245 Ten Thousand Mountains, Chapter Twenty-Two
He wanted to use an escape technique, but the space seemed to be locked, making it impossible to do so. The strange attributes of the blade after devouring the demonic elephant—shattering and silencing—were constantly at work.
The two wisps of black energy had nowhere to escape or avoid; they awaited their deaths. The sword howled in despair, its terrifying voice unable to believe that it had nowhere to run!
All along, his innate supernatural abilities, the very abilities he relied on for survival, have been imprisoned and broken, leaving him only able to watch helplessly as he faced death. This is truly unacceptable.
With long teeth and five claws, it roared and made various twisted, disgusting, and unusual shapes, as if venting its anger, fear, and unease!
The gentleman's blade was at hand, death imminent. The surrounding thunder and lightning converged into a massive surge of energy, like a raging thunder beast. The thunder was deafening, the lightning intertwined, and the entire sky seemed to be torn apart.
At the same time, as if molten lava were boiling and churning, the air became incredibly hot, and blazing red flames erupted from the void, forming a pillar of fire the size of a square foot. That pillar of fire shot skyward, colliding with the thunderstorm, seemingly threatening to devour the entire world.
The sword spirit was calling out, surrounded by flames and lightning. Her battle robe, made of some unknown material, remained unchanged, making her even more beautiful and indescribable!
Gripping the Gentleman's Blade tightly, the blade emitted a blazing light, instantly plunging into the thunderstorm, as if merging with the lightning and flames into one. The dragon-shaped patterns formed by wind, thunder, and fire on the blade became even more vivid, as if releasing astonishing power.
The thunder and magma surrounding the blade seemed to be drawn together, condensing into a powerful energy that surged toward the black cloud of gas. At that moment, the entire space trembled.
A deafening sonic boom echoed through the sky! The surrounding ground was scorched smooth, like a mirror!
The figure vanished, and the sword spirit, holding a gentleman's sword similar to its own, stood alone in mid-air, its posture graceful and quiet, as if it were a different person. In its dark eyes, a glint of lightning flashed. Its flawless figure, petite and exquisite, stood quietly to one side, carefully observing its master's posture, a hint of curiosity in its eyes.
The black cloud of energy appeared quickly and was quickly destroyed in the blink of an eye!
The surrounding space had returned to calm, except for the mess on the ground and the smooth, shiny bits of earth, as if nothing had ever happened.
The space quickly returned to calm! The earth slowly began to regain its vitality!
In the blink of an eye, the intense sounds of the battle resounded through the sky, yet the fierce and domineering fight was confined to a small area.
The beauty in his arms was sleeping soundly when a sudden, inexplicable sense of unease washed over him, as if some immense terror was about to strike, and if it succeeded, death would befall him!
A sense of shock and fear instantly seeped into the depths of the two women's souls, and instinctively, they clung tightly to the person beside them.
A warm embrace, like the blazing sun, instantly swept away the cold of death!
In an instant, a terrifying terror descended, causing his brows to furrow. But then, they quickly and slowly relaxed and disappeared. The beauty fell into a deep sleep, her brows radiating joy.
There must be many beautiful and joyful things, such as strolling and shopping with your lover, whispering sweet nothings, walking in the garden, smelling the flowers, listening to the chirping of insects, and feeling the beauty of being together. Or perhaps lighting candles, the fragrance wafting in the air, softly humming a tune, all the beauty hidden in your dreams.
If love at first sight exists in this world, a fleeting glance may last for eternity, and from then on, they will never be apart!
The beautiful woman in his arms breathed softly, exuding a faint fragrance of orchids. Her delicate body was soft and warm, nestled tightly in his embrace, as if she were his only support, bringing him a sense of security and warmth. He quietly closed his eyes, trusting her completely, and fell into a deep sleep, enjoying this tranquility and happiness.
Time flows like water, and the beauty is like fire. Half an hour later, Wanqing gently woke up, as if the tenderness in her dream had not yet dissipated. It was as if it was just a brief moment, but it was enough to make their hearts blend together again.
Her face still held the tenderness of her dream, as if she were still immersed in that sweet illusion. Her cheeks were flushed with a shy blush that had not yet completely faded, a sight that would make anyone's heart race.
She blew a shy, gentle breath, carrying a delicate, refreshing fragrance that wafted towards you. It was an intoxicating aroma, as if it were the natural scent emanating from her body, captivating all who smelled it.
She whispered, "Chen Lang," the two words ringing out softly, her voice gentle as water, yet carrying a hint of shyness and affection, like a beautiful melody that captivated the heart. She instinctively pulled him closer.
Rou Rou had just woken up as well. The beautiful woman had just woken up, and Rou Rou wrapped her arms around her waist, whispering softly, "My love! There was a terrible monster chasing us in my dream, but thankfully Shen Lang chased it away."
"We were terrified! If I had caught it, we would have been in grave danger. That monster was so scary, it looked like it wanted to devour us."
After saying that, she gently pressed herself against her lover, her whole body still trembling slightly with lingering fear.
He gently embraced his beloved and whispered, "It was all a dream, I've been here all along!"
Rou Rou and Wan Qing nodded, then looked around. At that moment, a gentle breeze blew, and the grass and trees were lush and green. The surroundings were full of life and thriving, with no trace of the previous bloodshed.
If it weren't for the stark remains on the ground and the lingering memory of what happened earlier, one might only think that this was a beautiful place with lush mountains and clear waters!
Suddenly, the sword spirit standing to the side, carefully observing the three of them, appeared. At this moment, the sword spirit held the Gentleman's Blade in its hand, yet it was extremely docile!
The sword spirit wore a battle robe crafted from rare, openwork gold and jade, the gold and jade blending perfectly to create a unique charm. It protected all the vital points of her body, its exquisite detail almost unbelievable.
The battle robe may seem simple, but it contains an indescribable beauty, as if the essence of heaven and earth is condensed within it, enough to arouse anyone's admiration and appreciation.
Exquisitely crafted, every detail surpasses the skills of artisans, as if bestowed by heaven. The spirit of the knife is like an elf, its beauty and preciousness beyond words.
The sword spirit wore a minimally made, openwork gold and jade battle robe. Her long, slender legs were tall, smooth, and well-proportioned, white and reflective, beautiful and dazzling, like gold and jade, protecting her vital parts. She was incredibly exquisite, truly a spirit of the mortal world, beyond description. She was truly favored by the Creator, something that could not be given by human power!
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