Chapter 178: True Appearance of the Broken Saber

After raising her sword, the woman casually twirled her sword, then thrust her sword forward. The rainwater in the sky was instantly forced apart by the power of her sword, pouring down on both sides. The torrential rain crashed into the walls, and one side had already collapsed, while the other side could not hold for much longer under the erosion of the rain. Reêad latest novels at novelhall.com

Under the scouring of the rainwater, it was already swaying endlessly.

There were many terrifying aspects of sword cultivators. Sword cultivators who controlled their swords could engage in battle with cultivators, but once they regained their swords, they would naturally turn into existences similar to martial artists.

The unique nature of sword cultivators had always been a headache for all foreign cultivators

The woman glanced at Chen Chao, her face expressionless as she held the flying sword horizontally in front of her. She then pressed her finger on the blade. Following a slight trembling of the blade, the sound of a sword hum resonated as invisible streams of sword qi emerged, sweeping out in all directions. The woman followed closely behind, arriving with her sword.

The small alley was not far apart in the first place. With a slight tap of her foot on the water's surface, she left behind imperceptible ripples. In an instant, her figure shot over the rainwater-covered alley ground, leaving behind a long ravine. The rainwater slid to both sides, leaving a relatively dry path in the middle.

In the blink of an eye, the snow-white blade of the flying sword already arrived before Chen Chao's eyes.

A seemingly light and fluttering sword swung out.

A streak of sword qi tore through the rain curtain, directly slicing across the small alley. In the face of this seemingly light and fluttering sword, the alley appeared to be sliced apart in an instant.

The renown of how sword cultivators had the strongest killing power was indeed not a false reputation.

Chen Chao tilted his head back and exerted force from his waist and abdomen, just in time to watch that streak of sword light pass before his eyes, cutting through a large area of rain curtain and crashing onto the stone wall of the alley further away. It casually sliced it apart like cutting tofu with a knife.

This was a sword cultivator.

It was not difficult for Chen Chao to avoid this sword, but before he could straighten his body, the woman leaped into the air and appeared above him. The sword in her hand fell casually, seemingly light and ethereal. But as it descended vertically, countless streaks of sword qi fell turbulently at the same time too.

That one sword move was just the beginning. In this ensuing battle, she aimed to firmly hold the initiative in her hands.

However, as the sword descended, Chen Chao twisted his waist and narrowly avoided this fatal strike again. The sharpness of the Silver Silk was needless to say. After the sword landed, its blade plunged deep into the ground, releasing sword qi. Like a sharp blade, it constantly affected Chen Chao.

The woman laughed coldly. When her initial sword strike failed, she was not worried at all. Instead, she twisted the hilt of her sword, and the blade aimed for Chen Chao's waist, slicing across the ground. The flying sword was deep in the ground, but it still effortlessly cleaved a hole in the earth.

The sword qi came forth, crashing against Chen Chao like tidal waves.

Chen Chao pressed down with his broken saber in his hand. Then, his other hand threw a brute-force punch, aiming directly at the woman's chest.

The woman raised an eyebrow. The Silver Silk in her hand had already passed by, aiming to glide across Chen Chao's arm before his fist reached her.

The woman hovering above him was different from ordinary women. At least compared to Jiang Shuchan, she appeared more ruthless. In this situation, perhaps most men would choose to temporarily avoid confrontation, but it was this woman who did not retreat, but instead chose to face the challenge head-on.

In the extremely brief moment, Chen Chao pondered many things. In the end, he still chose to punch the woman's chest.

His fist and the sword light descended almost simultaneously.

The woman was struck in the chest by a punch, emitting a muffled groan. Then, her whole body swayed as she was flung backward. At the same time, the Silver Silk in her hand also brushed against Chen Chao's arm.

A wound deep enough to see the bone appeared on Chen Chao's arm.

Chen Chao furrowed his brows slightly.

The sword qi surged into the wound. But after a moment, his surging qi instantly forced it out.

The woman retreated several steps and stood firm in the distance. Her chest had already sunken inward.

Sword cultivators were often considered on par with martial artists in many aspects, but they were only on par. If they really encountered those kinds of martial artists who truly tempered their bodies to the limit, they would still fall at a disadvantage.

A barely noticeable flush suddenly appeared on the woman's face, but it was suppressed by her in an instant. Sword qi continued pouring out of the acupoints within her body and started moving toward her chest to heal herself.

After completing all of this, she lifted her head to look at the opposite side. Chen Chao stood there with a visible bone-deep wound on his arm. But it was not like how the woman had imagined.

She had originally thought that her sword strike would easily sever Chen Chao's arm no matter what. But she did not think that at this moment, it would only leave Chen Chao with a mere wound.

The resilient body of this young martial artist in front of her exceeded her expectations.

The woman stood in place, her thoughts complicated. When she was young, she went up the mountain to cultivate. Her master told her that she was quite talented, if she only cultivated, it would be somewhat of a waste. So, he asked her if she was willing to train in the sword and become a sword cultivator. However, the path of the sword was not as smooth for women as it was for men. Looking across the history of cultivation, there were probably not many so-called female sword immortals. This path seemed open and broad, but in reality, it was rugged. Nevertheless, the woman stepped on this path of the sword with indomitable will.

He was still continuously closing in on his opponent.

One hundred paces.

Fifty paces.

Thirty paces.

Then, he hacked his saber down!

The woman lifted her head. Looking at the saber that was about to fall, she flew backward with a tap of her toes.

The broken saber fell.

The ground instantly split apart!

A crack spread out and rainwater instantly poured into it.

After retreating several dozen feet, the woman did not retreat, but advanced instead. Releasing the sword in her hand, that flying sword, Silver Silk, hummed slightly, quickly crashing out and emitting a sword light!

Chen Chao suddenly raised his head, watching the swiftly approaching flying sword. He did not choose to evade, but swung his saber, hacking heavily onto the flying sword.

This was already the unknown number of times the saber and sword clashed.

A black piece peeled off the blade edge of the broken saber, revealing a snowy-white and clear blade.

Chen Chao furrowed his brows, momentarily lost in a daze.

He had always thought that this broken saber was black, but later during the martial exam, many mottled spots appeared on the broken saber's blade. That was when he realized that the issue was not that simple. But now, the black color on the blade had actually peeled off, revealing its true appearance?

Turns out that this broken saber had always been cocooned in some kind of rust?

At this moment, he really wanted to know what the broken saber originally looked like.

When he first found this broken saber, he only thought it was sharp and likely not inferior to an ordinary flying sword. But how could he have thought about these things?

Turns out that the broken saber wrapped in rust was so sharp. Then what about after revealing its true appearance?

What kind of scene would it be?

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The qi within Chen Chao's body surged, flowing from his arm to that broken saber.

After a moment, Chen Chao shook his hand.

With the continuous clashes aided by Silver Silk, there were black pieces that kept falling off.

With the rainwater's scouring, it did not take long for the black-colored broken saber to gradually reveal its true appearance.

The clear and snowy-white blade was slightly narrower than before, looking less ordinary while gaining a touch of uniqueness.

The broken saber suddenly began humming.

Chen Chao narrowed his eyes slightly.

He could hear it, that was a sense of exhilaration.

It was the kind of exhilaration that came from being confined in a cage for a long time and finally returning to nature.

It was also the exhilaration of breaking out of the accumulated dust after many years.

A renowned sword had its spirit that could resonate with the sword owner's mind.

What about a saber?