Chapter 1505 - 1504: Life-Sacrificing Sword Slash

Chapter 1505: Chapter 1504: Life-Sacrificing Sword Slash

Even the mightiest warrior now has no chance to turn the tide!

But in that very moment, from Ling Chen’s eyes an extremely sharp intent suddenly burst forth. Simultaneously, his brow split open, and in the next instant, Ling Chen’s sword spirit, colored blue and gold, suddenly shot out from between his brows, accompanied by Sword Light attached to the sword spirit!

"Life-Sacrificing Sword Slash!"

Ling Chen let out an angry roar, and in that moment, he abandoned his body, channeling all his power into this singular strike!

This was a strike fought with one’s life on the line!

Only in such a desperate moment does Ling Chen have the opportunity to utilize this technique!

Because under normal circumstances, using such a technique would mean that Ling Chen was already at death’s door.

Just as Ling Chen’s body was pierced by three swords and his life gradually faded, this sacrificial sword strike suddenly hit the body of the Sword Prison Spirit, striking right into its face and then piercing through!

After completing this ultimate kill strike, Ling Chen’s vitality completely extinguished, and he collapsed while that sword spirit, now dimming in midair, was evidently about to dissipate.

However, after being pierced through its face, the body of the Sword Prison Spirit suddenly froze on the spot, its eight hands stopped moving, and then the body began to gradually disintegrate and ultimately vanished into the void, disappearing in midair.

The three swords stuck in Ling Chen also dissipated along with the Sword Prison Spirit’s body’s collapse, and his wounds started to heal visibly fast.

In the blink of an eye, the scars on Ling Chen were completely gone, returning to their original state, and he awakened.

At the moment the Sword Prison Spirit was defeated, the entire eighteenth layer quaked; the sky darkened ominously, Feng Yun transformed, and the giant swords embedded in the ground trembled violently as if an earthquake had occurred.

"Hmm?"

Ling Chen watched the changes in the eighteenth layer of the Sword Prison with shock, a feeling of surprise rose in his heart, but before he could grasp what was happening, the dark sky suddenly opened up, a beam of light cast down, hitting Ling Chen precisely, while simultaneously, from those giant swords, emitted beams of sword-shaped light, the Thousand Swords Simultaneous Movement, all directed at the focal point of the space, Ling Chen’s location!

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!

Beams of sword-shaped light shot across the sky like meteors, flashing past and then disappeared into Ling Chen’s body!

Ling Chen couldn’t evade and was hit by those meteor-like Sword Light beams; with each Sword Light entering Ling Chen, he could feel a Swordsmanship technique emerging in his mind, all kinds. With hundreds of sword rays entering his body, Ling Chen’s mind was infused with hundreds of sword techniques.

"Fortunately, my soul’s will is strong enough to accommodate such a vast amount of information."

Ling Chen’s Sword Intent rose to the peak of Saint-class Intermediate Stage, his mind capable of holding an unimaginable amount of information. Being infused with hundreds of sword techniques in a short period would have driven an ordinary swordsman to madness, but Ling Chen could store these sword techniques without forgetting them.

This kind of memory isn’t ordinary; if reading a book once means you remember it, that’s the basic level of memory every saint can easily achieve. But Ling Chen’s memory means storing hundreds of sword techniques in his mind, able to recall them anytime for analysis, which is extraordinary.

Of course, Ling Chen isn’t a deity; the sheer number of sword techniques means the lesser ones, after a once-over, will be sorted and discarded. Only those with promise, those Ling Chen finds valuable, will be retained.

However, even with hundreds of sword techniques entering his mind, this wasn’t the end. After all meteor-like Sword Light in the space entered Ling Chen’s body, he received a total of over a thousand sword techniques. But two-thirds of these were discarded at a glance, and less than one-third remained.

But even so, this is a considerable amount, with nearly three hundred sword techniques left.

These sword techniques are possessed by the consciousness bodies in the Sword Prison, such as those of the Ju Ancestor, Dragon People, and even Thunder Hidden, Master Gongben, and Shinobi God’s techniques, all included here. When Ling Chen passed the eighteenth layer of the Sword Prison, all were infused into Ling Chen’s mind as the one who conquered it.

This should count as the reward for his conquest!

So many exquisite sword techniques immediately pushed Ling Chen into a state of enlightenment, and these techniques will take him some time to digest.

Meanwhile, outside the Sword Prison, all hell had broken loose.

Outside the Sword Prison, hundreds of warriors stood, their eyes fixed on the top of the Thousand Zhang Giant Sword, where Ling Chen’s name had disappeared from the eighteenth layer’s area.

Just when everyone thought Ling Chen would be eliminated and teleported out, from the dim giant sword suddenly radiated an astonishing sword-shaped light beam, shooting skyward faster than the eye could see, seemingly piercing a hole through the firmament!

"What’s happening?"

Everyone was aghast, stunned by this sudden sight, but before they could react, from the vortex in the sky’s hole, flashed a brilliant anomaly, and the next instant, a dense flow of sword qi rained down like a torrential downpour. However, this was no ordinary rain but a peculiar "sword rain"!

The sword rain came too fiercely; most couldn’t escape its onslaught. Just as they scrambled, thinking they’d be hurt, they were astonished to find these sword rains hit their bodies but caused no harm.

"How is this possible? My Swordsmanship Realm seems to have improved!"

Suddenly, a middle-aged swordsman loudly announced in disbelief, discovering that after receiving the peculiar sword rain’s baptism, his Swordsmanship Realm inexplicably advanced!

"My Sword Intent level was stagnant for three years, and it just broke through!"

"Is that so? Haha, I’ve struggled with a sword technique for ten years and just grasped it in that instant!"

Incessant exclamations successively echoed, swiftly stirring a tumult among the crowd.