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Swordbound Chronicles Last Battle - Part III.
The young man floated like a bird, looking regal in his tunic lined with a flowing green robe. His face looked flat, cold, and expressionless."Tring, tring, tring!"Guzheng's strings were plucked by his ten slender fingers. His fingers moved gently like a dancer's hands, even though he was a man.The melodious, mesmerizing sound rang through the still-dark morning. However, the impact of the plucking was devastating."Tsing, tsing, tsing."Everyone was wide-eyed when they saw the ten kinds of sword-lust flying from the Guzheng that the young man had plucked.There were ten sword-lights running fast, like snakes flying towards the flock of practitioners from the West. "Run!" and the situation became chaotic."Beep, beep, beep!"Ten explosions rang out when the sword energy from Guzheng's passage touched the sand of the Cursed Gurung.Dozens of practitioners from the western and eastern alliance groups were thrown aloft following the sword energy, which then exploded explosively."Some
Swordbound Chronicles Last Battle - Part IV.
It was mid-morning, and the sun was shining brightly in the Cursed Desert. The battle between the three camps was brutal. Bodies lay scattered, blood splattered across the Cursed Desert. SAINT against SAINT, and SAGE against SAGE.The Guzheng picker named Yu Long began to sweat. Sweat was pouring down his forehead, and white smoke started to come out from the top of his head.Yu Long began to feel tired, and some of his magic energy began to weaken. However, he had to continue playing the music of death to help the north defend against the west and east.Meanwhile, a female voice, Elder Yi Zan, sounded softly, "Lin Hong...""What should I do, Elder Zuo?" asked Lin Hong, approaching the woman.The two stood on a rather high sandy ground, resembling a small hill, and watched the course of the great fight on the battlefield.With an unpredictable expression, naturally because Yi Zan was wearing a wooden mask, the elder said, "You know what you should do, right? It looks like Yu Long is s
Swordbound Chronicles Last Battle - Part V.
Elder Yi Zan, in her wisdom, even changed this sword technique. She revised and incorporated elements of high-end Qi energy, so that this sword technique became the Quasi Dao Grade Sword Technique, a more powerful and deadly technique.Dong Bai, the famous Eastern Sword King, became overwhelmed when this new Nirvana Painting Sword ambushed him.The pressure from the Qi energy, emitted by Yi Zan who was at SAGE level six, caused Dong Bai to be instantly suppressed. He could only make defensive moves, without being given the slightest chance to execute his attack technique, the "Dying Star Sword."Dong Bai then became the butt of the battle. Not to mention, occasionally Elder Yi Zan threw out magic talismans that exploded like lightning bolts, which left the Eastern Sword King battered.The explosions reverberated through the air, creating shockwaves that shattered the surrounding foliage.+++"What do you mean!" shouted Mao Lao Gao, as he was stopped in his tracks by a sword strike tha
Swordbound Chronicles Last Battle - Part VI.
Morning moved slowly, creeping into day, and day crept slowly into night. In the midst of this time change, a war between the Four Sword Kings - north, south, west, and east - broke out in the sky.The light of meteor explosions was seen as sword met sword, creating a mesmerizing scene.This battle attracted the attention of all eyes. The long-running war between the three camps, where experts from the northern, western, and eastern plains had come to a halt.All their focus was now on the battle of the demigods. Even Mr. Fei Ma and Tian Cheng seemed to have agreed to stop fighting and chose to watch the high-level fight between the Sword Kings.Meanwhile, it seemed that only the Sword King of the central plains, Yang Xiansheng, had yet to jump into the arena. He seemed to be still deliberating whether to join or challenge the eventual winner of the four demigods' war.On the other hand, sword intent and sword slaughter intent gave rise to a deadly, destructive air. This air emanated
Swordbound Chronicles Last Battle - Part VII.
"You cowards!" they shouted, their voices full of mockery and scorn."What's the point of being a Sword King if he can only fight a woman and always chooses to run away!" their taunts rang out loudly, exhaled with the pure air they had gathered on purpose, so that the entire Cursed Desert could hear their taunts.The sound of the taunts came from the northern side of the Cursed Desert, where they were.Naturally, the group of soldiers and experts from the east began to feel hot and angry. They couldn't accept their Sword King being insulted by the people on the northern side of the desert.Seeing their Sword King always dodging, being pushed around by Elder Yi Zan, and trying to make up for any shortcomings on their side, profanities full of contempt began to pour out from the mouths of the group of experts from the east.They mentioned that Elder Yi Zan was an ugly-faced old hag."Of course, she doesn't even dare to show her ugly true face!" they mocked."That said, her true face is
Swordbound Chronicles Last Battle - Part VIII.
Still in shock, Yang Xiansheng did not expect it at all. There was a beautiful, moon-white face behind the wooden mask that had slipped off the North Country sword god."That face looks exactly like the beautiful girl from the Haiyang Empire," he thought."That face is the deceased Prince Zhao Sagung's lover. Isn't she the famous Eastern Vermillion Clan's future Matriarch?" Yang Xiansheng asked silently."Why did Miss Fan Beauty suddenly turn into the sword king of the North?" asked an audience member in a tone full of confusion.However, all those questions soon disappeared when they saw several figures leaping nimbly from the eastern side of the wilderness, moving quickly towards the figure that was blown away earlier.Master Fei Ma and Literature Meirenyu, both moving like the wind, chased after Yi Zan's figure.With almost simultaneous movements, the two practitioners from the northern region immediately helped Elder Yi Zan to sit up, while circulating their Qi energy into her bod
Swordbound Chronicles Last Battle - Part X.
From the strumming of the lute, he played a song that gave peace to the heart. Even the souls of all the practitioners in the Cursed Field who were previously oppressed by the Immortality's power were instantly liberated.Some experts who had high cultivation, above SAINT, no longer fell down in the worship position. They sat cross-legged in the lotus position, freeing themselves from the captivity of the Immortality's power.In actual fact, only a handful of people knew and recognized that the hovering old Elf was an Elven noble named Baron Wei.He was an Elven elder, a remnant noble who had lived for hundreds of years and was rumored to have cultivated his Soul Power to reach the realm of an Immortal Soul Master.The rumbling sound that echoed like thunder, 'bum - bum -bum', triggered tremors in the land of the Cursed Wilderness, as if a local earthquake was occurring.Behind Wei, there were ten giant ice-crystal-shaped figures running around at high speed, chasing after Wei. From t
Swordbound Chronicles Last Battle – Part XI.
Indeed, when a Dead Tune or Death Musician (Demonic Tunis) is cornered by his enemies, they often play this demonic music that can kill all his enemies. That is the most frightening and terrible thing.Demonic Tunis is also capable of playing beautiful melodies that can soothe the soul or even peaceful tones, in addition to tones that contain powerful forces that are deadly.It is said that in this clash between demon musicians, because both sides fight for themselves by attacking each other's souls or damaging each other's souls, the clash between Death Musicians will result in severe injuries.It is a deadly and devastating battle, a battle that can take lives.Nangong Rong, an Immortality Soul Master, was astonished by the skill of Baron Wei, an Elf who was able to play the Rhythm of Death, a unique demonic musician technique.According to Nangong Rong's knowledge and experience, soul power techniques involving death music like this had long since disappeared in Wonderland."This i
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City of Goose Feathers.
There were about three or four giant ships that could be seen floating in the middle of the city, precisely at the Spirit Ship Air Harbor, near the city square.'The first thing I have to do is buy my flight ticket to the Old City in the North, Duanxin Country.'He then asked for the Airship's departure schedule to the Old City in the North."You have to be patient and wait another week. A large-capacity airship will come from the City of Kings—our Great King Empire—and that flying mode of transportation will proceed directly to the Old City in the land of Duanxin for a whole week without stopping.”“If you are interested in ordering in advance, we provide a special price of 15 mid-rank blue mana crystals. I have calculated that from the original ticket price of 20 mid-rank blue mana crystals, this is 15 crystals because you are an officer of the Golden Pegasus Empire, which is an alliance of our Great King country," said the ticket girl with a flirtatious smile.She was wearing very
Early Morning in the Osmanthus Forest – Part II.
Guo Jiang sliced through the air, his body rushing forward to meet the arrival of Padre He Ping, who pounced with the intangible Egui."Even your soul will be destroyed in the hands of the two of us!" A curse from Padre He Ping accompanied his sword, which performed a complicated slashing motion.Guo Jiang didn't change his sword movements at all. He was steady and confident that he could eliminate the two creatures with his Nameless Sword attack, although he was aware that Egui, as well as all magical creatures, would generally not be affected by physical spirit weapons.As taught by his mentor, the Gray Refiner, magical creatures and monsters could only be killed with magic weapons.Three shadows flashed rapidly from three opposite directions, all with a murderous, terrifying, and oppressive energy feel.As the sun rose in the Osmanthus Forest, the forest on the border of the Golden Nectarine King City and the Swan Feather City of the Great Eagle Empire, the distance between the thr
Early Morning in the Osmanthus Forest – Part I.
In the Osmanthus Forest, when the clock struck five, a horse galloped through the dense tree trunks.The horse's hooves hit the ground, making dry leaves fly here and there, spreading the fragrance of Osmanthus leaves, which reminded people of a drink—the fragrant tea from that plant that gave a warm feeling in the heart.Guo Jiang sat in the saddle of a horse, on his way to the next city in his chain of succession, Goose Feather City.Fortunately, his rigorous training in the Snow Lotus Energy cultivation technique—a top-level cultivation technique—made his physique not easily fatigued.According to the information he received from the inter-city transportation officer at the Golden Pegasus Imperial Law Bureau, a week later, the inter-regional flight transportation mode of archives would come from the Great Eagle Empire.The Airship would then continue its journey for about a week to its final destination, the Ancient City in the north of the continent.The sun was not yet visible, b
The Wind Rider – Part II.
Padre He Ping had been in a bad mood ever since. And when the Leopard Expedition leader said that these four coffins were specially intended for their White Lotus Temple, he waved his hand.Wush!A loud and powerful wind blew toward the row of coffins, like a fusion reaction.The wind punch floated out with a deadly attacking air, and instantly, the four coffin covers split apart, breaking into two.Padre He Ping's face instantly froze. He knew in his heart the four figures that were now lying stiff.They were Padre Mu, a practitioner in the fourth-level Earth Realm; Padre Gao Jing, in the third-level Earth Realm; Padre Ye Ying, a third-level Earth practitioner; and finally, Padre Yan Cheng, a practitioner in the second-level Earth rank.These four people had been sent by Padre He Ping to eliminate a young man named Guo Jiang, who had unmasked the benevolent Padre as the Flower-Picking Villain.He gritted his teeth loudly, inwardly vowing that he would go find the young man and finish
The Wind Rider.
The White Lotus Temple had closed its gates since dusk. This had been the custom for a long time when the shrine was opened to the public and served the devotees who came to worship in the Golden Pegasus Empire.Just as a child laborer, the future Padre of the temple, was about to close the temple gate, suddenly there was the clatter of horses' hooves in the distance. Even though it was fall, puffs of dust were kicked up.The boy named Afiu, dressed in a rough tunic of an unattractive gray color that the Padres wore to appear humble, stared in surprise as he heard the hoofbeats and shouts in the distance."What happened?" Afiu asked, confused.His friend Aheng, who was in the middle of sweeping the yard full of fallen leaves, also ran over to Afiu."Hold on a minute, little Padre! Don't close the gate of the White Lotus Temple just yet," a voice shouted from a distance, indicating that the person had high Qi power.Spontaneously, Afiu, who was about to lock the gate of the White Lotus
Afternoon in the Osmanthus Forest – Part II.
Still in silence, the four figures waited until about the time of the burning charcoal before taking action. The white smoke blown into the room was a weakening poison similar to a tranquilizer that could make anyone feel weak, asleep, and unable to control their Qi energy.After they had waited long enough, the four figures carefully opened the door to the room, now smiling at each other in satisfaction as they saw the targeted young man fast asleep, not realizing in the slightest that he was in danger."Take him! We'll kill him in the forest where Padre Virtue breathed his last. It won't take too long for one of the four shadows to carry the unconscious young man.Armed with the cultivation of the four people, all of whom were at Earth Practitioner Level 3 to 5, they jumped straight up and disappeared after moving several times across the roofs of other houses.The night passed quietly, and even the nighttime animals did not make any noise; it seemed that the Middle was also hiding
Afternoon in the Osmanthus Forest – Part I.
The afternoon sun was sinking into the western horizon, the yellowish-leaved trees, once lush, were now shedding their leaves with the fall season. The tips of the leafless branches, tapering toward the sky, almost blended with the color of the western horizon. It was brownish, a blend of apricot color and the color of old wheat.The wind blew softly, touching Guo Jiang's cheek, bringing a sense of familiarity, of homesickness.There was a young man who stood firmly, with a steady stance, majestically visible among the piles of dried leaves, some yellow and some brown.Sometimes the wind blew his hair, some of which fell over his cheeks, making him look even more mysterious.Suddenly, a strange and foreign-sounding language broke the silence as the young man shouted, "Vindangreb!"Unexpectedly, a powerful, tempest-like attack wind emerged from the void. It quickly formed hundreds of invisible swords, moving swiftly through the air, now slicing and tearing through a pile of dry leaves
Master Spirit of Moon – Part II.
Mr. Zhao Long's face immediately brightened. He felt proud when Guo Jiang mentioned that this painting must have been bought at a high price.He couldn't hide his pride in affording this expensive painting."Ah, young man, there's no need to ask about how expensive I bought the painting. But if I mention how much I exchanged, you would be very surprised," said Mr. Zhao Long, trying to be modest. Meanwhile, Guo Jiang only nodded his head."I took out 25,000 mid-rank blue mana crystals during the auction of the painting in a neighboring country," Mr. Zhao Long continued, his nose flaring with pride.Realizing that Mr. Zhao Long was eager for praise regarding his good taste in art, Guo Jiang praised the chief again.The smile on Mr. Zhao Long's face widened even more after being praised by Guo Jiang.'This young man is really good at winning people over,' Mr. Zhao Long thought. His hand moved, opening the drawer under his desk.Now he unceremoniously handed over a small tube suspected of
Master Spirit of Moon – Part I.
Guo Jiang observed the painting once again. He watched the face of the Master, the gray-robed Refiner, closely. His face looked very mysterious, as if the Refiner wanted to convey a message.The Refiner's eyes in the painting seemed to speak to Guo Jiang, urging him to "pay attention to the direction of my sword!"The sword in his right hand seemed to be pointing toward the large lake at the bottom of the cliff in the painting.'Hm... there is a small forest by the lake, and there is also an island in the middle of the lake. So beautiful and lifelike,' Guo Jiang thought.For some reason, Guo Jiang became interested in observing the painting more closely. His face was now two feet away from the painting."Owh..." Guo Jiang muttered under his breath.In fact, as he got closer and observed more carefully, he noticed that at the edge of the forest, there was a painting of a group of horses frolicking happily.However, what intrigued him even more was one horse in the painting, depicting a
