Chapter 22: Sword Broken

Sword Dynasty

Volume 2

Chapter 22: Sword Broken

Facing the giant snow sword slashing down from the air at astonishing speed, Liang Lian remained motionless. However, a wave of astonishingly cold killing intent slowly radiated from his body. All the snow gathered around him moved away as if in fear.

At the same time, an unusual buzzing sound rang out in the distant sky.

This was the movement of a vast amount of primal energies of the universe. They were not flying like invisible mountains, but like giant crisscrossing lights flying through the air. They were extremely dense and extremely fast.

Ding Ning was no ordinary cultivator, so he clearly understood that the speed of this primal energies of the universe movement surpassed the limits of an ordinary realm seven third-class cultivator. If it exceeded normal limits, the cultivator's body would have to bear an even greater burden.

Puff puff puff puff…

Countless cracking sounds came from the stone path beneath Liang Lian's feet, as stone fragments and snowflakes scattered. But his body remained motionless, and his skin even emitted a strange metallic glow.

Supreme Sword Body!

The cultivation method Liang Lian was using was clearly visible to Ding Ning. He took a deep breath and exhaled slowly.

At this very moment, the snowflakes scattering around Liang Lian began to swirl around him, fluttering down one by one. The originally soft and light snowflakes became incredibly heavy as the vital energy and primal energies of the universe seeped into them. These heavy snowflakes formed numerous white snow curtains around his body. Each snow curtain was like a giant millstone.

The snow swords slashing from the sky collided with the snow curtains. Although neither was made of metal, when they met, a tremendous metallic clang rang out. The sound was as loud as a giant bell that required dozens of people to ring together.

The entire Northern Camp of the Tiger-Wolf Army shook.

The blanket of snow that had accumulated on top of the military tents, military equipment, and even the seal chariots fell off.

Liang Lian’s eyes narrowed slightly.

The snowflakes had made numerous cuts in his clothes. But the skin beneath the cuts shone with a strange light. Not a single scar had been left behind.

The giant snow sword and the numerous snow curtains surrounding his body had completely shattered. Countless snowflakes transformed into tiny particles invisible to the naked eye.

This actually made the surrounding sky and earth brighter. However, Xue Wangxu's figure was nowhere to be seen.

Because there were millions of small transparent swords being formed around him. The sheer number of transparent objects was so terrifying that when they stacked on top of each other, the world before his eyes became unreal.

Many military cultivators standing inside the camp gates held their breath at this moment. For them, this was a sight that was hard to imagine.

Countless small transparent swords floated in the air together and formed a sword tower over a hundred feet tall. At the center of the sword tower was Liang Lian.

In the next moment, these countless small transparent sword suddenly accelerated sharply, fell, and drew out numerous lines visible to the naked eye.

Facing these falling swords, Liang Lian remained motionless. A hint of disdain flashed across his cold face. This was because he could see the sword essence within them.

These swords were not meant to defeat him, but simply to trap him. Tens of thousands of swords formed a prison simply because his opponent did not want him to use his physical advantage and launch a fierce attack.

Perhaps, Xue Wangxu's understanding of swordsmanship was higher than him, but after all he was too old. He could not act as freely as he once did with his strength, nor could he fight for a longer period of time.

“You want a chance to breathe, you want to fight me with this soft method… but do you think that I should fight so fiercely?”

Looking at the swords falling around him and sensing the sword formation formed by them, the cold expression on Liang Lian's face deepened.

He calmly extended his right hand.

A loud bang rang out!

A pure presence that only powerful lifebound objects could possess appeared between heaven and earth. The entire military camp trembled.

This gave everyone a terrifying feeling, as if a giant monster chained and imprisoned at the bottom of the river had finally broken free from its cage.

In the next moment, this presence did not explode but instead piled up in layers in front of Liang Lian.

A streak of black light flashed swiftly.

A pitch black broadsword that was straight and without any luster appeared in Liang Lian's hand. Half of the blade was dull like the black rocks on the riverbank, while the other half flowed with light like countless black waves.

He held this sword horizontally across his chest. As the primal energies of the universe poured down from the high heavens and into the sword, a curved river dam formed around him. The power emanating from his body and the sword in his hand increased, but this power remained confined within the dam.

 

At the same time, just like the day when Bureau Chief Ye fought Zhao Zhan, there was an old man dressed in ordinary, light-colored cotton clothes sitting on a wisteria chair under the eaves on the defense tower closest to the Northern Camp of the Tiger-Wolf Army. His sparse white hair was untied, flowing loosely down his shoulders like ginseng roots.

Behind him stood an unusually humble young man with a tall and slender build.

Unlike during the battle with Ye Celeng and Zhao Zhan, he was not wearing casual clothes, but rather a plain gray official robe. The official robe bore patterns of various objects used for sacrificial ceremonies. This indicated that this young man was an official of the Bureau of Ancestral Law.

However, beyond these patterns, this official robe differed in many other aspects from the ordinary Bureau of Ancestral Law official robes. Most notably, there was a deer head pattern near the collar on the back. This was the insignia of the bureau chief of the Bureau of Ancestral Law.

So, this extremely humble young man was the bureau chief of the Bureau of Ancestral Law, Huang Zhenwei!

“This is the strongest sword move in the Temporary Dam Sword Manual, the Dam Breaking Sword.” the old man in simple cotton robes praised as he gazed at Liang Lian's sword form amidst the strong wind and snow.

Huang Zhenwei, whose gentle and humble features evoked positive feelings in anyone who saw him at first sight, became serious upon hearing the old man's words. He could not help but reply softly. “This Dam Breaking Sword will grow stronger the longer it accumulates, the moment the sword essence explodes like a dam breaking… General Liang Lian truly deserves to be called a formidable general with experience in battle. Using such a sword move against Sect Master Xue, I'm afraid Sect Master Xue will be forced to resort to a preemptive strike.”

The old man nodded in agreeement.

Just at this moment, a dazzling bright light appeared amidst the wind and snow.

Xue Wangxu's figure appeared amidst the wind and snow.

He held a beam of sparkling light in his right hand. The light was pure and bright, even exuding a sacred presence. He unleashed his lifebound sword.

This sword, which was originally a sword covered in stone, which had been polished in the battle he had with Feng Qianzhuo, now shone with an extremely bright light. Endless, bright sword light gushed out from the short sword in his hand. The light instantly illuminated the sky in front of him, the entire Northern Camp of the Tiger-Wolf Army, making the entire camp shrouded in wind and snow as bright as day.

Xue Wangxu held this sword and calmly stabbed towards the dam in front of him. An enormous white goat horn appeared in front of him. Just like the strike he had displayed when handing the sect master's sword to Li Daoji, this white goat horn was slightly curved.

The sharpest tip of the white goat horn did not directly stab towards the dam in front of him, but instead only touched from above, while the thickest part of the white goat horn tilted down and pressed down firmly. In essence, the true meaning of the White Goat Sword was not to attack, but to defend, and to maintain balance.

The curved white goat horn pressed heavily against the dam, sapping its strength. It seemed as if they were about to shatter the dam, causing the floodwaters within to gush out through the countless cracks.

Seeing this sword strike, the man on the wisteria rattan chair in the tower was slightly taken aback. He couldn't hold back his admiration and praise.”Marvelous!”

Huang Zhenwei's eyes also filled with a bright light, and he too praised. “Extremely marvelous!”

 

Liang Lian’s pupils fiercely contracted.

Seeing this white goat horn sword light press down, he did not hesitate and threw his left fist forward.

A dull thud resounded again, reverberating between heaven and earth.

His metal-like left fist slammed into the blade of his own sword. The lifebond sword in his right hand clashed fiercely with Xue Wangxu's lifebond sword.

The long-prepared sword move was instantly shattered. His sword looked like a city wall.

A dull thud rang out!

His left fist once again slammed into his own sword blade, intending to deflect Xue Wangxu's sword strike. The force of resistance grew stronger and stronger. He felt he could not withstand it.

As he struck out with his left fist, the stone path beneath his feet exploded, and blood gushed out from the soles of his feet.

From the blade of his sword, a powerful momentum surged into Xue Wangxu's body. His body emitted several small sounds, as if countless dust particles were being shaken off his skin.

Despite this, his face maintained a warm and proud smile, and his sword did not retreat in the slightest.

Liang Lian groaned softly and took a step back.

More blood flowed from beneath his feet, leaving a crimson footprint on the ground. His gaze now became extremely cold.

Without a moment's pause, he let out a furious roar and once again slammed his fist into his own sword.

As his fist struck the blade of his sword, countless drops of boiling hot blood flowed out, the power accumulated within the blade gushing out.

Not far ahead, Ding Ning calmly watched the battle, holding his umbrella.

At that moment, Ding Ning's eyebrows trembled slightly, his lips trembled slightly, and his hands also trembled slightly.

Feeling the terrifying power gushing out from within his opponent's body, Xue Wangxu smiled a little proudly, and maintained his sword stance.

There was a cracking sound!

The lifebond sword in his hand broke. The enormous white goat horn was also broken in the middle.

The thick white horn that had broken off seemed to suddenly come loose and continued to slam forward.

Another cracking sound!

Liang Lian's chest arched slightly. His heavy body was immediately thrown dozens of steps back. His mouth spat out a mist of blood.

Xue Wangxu lowered his hand and smiled with satisfaction.

A drop of blood slowly seeped from the corner of his mouth, dripping down his snow-white beard.

Inside his body, at that moment, more dust-like particles seemed to fly out, emitting sizzling sounds.

 

“It is over!”

The man in the defensive tower took a deep breath and stood up.

He stretched his arms forward. A vast presence rapidly flowed out from his fingers.

At the same time, Ding Ning, who had been waiting silently, approached Xue Wangxu. He glanced at Xue Wangxu. He did not speak, simply holding an umbrella to shield Xue Wangxu from the wind and snow.

 

Notes:

This novel is not my work... I just translated it from a Chinese web novel written by Wu Zui

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