Secret Records of the Leader of the Beichen Sword Sect-Chapter 868 - 446: Obsidian Demon Sword
The face is gone, so let’s not waste words—fight!
"Soul Splitting Beheading!"
Seeing the opponent emerge from the array for battle, Chen Xuantian no longer held back. He raised his hand to chop, unleashing Dao power all around him, and slashed out with a Blood Blade; a scarlet crescent wrapped with soaring Blood Breath, aimed at the opponent’s head.
Cang Ming countered with a sword strike, using the four-foot-two-inch Xuanying Treasure Sword like a dragon, unleashing pure black sword energy mixed with chilling air, shooting out a black ice spike.
"Bang!"
The Blood Blade and Black Sword collided and shattered in mid-air, scattering ice shards and Blood Wind everywhere, with black ice spikes falling like hail, nailing the ground solidly.
With just this move, Chen Xuantian realized that the faceless Cang Ming’s treasure sword state was enhanced, and his power was definitely not inferior to his own, not something that could be resolved with one or two strikes.
Then let’s make a few more chops!
"Soul Splitting Soul Splitting Soul Splitting Beheading Beheading Beheading!"
Chen Xuantian’s hands wildly slashed while employing Blood Shadow Divine Movement to shift and change positions, turning into a sky full of blood shadows. Meanwhile, he launched countless Soul Splitting Beheadings, releasing boundless blade light, almost drowning Cang Ming with overwhelming Blood Blades!
"Bang bang bang!"
Unexpectedly, at this moment, Cang Ming seemed divinely aided, his Xuanying Treasure Sword danced wildly, each strike and sword releasing a black ice arrow. Not only could it exchange power with the Blood Blade, but it also exploded into snowy flakes, thousands of ice flowers. The temperature plummeted abruptly, covering the ground with layers of black ice fragments.
As more black ice gathered on the ground, the opponent’s sword energy grew stronger. Initially, both sides were evenly matched, but in the blink of an eye, dozens of moves later, with each move of Xuanying’s sword light, the ice sword and ice flows seemed to come alive, leaping alongside the sword momentum like dragons and serpents, attacking fiercely!
It felt like Cang Ming wasn’t fighting alone; even the Xuanying Treasure Sword was continuously emitting ominous sword energy, with sword power taking dragon form, chasing to bite Chen Xuantian! Not only did Cang Ming charge wielding his sword, but ice dragons from all directions besieged Chen Xuantian, gradually gaining the upper hand!
"Infinite Xuan Kong!"
Seeing this situation and knowing victory couldn’t be swift, Chen Xuantian immediately changed tactics, flinging his Blood Robe, transforming into a riotous dance of blood red whips. He borrowed Cang Long’s signature move Xuankong Infinite Sword, employing myriad tactics like dismantling, blocking, entangling, leading, and falling, while using the blood whip to counter attacks from both Cang Ming and the ice dragons.
"Ping ping ping!"
"Boom boom boom!"
For a moment, black ice and snowstorm, sword light and blade shadow, divine ghosts danced wildly, making human figures indistinguishable.
Chen Xuantian fought more earnestly as the battle became more arduous.
After all, he witnessed Cang Ming’s skills firsthand. Although members of the Emei Sect are indeed capable, they are an order below. Normally, they wouldn’t withstand his three strikes. But by now, they’ve exchanged far more than dozens of blows, and the opponent grew bolder, his power stronger—how could it possibly elevate so much in an instant? This is simply not mystical!
The problem surely lies with the sword!
The opponent’s Dao power, ten out of eight are surely sourced from that sword transmission! No, initially these Emei swordsmen could wield a few impressive moves; now they’re entirely relying on sword power in head-on clashes, with no technical skill at all. Clearly, the opponent’s body has been borrowed by the sword! Then it becomes simple!
"Drop the sword!"
With the opponent’s power increasing continually, Chen Xuantian knew prolonged combat was unwise, so he decisively made a desperate move, countering with yet another stolen Cang Long technique—Infinite Void Profound! Suddenly switching defense to offense, he transformed the Blood Robe into a red whip, twisting it into a spiral. He unleashed an unending spiral, eyes filled with blood shadows, illusions to reality, countless infinite blade winds and sword rain crashing down! Instantly breaking Cang Ming’s Sword Circle, firmly entangling the blade of the Xuanying Treasure Sword!
Cang Ming naturally refused to let go, steadying his stance, battling with Chen Xuantian to seize the sword! Meanwhile, he hurled the entire sky of black ice towards Chen Xuantian’s blood shadow!
"There’s a Weakness! Monkey Snatches Peach!"
Seizing the opportunity! Chen Xuantian directly employed Blood Shadow Divine Movement to circle behind for a Soul Splitting Beheading! Blood Hand reaching for Cang Ming’s crotch!
Yet, untold to Chen Xuantian, Cang Ming had no reaction at all when his crotch was snatched—didn’t even flinch! Swiftly twirling a Sword Flower with a counterhand, sword power quivering, shattering the blood whip into countless threads, escaping free!
Huh? How come nothing was snatched?
Momentarily, Chen Xuantian was quite perplexed, and hastily dodged to the side to avoid the counterhand sword energy slashing back.
No, the crotch was ripped open, not to mention gutted and bisected, yet basic pain perception wasn’t there?
It looked peculiar, receiving a solid grab, clearly damaging the Taoist Body, yet Cang Ming’s wound showed no blood seeping out—rather, it was a heap of black ice shards, as if stained with ink, like beneath the Daoist robe, instead of human flesh and blood, had turned into a snowman formed of black ice.
Having failed the move, Chen Xuantian didn’t hesitate, withdrew, then immediately performed Blood Escape, retreating miles away, once again distancing himself.
Cang Ming didn’t pursue; he still held the Xuanying, guarding the Big Cauldron, his sword power continuously rising, causing the winds and clouds to change, cold winds and frost energy spreading, even black snowflakes started falling from the sky.
Something’s amiss.
This person isn’t right.
This sword isn’t right.
This ice isn’t right.
If it were average Xuanming ice chips, Daoist energy crystalline, they would’ve already been refined by the Great Dao Body with a single effort, yet the pervasive black snow and cold ice, Chen Xuantian couldn’t refine at all. Even the black ice impurities mixing into his blood disrupt his Dao Body formation, entirely unusable for tempering.
