Chapter 1877 - 193: The Immortal Sword Unsheathed!

Above the Royal Capital.

Clear skies and vast heavens, blue dome and bright sun.

Everyone, in this instant, was drawn to that incomparably vivid azure sky.

Chii——

A streak of white light tore through the void, ten thousand miles in a breath.

With just a flicker, that streak of white vanished, impossible to grasp.

The next instant.

The color-drained heaven and earth regained their hues, the frozen world once more began to flow.

And at this moment.

The White-robed Sword Immortal’s pupils tightened ever so slightly. Looking ahead, a solemn weight appeared in his gaze for the first time.

Because he saw a streak of white light spinning round and round in Jiang Ning’s palm.

That was Sword Intent refined to the very extreme.

Now this strand of Sword Intent was like solid matter, whirling in Jiang Ning’s outstretched palm.

Its momentum had not dispersed, still surging forward, yet it could never break through Jiang Ning’s palm.

The next moment.

Jiang Ning’s five fingers closed, the Sword Intent refined to near substance leaked out from between his fingers and dispersed, vanishing.

That sword light had been completely crushed in his hand.

Feeling the faint sting in his palm, Jiang Ning nodded inwardly, quietly satisfied.

Just now, at only a single exchange, Su Qingying’s body was pierced through—wounded under this very strike, See the Blue Heavens, from the White-robed Sword Immortal.

Yet facing this same move, he met it with bare palm, and felt only a slight prickling pain.

From this alone, he knew his physique now was already no longer what it used to be.

"To take my Sword Intent head-on with flesh alone—you’ve enough to be proud of! No wonder you could once receive that one’s favor." The White-robed Sword Immortal spoke.

As he spoke, his left hand stretched forward, and that flying sword slid straight into his grip.

Hand closing round the hilt, the sword tip pointed straight at Jiang Ning.

"This next sword, you’d best watch closely!"

"Don’t waste time." Jiang Ning shook his head, his gaze falling on the sheathed long sword in the man’s right hand. "Let that sword leave its scabbard."

"Your eye is not bad." The White-robed Sword Immortal twisted his wrist, the flying sword in his hand angling down toward the ground.

"To make this sword leave its sheath—you’re still not qualified." The White-robed Sword Immortal said, the flying sword in his left hand once more leveling at Jiang Ning.

Weng——

Suddenly.

A sword cry.

The sound like a dragon’s chant through the Nine Heavens, clear and resounding.

Also like thunder rolling across Chang Kong, the force oppressive.

One saw that flying sword turn once in the White-robed Sword Immortal’s hand, and then he suddenly let go.

Xiū——

A streak of Cold Light, piercing through the void.

In merely a blink, the many experts who saw this scene hadn’t yet reacted before that sword was already upon Jiang Ning.

Just then.

Jiang Ning lashed out with a sudden punch, his fist blasting forth, smashing into the sword tip.

They saw the flying sword’s blade press into an astonishing arc, then spring away.

"Still probing me, are you?" The thought flashed through Jiang Ning’s mind.

He knew why this White-robed Sword Immortal had come, and he knew the other was in no hurry.

Because pressure and coercion needed to be applied step by step.

But he hadn’t expected that, knowing full well his fleshly body was monstrous, able to catch See the Blue Heavens bare-handed, the man would still use such powerless means of attack.

He himself was also in no rush.

He was unfamiliar with Immortal methods.

The opponent’s pressure on him wasn’t great; it suited him perfectly to familiarize himself with a few Immortal techniques.

But as things stood, these offensives from the other side were truly meaningless to him.

Even if he didn’t move at all, such methods couldn’t harm him in the slightest.

Just then, that flying sword he had blasted away gathered momentum once more and came sweeping toward him.

Seeing this, his right hand’s five fingers spread, then swept out sharply.

The flying sword, swift as a thunderbolt, was seized in an instant in his grip.

Then his five fingers contracted, clamping down explosively.

"Crack!"

The sword body shattered on the spot, its Spiritual vanishing abruptly.

He opened his mouth once more and drew in; the broken flying sword turned to streaming light and dove into his belly.

All these changes began and ended within a mere flicker of time.

At this moment, the White-robed Sword Immortal’s expression grew even more severe and cold.

"I underestimated you." He said slowly.

Then his voice rose high.

"Able to break a single flying sword, you may yet break my Sword Array!"

As his words fell.

The White-robed Sword Immortal’s left hand formed a Sword technique, then his sword fingers pointed to Qingming above.

In an instant.

Sword light flared behind him, surging up like the tide.

Countless flying swords, dense as swarming locusts, inexhaustibly gathered together.

In only a heartbeat, a long river rose behind him.

Within the long river, Sword Qi criss-crossed, its force rolling.

Watching this, Jiang Ning’s gaze sharpened slightly.

He saw that within that river of Sword Qi, every strand of sword light was a tiny sword like a needle.

"Mother and Child Swords." His heart stirred, a glimmer of understanding.

Hong——

With a deafening boom, that Sword Qi long river thundered toward Jiang Ning.

One sweep across Chang Kong, and the rolling sword river had already shrouded Jiang Ning.

"Once you’ve entered my Sword Array, life and death are no longer yours to decide." The White-robed Sword Immortal called out sonorously, as if speaking to some other watching being.

Suddenly.

His expression changed, a hint of shock surfacing in his eyes.

Because he saw countless tiny swords being swallowed into Jiang Ning’s belly.

Those Sword Qi beams striking Jiang Ning, whose body was covered in golden radiance, produced only clanging ding-dang sounds, leaving not a single wound.

On the contrary, Jiang Ning would now and then snatch out a hand, seizing a mass of tiny swords, crushing them to scrap iron, and swallowing them down.

"What kind of monstrous body is this?!" The White-robed Sword Immortal was inwardly aghast.

After a brief moment of thought, his gaze hardened.

"I can’t let this continue." The thought flashed through his mind.

A streak of clear light flared at the center of his brow, and a formless, intangible yet supremely sharp Sword Intent erupted at once.

From the void came the sound of a sword’s cry.

It was the Primordial Spirit Sword he had already used once before!!

Formless, traceless, severing gods and annihilating souls.

Within the Sword Array.

Jiang Ning suddenly felt a chill surge toward the depths of his Spirit Platform, as if a keen blade were stabbing in through his brow.

In a flash.

His Spirit Platform was roused; Taiyin and Taiyang rose, sun and moon hung high, their radiance illuminating the four quarters.