684 First-rate throughout the ages

"One strike to cleave the universe!" A clear, melodious voice suddenly rang out, as if the sword spirit was cheering and rejoicing at its awakening.

He Chen gently released his grip, and the sword spirit suddenly swung the Gentleman's Blade, unleashing a powerful aura in an instant.

Ten thousand sword lights streaked across the sky like ten thousand meteors, dazzling and radiant, carrying boundless power and domineering aura.

The surrounding air seemed to be torn apart by the slash, emitting a sharp whistling sound, causing palpitations.

As if celebrating its own awakening, the sword spirit unleashed a strike imbued with all its newfound power and will, accompanied by a clear, melodious, and heavenly voice.

Instantly, the overwhelming and awe-inspiring aura seemed to be torn apart by this single strike, producing a deafening roar that echoed across the entire sky. All living beings, both tangible and intangible, prostrated themselves in submission.

Countless bolts of lightning crackled, and the flames, scorched to black, seemed to burst forth from the blade like countless black, shimmering beams of lightning, intertwining and flashing in the air to form a massive net of light.

The optical network spread at an astonishing speed, instantly covering hundreds of thousands of miles of desert.

Within this net of light, all the strange undead creatures seemed to be frozen in place, unable to move.

The enormous net of light instantly transformed into countless dazzling light blades, slashing fiercely at those strange creatures.

Wherever the light blade passed, everything seemed to be cut in half.

Time seemed to freeze for a moment, and then one could see a strange, horrified face, an expression of disbelief, as if they had encountered an ancient nemesis, their mouths agape in terror, filled with fish-like teeth.

As the light blade struck, the eerie creature was easily torn apart like paper, turning into wisps of black smoke that dissipated into the air.

The light blade dissipated, and everything returned to calm.

Under the sunlight, everything around seemed as if nothing had happened, except for a long, thousand-mile-long knife mark, which was mixed with the lingering power of lightning and flames.

The surrounding sand and dust all shunned to disturb them, lingering quietly beyond the knife marks.

Before his eyes, he saw a stunningly beautiful woman beside He Chen, wearing an exquisite suit of armor that barely covered her vitals. She was beautiful and mysterious, breathtakingly beautiful, peerless in her time, and unparalleled throughout history.

The short, blue breastplate was pieced together from individual scales of a Brontosaurus.

The scales shimmered with a faint, eerie light of lightning, as if they could unleash a torrent of lightning power at any moment. Upon closer inspection, one could see a thunder dragon coiled around its chest, crouching and waiting for an opportunity to attack.

Under the sunlight, the breastplate gleamed with a captivating luster, exuding unparalleled majesty and domineering presence, yet also brimming with grace, instantly captivating the eye and leaving one wanting more.

At her waist, there was a short red skirt formed from a fire dragon, like a fiery red ribbon wrapped around the sword spirit's waist.

The shoulder and leg armor were transformed from a wind dragon. The light and flowing silver color seemed to be formed from the purest wind.

The shoulder armor is light and short, as if a silver dragon were coiled around it.

The leg armor is long and slender, perfectly outlining the leg lines.

A suit of armor resembling a bikini, beautiful and mysterious, the sword spirit seemed to be a Valkyrie who had stepped out of an ancient legend.

A perfectly graceful figure.

The breastplate fits snugly against the perfect curves, outlining a perfect silhouette, with naturally exquisite and mysterious patterns that shimmer with a fleeting, mysterious light.

Exquisite and mysterious patterns, seemingly formed by nature, connect the sword spirit's entire body, creating an invisible protective shield that layers upon layers protects the sword spirit.

The protective shield tightly enveloped the sword spirit's body, isolating her from the outside world.

Protected by the shield, the sword spirit seemed to be in a safe space, and no matter how violent the outside world was, it could not harm her in the slightest.

The sword spirit stood close to He Chen like a newborn infant, its height almost reaching He Chen's neck.

She was like a female guardian deity, protecting He Chen and keeping him from any harm.

Her face was beautiful and mysterious, her expression serene, her features exquisite, her figure perfect, her legs long. It was as if all the beauty in the world was concentrated on the sword spirit, her beauty and charm boundless, her eyes sparkling with curiosity.

He Chen examined it carefully, sighing softly to himself, thinking, 'Beauty is a curse; if she smiled, she could probably topple a kingdom.'

The armor worn by the Blade Spirit was like a masterpiece of nature, captivating all who beheld it. Resembling a bikini, it was far more stunning and breathtaking than any bikini, leaving viewers mesmerized.

The mysterious patterns on the armor shimmered in the sunlight, like an inverted Milky Way, a sun and moon hanging upside down, or a boat full of sweet dreams pressing down on the Milky Way, breathtakingly beautiful.

Its unparalleled beauty draws you into a wonderful dream, leaving you unable to escape its spell.

If anyone were fortunate enough to catch a glimpse of the sword spirit at this moment, they would likely be captivated and never forget it.

The beauty and charm of the sword spirit are enough to make one yearn for her day and night, and be completely captivated. That beauty is like a magic, irresistible and unforgettable.

Her beauty was breathtaking, so stunning it could make fish sink and geese fall from the sky, so beautiful it could shame the moon and flowers, so exquisite it could topple kingdoms and cities.

The sword spirit was like a graceful fairy, with clear and pure eyes, and was now focused on He Chen.

A gentle smile, as captivating as a spring breeze, is endlessly enchanting.

Her eyes revealed a hint of expectation, like a fledgling bird seeing its family, full of dependence and trust.

He Chen smiled gently, reached out, and gently grasped Dao Ling's hand.

Her hands were fair and delicate, smooth and elastic, with long and slender fingers that revealed endless gentleness as they gently curved.

The fingertips were as smooth as dewdrops, like the hands of a real person. At this moment, the sword spirit in front of me was just like a real person.

He Chen smiled slightly, his eyes filled with tenderness, and said softly, "Put this on."

As his voice fell, a long, wide black robe slowly appeared and materialized in He Chen's hand.

The long black robe was loose, just like He Chen's figure. The black silk shimmered in the sunlight, clearly made by the hands of Wei Lan, Wei Qinghui, Hui Fu and other women.

Dao Ling's expression was like that of a child. After a moment of thought, he seemed to understand He Chen's intention.

Suddenly, the armor around her began to change.

The exquisite battle armor, resembling a bikini, gradually transformed under the control of the sword spirit's will.

The armor plates seemed to come alive, connecting and intertwining with each other, eventually transforming into a long black robe.

The robe clung perfectly to her figure, making her even more elegant, mysterious, and captivating.

The black, form-fitting robe, now partially hidden, seemed to merge with the sword spirit, further enhancing her indescribable charm.