, those Sword Sect disciples who had managed to retract the Sword Spirit in time all had faces full of joy and fear, while those disciples who were unable to retract the Sword Spirit stared at the Sword Spirit Pool, their heads drooping in despair.
"Junior Brother Chen!" Hsu Yuan said, "I'm afraid that your Sword Spirit is doomed!"
Chen Yu did not comment.
Ximen Guanshui said, "Although the sword formation has been activated, the sword spirit may not necessarily be devoured. As long as Junior Brother Chen's sword spirit is strong enough to survive the sword formation, it might just be slightly damaged!"
Chen Yu nodded.
The water in the pool surged, and suddenly, an illusory, slender sword shadow pierced through the water surface, bringing with it a myriad of splashes.
A sharp sword intent appeared, as if it wanted to pierce through the heavens.
At this moment, Chen Yu felt his heart palpitate. He felt his skin turn cold and was in constant pain. However, the sword intent from the sword shadow caused him to have such an involuntary reaction.
"Hmm?" Ximen Guanshui exclaimed in astonishment, and looked towards the two Medicinal Spirit Academy disciples beside him with an unsettled expression.
"Senior apprentice-brother, is it the Netherworld Sword?" Junior Liu, who was beside Ximen Guanshui, also exclaimed.
Without waiting for Ximen Guanshui's reply, the sword shadow exploded in the air above the water surface, turning into grey light spots and fell down.
However, this was only the beginning. As soon as the sword image shattered, the surface of the water exploded, and water sprayed into the air like rain, each drop was like a living creature dancing in the air, bringing with it a soul-stirring beauty and fantasy. The beauty of the air suddenly congregated into the image of a sword.
There was a dazzlingly beautiful sword intent that was difficult to extricate itself that stood horizontally above the Sword Spirit Pool.
Chen Yu felt his soul shake and his mind go blank. It was as if something had grabbed all of his spirit and everything in front of his eyes disappeared. Only the sword light formed by the drizzle could be seen in his line of sight, as if it was going to swallow him whole.
Until the gigantic water sword spun around and hung straight down on the Sword Spirit Pool, congealing for a while, before suddenly sinking into the water, breaking down and merging with the water in the pool.
Only then did Chen Yu feel that the sword intent that was grabbing his soul had disappeared. His body slightly trembled and cold sweat unconsciously broke out on his back.
At the same time, beside Chen Yu, Hsu Yuan, Ximen Guanshui, and the others also let out gasps.
With his knowledge, he was able to see that the sword intent that made his mind go blank was incomplete, and it did not target anyone. That was the reason why the incomplete sword intent was so terrifying.
This sword intent was obviously accumulated by the sword spirit that his predecessors had left in the Sword Spirit Pool. Chen Yu did not know how long he had experienced and how much power from this sword intent, it was hard to imagine how strong the martial artist who possessed it had become.
After the sword shadow formed from the splashing of water, it was still not the end. After the time of a few breaths, the water in the pool turned over and a blue sword shadow suddenly flashed, emerging out of the myriad of sword shadows and thrusting towards the water.
Suddenly, an ice-cold sword intent appeared and started spreading out.
The entire Sword Spirit Pool began to solidify at a speed visible to the naked eye.
A biting cold air spread out, freezing every bone in his body. It was as if the space around his Sword Spirit Pool had turned into a land of extreme cold, as if it was going to freeze everything.
When the blue colored sword image pierced out from the frozen Sword Spirit Pool, the cold energy in the entire space expanded to the extreme.
"Ah, it's so cold!"
"What's going on? "What's going on?"
"My blood has been frozen!"
"…"
Under the bone-piercing cold, Chen Yu also felt that he was about to be frozen, and even his soul consciousness was about to be frozen. He quickly urged the fire attribute Spirit Vortex and circulated the spirit energy in his meridians, only then did he feel slightly better.
This kind of extreme cold aura was too strong, so strong that it caused one's heart to tremble.
On the other hand, Hsu Yuan, Moo Su, and the others beside Chen Yu were a bit more relaxed, but the shock on their faces was hard to conceal. Especially Ximen Guanshui.
"Ice Origin Sword!" Behind Ximen Guanshui, Junior Martial Brother Liu was also shocked.
By the side of the lake, there were quite a few Sword Sect disciples with weak cultivations who had already started to condense ice frost on their bodies. There were still some people who could not withstand the raging cold and suddenly sat on the ground.
The blue sword shadow pierced through the air, suddenly flashed, and then fell back into the pool, disappearing without a trace.
Once the blue sword shadow disappeared, the water in the pond started to thaw, and the cold air started to disperse and melt.
Many disciples gasped for breath, their expressions trembling.
"Senior Xi Men, what is going on?" Hsu Yuan could not help but ask, "The Spur Sword and the Ice Origin Sword are both powerful sword spirits from thousands of years ago, how could they all be activated?"
"I don't know!" Ximen Guanshui turned his head to look at Chen Yu and said, "These two incomplete sword intents have not materialized for hundreds of years, but today they both appeared together!"
Chen Yu could still sense the connection he had with the black Broken Sword, but it was still faintly discernible, with only a sliver left. He could no longer pinpoint the black Broken Sword's location.
Before they had even finished their conversation, another massive dragon-like red sword shadow soared from the bottom of the pool like a dragon soaring into the sky.
In an instant, the Sword Spirit Pool began to boil in real terms, and a blazing mist began to surge out, filling the air.
"Crimson Dragon Sword! It's actually the Crimson Dragon Sword!" Ximen Guanshui couldn't help but exclaim.
It was vast and majestic, as though a divine dragon had descended from the heavens, and penetrated out of the water as it circled above the Sword Spirit Pool.
A vast and deep sword intent and pressure materialized, causing everyone to tremble with fear. They could not help but have the urge to prostrate themselves in worship.
At the same time, inside and outside the Sword Spirit Pool, the temperature sharply rose, as though the air was about to be ignited.
Fortunately, just like the other sword shadows, the scarlet dragon's sword shadow circled slightly. After displaying a terrifying sword intent pressure, it dove head first into the pool and disappeared without a trace.
The faces of Ximen Guanshui and the other two became more and more shocked.
Right at that moment, light and shadow flowed at the entrance, and figures appeared one after another.
The change in the Sword Spirit Pool had not come to an end yet. At this moment, the countless sword silhouettes flashed at the bottom of the lake, and another sword projection emerged. It was a sword that was slightly wider than an ordinary sword, with a simple and unsophisticated appearance.
When this sword shadow appeared, there was a kind of thick and profound sword intent that made people feel that it was unmatched.
"Sword of Jun!" At the same time, a cry of surprise sounded out from the entrance. Immediately after, a sound of breaking air appeared and a figure headed towards Chen Yu and the others.
Chen Yu didn't have any obvious feeling towards the sword shadow that appeared this time. At this moment, he still had time to turn around and look. The person that came was a tall and handsome old man in his sixties.
Before the elder had even arrived, Ximen Guanshui and the others were already overjoyed. They respectfully saluted and said, "Martial Uncle Zhan!"
More than ten people followed the old man.
"I didn't think that Senior Jun Ling's sword spirit would still be alive, and the sword intent would still manifest on the Sword Spirit Pool!" Glancing at Ximen Guanshui and the others, the old man suddenly raised his hand, formed a sword technique, and flew from his body to the Sword Spirit Pool.
The sword shadow formed was none other than a sword spirit. Its shape was ancient and heavy, and it contained a mountainous sword intent. It flew straight towards the shadow of the 'Monarch's Sword'.
Ximen Guanshui was startled as he asked, "Senior Uncle Zhan, are you trying to subdue the Jun Lin Sword Intent?"
"Let's try our luck!" Martial Uncle Zhan said: "Guan Shui, this is a rare opportunity. You can try it as well!"
Ximen Guanshui also showed a trace of interest when he heard this.