The World Of Swords Volume 1 Chapter 16

Chapter 16 Acc.u.mulation of Magic Power Like the shadow of mountains, the dark sword light swept between heaven and earth. It was so fast that it was only maintained for an extremely short period of time. However, a few people in the light of the sword seemed to stand still for many years. Although the sword light disappeared, they still looked quite uneasy. Puff! With his blood strength scattered, the Blood Killer fell to the ground. His face turned white and his obese body was instantly deflated until it was dry and thin. With wrinkled skin hanging off his bones, his eyes were full of faintness and from his body emanated a faint odor of decay. Uncle Iron and Aunt Water tried hard to protect Ren Yu with the remaining real vitality. When the sword light disappeared, they both flushed instantly with scattered strength. The jade fan in Ren Yu’s hands had been cracked and only several broken spines remained. His clothes had been turned into rags and crisscrossing sword marks could be clearly seen on his soft silver armor under the robe that was blotched with blood. It was with support from Uncle Iron and Aunt Water that he could stand up steadily. Looking at Di Hongtian standing at the original spot, a shudder ran through him. "That’s the power of the Nine Holy Swords. . . " His eyes fell on the Sword Zhongfeng in Di Hongtian’s hand and his body kept trembling. On the Sword Zhongfeng, the image of the mountains was becoming faint. However, the breath that remained on the sword was still terrifying.   “How dare you hurt our young master? Go to h.e.l.l!” Aunt Water’s eyes turned blue with fury; they looked like a pair of deep-water ponds agitated by real vitality.  “Stop!” Uncle Iron shouted and tried to stop her. Uncle Iron’s body turned gray, as if being cast with iron. Two flames were ignited in his eyes like two furnaces.  “I didn’t expect he could force the magic power acc.u.mulation out of the sword. . . ” Uncle Iron stared at Di Hongtian with a solemn expression.  The Nine Swords was a magic weapon with hidden power acc.u.mulation to cope with monsters and devils. Although it could be split into nine, it was enough to deal with the common people, no matter how much self-cultivation and power they had. n.o.body in the world could challenge the magic sword! However, it didn’t mean the magic power within the sword could not be motivated by just anyone. There were only a very few special people in the world who could sacrifice their own blood and vitality to agitate the magic power of the sword. It had nothing to do with self-cultivation. Without the necessary blood and vitality, n.o.body could force the magic power out, no matter their strength. Moreover, even with that kind of blood and vitality, certain self-cultivation was still needed as support. Otherwise, the magic power couldn’t be agitated, either.   He didn’t expect Di Hongtian had such an uncommon blood and vitality. Moreover, his self-cultivation had already broken the limit of agitating the magic power. According to my experience, only the first-cla.s.s masters with real vitality spread out of his physical body can agitate the magic power. This young man had just made the breakthrough; he must not have agitated the magic power of the sword. However, the sacrifice for the sword seemed to prove that he was confident he could do it. . .  Uncle Iron thought.   It was well known that the blood and vitality of the Sword Villa were very special and the Xuanyuan Dragon Art could only be practiced by them. Would the blood and vitality of the Sword Villa also be able to agitate the magic power of the Nine Swords?  “Join hands to fight?”  Withdrawing the sword slowly, Di Hongtian felt a little fatigued. It was not easy for him to agitate the magic power after he had just acc.u.mulated his strength. However, his face was still calm without any obvious changes. Ren Yu slightly clenched his fists with a gloomy expression.  “You’re kidding. Since we’re people of the world of martial arts, we will certainly follow the rules. We should withdraw without any conditions because we were defeated. How come our Qianfan Clan makes such disgusting things?” Uncle Iron shook his head as he took one step forward. "Our young master merely didn’t want the Sword Zhongfeng to come into the world of martial arts and suffer from any disasters. Since you have the strength to safeguard the sword, we certainly feel relieved. . . " Bang! While all the people were focused on Uncle Iron, the Blood Killer lying on the ground suddenly sprang to his feet and tried to escape as an obscure, b.l.o.o.d.y shadow. The unexpected issue occurred. "Everything has a price. Since you have come to seize the sword, I’ll never let you go easily,” Di Hongtian said with a sneer, quickly flashing the Sword Zhongfeng out. The attacking sword flew out like a thunderbolt and the force sprang out directly against the b.l.o.o.d.y shadow instantly. With a painful groan, a severed arm fell down from the b.l.o.o.d.y shadow. Di Hongtian frowned slightly; he withdrew the sword and stood still without any follow-up attacks, staring at the people of the Qianfan Clan.  “He still has spare strength!” Aunt Water and Ren Yu were stunned.   They were somewhat dissatisfied with Uncle Iron just now; however, all the complaints had just been swept away.  “I admit my defeat in the combat!” Ren Yu said helplessly.  Uncle Iron nodded and said, “Since we have been defeated, we’d better leave now. See you later.”   Glancing at them, Di Hongtian said with a straight face, “Get out!”  “How dare you. . . ” Aunt Water was furious. Ren Yu also tried to suppress the anger in his heart.  “Let’s go. . . ” Uncle Iron pressed on their shoulders and saluted with his hands folded, saying, “Goodbye! Maybe we will meet again in the future.”  The three mounted their horses and the riding team marched off, leaving a cloud of heavy dust in their wake. They’d come haughtily, but now they were leaving with a sense of frustration. After the people of the Qianfan Clan had left, Di Hongtian turned back to the followers of the Cult of the Devil and the bandits of Sheya Cave.  “Do you also want the sword in my hand?” he asked scornfully as he raised the sword. Looking at Di Hongtian’s eyes, the people were so frightened that they shook their heads and escaped. No kidding! The master of Sheya Cave had just been killed by that sword. The Blood Killer and Ren Yu were also badly injured. As for the motley crowd, how could they challenge the sword in his hand?  “Get out!” Pointing the Sword Zhongfeng at the ground, Di Hongtian glared with a loud shout.   “Yes, yes. . . ”  “Get out immediately!” The followers of the Cult of the Devil and the bandits of Sheya Cave instantly fled in panic.           When everyone had left, Di Hongtian, still holding the sword, suddenly swayed and the redness on his face also faded so quickly that it seemed like a white sheet of paper.  “Sacrifice for the sword has really consumed a lot of energy. . . ” He smiled bitterly, feeling completely exhausted.  Just as he was sacrificing for the sword, the Sword Zhongfeng seemed to open another world to absorb the real vitality out of him greedily. For an instant, all the real vitality inside him had been absorbed away. Not enough self-cultivation! he thought to himself. If his self-cultivation was enough to agitate the magic power, even the monsters and devils would be killed, so how come the Blood Killer and Ren Yu could survive? To cut off one arm of Blood Killer, he had just agitated the real vitality and consumed some of his strength. But nevertheless, the Blood Killer had, though badly injured, successfully escaped.