"This blade is called Jie. Jie is a symbol in the second-level Jiuli Immortal Script, a kind of name for a reverse dragon."
One dragon gives birth to nine sons, each child different. Among them is one rebellious son, rebellious and unruly. When grown, he gives birth to twin rebellious scales, fond of killing, and especially enjoys devouring his own kind.
Jie was naturally cruel and fond of disguise, evil and fond of deceit. He was the villain among dragons, and this sword was an ancient relic from ancient times.
Although my divine power has been nearly exhausted, its killing intent remains undiminished. When I obtained it, I was greatly pleased with its sharp aura, and used it to challenge the powerful beings from beyond the realm. In ten years, not a single general has been able to confront it.
Behind me are hidden knife stones, treasured throughout my life. Every knife has its origin, but I don't know how long you can hold on. Luo Zichuan held the bone knife and looked at Long Chen as he spoke.
The bone blade reminded Long Chen of the Dragonbone Evil Moon. The Dragonbone Evil Moon was pitch black, but the bone blade before him was as white as jade.
This bone knife showed signs of weathering, likely due to the passage of time. No matter how powerful the weapon was, it could not withstand the ravages of time. But within the bone blade, it seemed to hide an evil soul. Once released, it would devour a person's soul.
"Whoosh."
Long Chen swung his long blade, his fighting spirit rising, and said coldly, "Come on!" "
Buzz"
Luo Zichuan didn't hold back at Long Chen. He stepped forward, and as if teleporting, appeared at Long Chen's left rear side. With a diagonal slash, he aimed straight for Long Chen's weak spot. The angle was sharp and cunning, exactly the hardest spot to defend against in Long Chen's stance.
"Boom!" Long Chen's
arm was slanted, and he actually collided with the bone knife with the hilt. With a loud explosion, Long Chen's body flipped as he slashed out with his long blade, aiming straight for Luo Zichuan's head. Luo Zichuan slashed down with one strike, blocking the attack, and the two instantly separated.
One attacked unexpectedly, the other defended dangerously; after exchanging moves, the two stood still, but their positions had already switched.
"That's right. You're no longer rigid and only know how to use the blade. That's a bit of progress, but it still can't change the outcome of your death." A trace of appreciation flashed in Luo Zichuan's eyes.
"Whoosh."
After speaking, Luo Zichuan slashed down with another slash. This strike was ordinary, fair and straightforward, simple yet direct. Since Luo Zichuan and Long Chen had started fighting, it was the first time Luo Zichuan had used such a simple move.
Long Chen didn't follow up with the attack, but instead used the length of his broadsword to attack Luo Zichuan. He had to regain the initiative, or he'd really die at Luo Zichuan's hands.
Long Chen's broadsword was ten feet long, clearly clumsy. Clumsiness was its fatal weakness, but also its defining feature. Whenever Long Chen was exhausted, he would use the length of his blade to calculate distance, fighting Luo Zichuan to a mutually wounded battle.
Only by seizing the right opportunity could Long Chen catch his breath. But if he misjudged, it would be over. Long Chen would pay a heavy price—Luo Zichuan's blade was sharp, deadly with every strike.
"Pfft"
Long Chen had thought the length of the blade could force Luo Zichuan back, but unexpectedly, the bone blade in Luo Zichuan's hand seemed to come alive, its blade gleaming like a swimming dragon, bypassing Long Chen's long blade and piercing Long Chen's chest.
Although Long Chen had already dodged back when the bone blade stabbed his chest, he ultimately failed to evade the strike.
Long Chen didn't even have time to use the Dragon Scale Battle Armor to defend himself before his body was pierced, blood gushing profusely.
"Soft Blade," Long Chen's
expression changed. This Dragonbone Blade seemed alive, flexible or hard, ever-changing. Moreover, the blade pierced his body, causing pain to his heart and soul, as if the blade was tainted with deadly poison.
What shocked Long Chen most was that, in front of Luo Zichuan, the power he was so proud of was completely useless.
Whether it's star power, divine fire power, golden dragon power, thunder power, or flame power, none can operate.
Because once these powers are used, their strength does surge, but once they do, their speed slows down. No matter how powerful their moves are, if they can't hit the opponent, they're useless.
Moreover, Luo Zichuan's moves flowed smoothly like clouds and water; each strike forced him to retreat repeatedly, as if two people were playing chess. Luo Zichuan attacked step by step, and if he couldn't block a single move, he lost the entire game, leaving Long Chen no chance to catch his breath.
Long Chen was always on the defensive, taking hits. Even if he fought back desperately, using mutually exhausting tactics, it only gave him a few more breathing rooms. Luo Zichuan kept pressing him down.
Long Chen never had a chance to use any of Long Chen's ultimate. Luo Zichuan's attack frequency was too fast; let alone his ultimate, he couldn't even use his small moves. Most of the time, he was forced to defend.
It was Long Chen's first time encountering such a terrifying swordsman. He had never imagined that a single blade could be transformed endlessly, with every part of the blade having endless uses.
Compared to Luo Zichuan, he was like a street thug. When he was going head-to-head with a peerless expert, he was simply not on the same level. That sense of helplessness and despair made one feel utterly hopeless—the gap was just too great.
At this moment, Long Chen had just won the double championship at the Nine Provinces Conference, summoned countless experts from the Heavenly Tribulation Blood-Covering Killing Hall to advance to the Four Extremes Realm, and was in the prime of his youth. Now, this blow was like a blow to the head, making stars flash before his eyes.
That dragon bone long blade sometimes moves like a wild dragon soaring through the heavens, its moves grand and imposing; Shi Rudu / Dragon emerges from its cave, his moves sharp and cunning, ever-changing, killing Long Chen until his robes are stained with blood, leaving him in utter disarray.
Long Chen roared in fury, desperately trying to resist, but the dragon bone long blade hung like an antelope's horns, leaving no trace behind—he simply couldn't defend against it.
When Long Chen used to lecture on the Dao, he often said that wherever there is a move, there will inevitably be a flaw. Therefore, having no moves before making a move is the true way.
But when Luo Zichuan struck, every move was so distinct, yet he was too strong. Every flaw in his moves was covered up by him, and those flaws flashed in an instant—even if he knew them, he couldn't catch them.
"Boom!"
Long Chen fought fiercely for half an hour, fighting thousands of moves. Luo Zichuan's moves were still endless and impossible to repeat. Suddenly, Long Chen caught a weakness by Luo Zichuan. After a single strike, Long Chen spat blood wildly as he tumbled down the Knife Sharpening Ladder once again.
With a loud explosion, Long Chen crashed into the rock at the foot of the mountain again. A black blade turned into a streak of light, stabbing into the rock beside him. Long Chen spat out another mouthful of blood, his vision went black, and he lost consciousness.
Luo Zichuan slashed Long Chen down the mountain, slowly inserting his bone knife into the stone stele. He stood with his hands behind his back, standing atop the summit.
Purple eyes looked down the mountain, piercing through layers of clouds and mist to look at Long Chen, covered in blood and unconscious, his stern face devoid of any expression.
Long Chen woke from his slumber and looked at the bloodstains on his clothes. Fortunately, he was farsighted. Climbing the Knife Heavenly Ladder, worried something might happen, he changed into an ordinary robe; otherwise, he would have been heartbroken.
Long Chen stood up, his clothes already tattered, but he didn't care. He reached out and pulled out the black broadsword beside him, took a deep breath, and walked back toward the Sharpening Heavenly Staircase.
Though his clothes were tattered and covered in blood, his figure remained upright, his will unwavering, his steps steady, and he pressed forward without a trace of fear.
What Long Chen didn't know was that his aura had changed from before, like a dull blade being tempered, gradually becoming sharper.