Chapter 593: Chapter 595: A Higher Sword Realm
The Shattering Immortal Sword technique is all about speed, necessitating one’s physique to withstand the terrible air resistance, because when the velocity reaches its extre, even colliding with the surface of water can cause a trendous impact, powerful enough to tear apart skin and muscles!
In the mont Zhu Minglang inhaled and then exhaled, he executed his sword strike.
He was dashing, swift as a violent wind.
But this speed was far from sufficient; even the sword swung by him was rely an ordinary slash of moonlight, possessing only sharpness and a flashy sword glow.
He accelerated further, the so-called unity of swordsman and sword simply ant the Sword Master had to harmonize his movents with the sword technique, the mont he beca as fast as lightning, swinging his sword with the fastest speed and greatest force, the resulting power would far exceed that of ordinary sword moves!
And after the tenth move of the Sword teor Sword Technique, every subsequent technique required the Sword Master to reach this realm, otherwise, the power wouldn’t suffice, nor would it produce the terrifying effect reminiscent of a teor falling from the sky!
Fast!
The wind had generated massive resistance, making Zhu Minglang’s arm-swinging feel like he was moving against the current in a tumultuous river.
But Zhu Minglang always practiced like this, using the wind as pebbles to grind away at the sword embroidery; he was more than familiar with the patterns of the wind!
“Plucking Feather!!!!!!!”
Zhu Minglang roared out this sound; he needed to break through his own speed and also surpass his previous sword swinging speed. He had never used this sword technique before reaching the King-Level Realm because his frail body simply couldn’t withstand this rebounding force!!
Muscles tearing, skin as if slashed by a knife, Zhu Minglang’s hair flew backward, his speed had quickened to the point where everything around him appeared to be at a standstill, so fast that ti seed to slow down.
The black feathers of the “Witch Dragon” fell ever so slowly.
The oncoming Earth Demon King, with its fangs and claws, seed to be performing a play, its movents sluggish…
The dust that was kicked up was visible, grain by grain; the dropping blood was thick and continuous; even the thunder rolling in the distance seed to freeze within the clouds!
Fast enough?
Zhu Minglang did not know himself.
He only felt like his arm was as heavy as a mountain, yet he had to swing it faster than the wind!!
“Creak, creak, creak!!!!!”
With a sound like bones breaking, Zhu Minglang still managed to unleash that strike, the sword aiming for the Earth Demon King, and in the mont when the sword stroke was made, space and ti seed utterly frozen!
Everything in heaven and earth ca to a tranquil halt, only this sword, unlike any worldly object, rampaged across the sky, sharp and graceful!!
“Hum~~~~~~~~~~~”
Like the quivering of a guitar string, the sword warped across different spaces, and the Earth Demon King was as if it had stepped into a formation that devoured immortals, its body being shaved away piece by piece!
First, the tough hide as firm as iron, followed by chunks of demonic flesh akin to boulders, then the centipede-like skeleton that sprawled all over its body, and the intertwining blood vessels resembling worms!!
It seed as if the Earth Demon King was just taking steps in the previous mont, its Evil Arm Saw Spear forelimbs only just lifted, but the next mont, it was as if it underwent an ordeal that lasted an entire day, completely dissected into a finished skeleton by Zhu Minglang’s Sword teor Technique!!
The Earth Demon King’s forward motion suddenly collapsed; even its inner skeleton couldn’t stay intact and eventually scattered on the ground.
Zhu Minglang appeared behind the Earth Demon King, panting heavily.
His body, too, was covered in torn wounds. Fortunately, the Fire Scar Sword Inscription’s use was not only on the Sword Spirit Dragon, but it also bestowed that imnse life force onto Zhu Minglang, otherwise, after unleashing that strike, Zhu Minglang himself would have almost certainly died from his body exploding!
The Sixteenth Sword Shattering Immortal, Zhu Minglang finally unleashed it.
But the backlash was just too strong.
Indeed, it was this mortal flesh that limited his realm that was on par with deities; aside from his flawless and handso appearance, he was utterly useless in every other aspect!
“Cough cough~”
Zhu Minglang spat out a mouthful of blood and, subconsciously glanced at the cloud-covered sky, only to discover that the dense cloud curtain had at so point taken on the shape of a fish skeleton, with golden sunlight like silk passing through the gaps, creating strip upon strip of magnificent sky curtains. The interplay of shadows and light drapes divided this Upper Isolated Ridge area into several regions!
The light from the sky do seed to fill the space cleaved by Zhu Minglang, and even more so, seed to trace the trajectory of the Plucking Feather Sword’s strike, which was swift enough to freeze ti!!!
The sword in his hand was a fiery red, as if it had been plunged into a forging furnace and quenched.
Using the wind as gravel, it ground away the rust on the sword…
Could it be that after his sword strikes beca faster and stronger, each ti the sword’s friction with the air sparked flas, it was like a furnace’s quenching fire, and if the sword didn’t destroy, it would beco even more refined!!
Using the sky as a furnace, each swing of the sword ignites a fla, tempering the body of the sword!
When a teorite falls to earth from outer space, it ignites due to its imnse speed, and the rare teoric crystals are quenched in the trendous firestorm upon touching the earth.
If the wind can be used to grind away the inscriptions, why can’t the heavens be used to temper a sword??
Is this a higher sword realm??
Zhu Minglang looked at the sword in his hand; the pattern on the Fire Trace Sword grew clearer and clearer, the persistent high-temperature sword fla was like polishing away sword dust, making the Fire Trace Sword more transparent, more vibrant, more resplendently dazzling as if the fire on it would never extinguish!!
“Crack crack!”
“Crack crack crack!!!!”
From behind him, the sound of bones colliding resounded.
The life force of the Earth Demon King was indeed very tenacious, even the Shattering Immortal Sword, which could severely damage even immortals, did not completely kill it.
It no longer had skin, flesh, or even blood vessels; all that remained was a terrifying skeleton, which bore countless, densely packed evil inscriptions…
Had the evil inscriptions been branded into the bones?
Lower Earth Devils would burrow into the flesh and muscles of the Giant Ridge Generals, endowing them with barbaric demonic strength.
Higher Earth Devils would drill into a person’s eyes and parasitize their organs, allowing them to resurrect even after the host had died.
The Earth Demon King had burrowed into Wu Wen’s bone marrow, and even without a flesh body, it wouldn’t die, and the squirming orbs in his eye sockets were rely part of the Earth Demon King. Picking them out and killing them was utterly pointless!
To let a type of Evil Insect Oolong burrow and coexist within one’s own marrow…
This Black Scythe Wu Wen was not only the one with the most perverse tastes that Zhu Minglang had seen, but also the most cruel to himself!
“To make this strike, you have hurt yourself all over, while this sovereign has rely shed the unnecessary parts,” the bone head opened its mouth, emitting a scoff at Zhu Minglang.
Zhu Minglang now understood why Wu Wen covered his eyes during the transformation of the Black Scythe. If he had seen the demonic bones and evil inscriptions growing inside him, he would have known that the real Earth Demon King was in the marrow of Black Scythe Wu Wen!
The Earth Demon King probably wasn’t sustaining itself on blood anymore, but on marrow!
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