NCCnovel Chapter 312 Victory?
Chapter 312 Victory?
Spirit world.
Beneath that ever-changing sky, Fusang held a divine sword, a faint smile on his lips, radiating an awe-inspiring light, as if a god had descended upon the world, looking down upon all things.
Holding the Luoze Sword, Xie Wanning looked at Fusang without fear, her eyes burning with an indomitable fighting spirit.
Crimson flames roared as Xie Wanning raised her sword with all her might and sped towards Fusang like lightning.
Her figure vanished from the spot in an instant, and the next moment, she appeared in front of Fusang. Luo Ze's sword, like a dragon emerging from the sea, thrust towards Fusang with an indomitable momentum.
Fusang merely frowned slightly, calmly raising the divine sword in her hand and easily deflecting Xie Wanning's fierce attack with a gentle movement. The divine sword emitted a golden light.
"Crack!"
The moment Xie Wanning's Luoze Sword touched the Heavenly Dao Divine Sword, it developed tiny cracks.
"How could this be!" Xie Wanning sheathed her sword and concentrated her spiritual power on the Luoze Sword, which slowed down the speed at which the Luoze Sword shattered.
Fusang raised an eyebrow and twirled her divine sword: "Xie Wanning, you and I are simply incomparable. Your sword is merely a ninth-grade treasure sword, while mine is a unique divine sword in the world. How can your sword withstand my attack?"
Xie Wanning gripped the Luoze sword tightly, her palms sweating. Looking at the cracks on the sword, a look of reluctance flashed in her eyes.
"Master, don't feel sorry for me. I am just a weapon, my existence is to slay all enemies for you." Luo Ze Sword trembled slightly, but his tone was very firm.
Xie Wanning's eyes no longer showed hesitation. Her gaze sharpened as she locked onto her target. She slammed her right foot into the ground, her body leaning forward like an arrow released from a bow. Her longsword traced a sharp arc, its blade gleaming coldly.
Phoenix fire surrounded her, and crimson flames climbed up the Luoze Sword. Xie Wanning stared fiercely at Fusang, concentrating her spiritual power on the sword.
"Fusang, take this sword!"
With a furious shout, Xie Wanning swung her sword fiercely. The blade, carrying a surge of heat, was like a burning meteor, slashing straight at Fusang.
The blazing flames instantly ignited the surrounding air, creating a sea of fire. Everything around was set ablaze, and thick smoke billowed into the air.
Fusang raised his sword and effortlessly withstood the blow.
He looked ahead, but could not find Xie Wanning's figure.
However, waves of killing intent came from all directions. Hundreds of explosive talismans were scattered around Fusang.
Xie Wanning formed a hand seal, and the explosive talisman exploded instantly.
"boom!"
Above the firelight, Xie Wanning stood in the air.
"Ten Thousand Swords, heed my command!"
Xie Wanning shouted, and the Luoze Sword shone brightly, its blade spinning rapidly and transforming into thousands of sword shadows. These sword shadows quickly solidified, becoming countless sharp swords, each bearing crimson flames.
They flew in the direction Xie Wanning pointed, like a swarm of bees leaving their hive, leaving only their afterimages in the air.
Fusang stood still, released his grip, and the divine sword disappeared from his hand. At the same time, golden threads, like swimming dragons, wandered around, swirling and entwining with the flying swords.
"Give it back to you."
He looked up at Xie Wanning, and countless golden threads controlled ten thousand swords to fly towards Xie Wanning's direction.
"Break the ice!"
Xie Wanning gritted her teeth, and the Luoze Sword in her hand danced lightly, like a nimble snake. In an instant, sword energy crisscrossed and overflowed, transforming into countless blades that shimmered with a cold light.
These blades fluttered like snowflakes, each one crystal clear, gleaming with a chilling light, just like the first snow of winter, reflecting a cool glow in the sunlight.
The sword bound by golden threads and its cold blade clashed in mid-air, producing a series of resounding clangs, like the tolling of a great bell, echoing throughout the entire divine realm.
In an instant, sparks flew, and the cold air clashed with the flames. Where they met, moisture filled the air, the mist containing both the crimson of the flames and the eerie blue of the cold. Ice and fire tore at each other, crackling and popping, raising clouds of dust.
With her vision blurring, Fusang closed her eyes and sensed the fluctuations of spiritual energy. She flicked her wrist, and golden threads gathered in her palm.
“There.” Fusang sensed a dense spiritual energy. With a wave of his hand, golden threads surged like lightning.
The golden thread left only a golden afterimage in the air, accompanied by a sharp whistling sound.
In the blink of an eye, the golden thread struck Xie Wanning with perfect accuracy. With a muffled "thud," Xie Wanning was struck as if by lightning, her body instantly pierced by the golden thread, unable to move.
As the smoke cleared, with a thud, Fusang saw Xie Wanning fall to the ground, clutching her chest and struggling to lift her head.
"It's all over." Fusang chuckled softly, binding Xie Wanning tightly with golden silk.
Fusang frowned, noticing that Xie Wanning's hands were empty, as if something was missing.
Yes, where did that Luo Ze sword go?
He turned around abruptly, and the Luo Ze sword appeared before him, swiftly attacking him.
"Is that all the tricks you have?" Fusang sneered, grabbing the Luoze Sword. However, the Luoze Sword burst into flames and vanished before his eyes.
Suddenly, a chill ran down my spine.
Fusang lowered his head, and Luoze's sword pierced him instantly.
Xie Wanning, who was bound by golden threads, disappeared from the spot, and a ball of phoenix fire appeared behind Fusang.
Xie Wanning seized the opportunity, drew the Luoze sword, and the next moment, the sharp blade, accompanied by a whistling sound, pierced straight into His back and emerged from His chest. The Luoze sword pierced through Fusang.
The smoke earlier was just an illusion. Both Luo Zejian, who was being held by Fusang, and Xie Wanning were illusions created with spiritual power to lower Fusang's guard. Xie Wanning concealed her aura and quickly approached Fusang precisely for this moment.
Golden blood flowed down the blade, and a bitter smile crept across Fusang's lips. Her body convulsed from the excruciating pain, and her hands instinctively reached for the deadly sword, only to grasp a handful of warm blood. Her legs went weak, unable to support her body.
"Fusang, it's all over." Xie Wanning said coldly, drawing the Luoze sword.
Fusang let out a weak groan, her body jolted violently, and she clutched her wound tightly with both hands, trying to stop the gushing blood, but all her efforts were in vain.
The golden light in His eyes gradually dimmed, while Xie Wanning's hand flashed with crimson flames, which landed on Fusang.
A raging fire erupted, scorching Fusang's body.
The firelight illuminated Xie Wanning's eyes, her chest heaved violently as she gasped for breath, but a relieved smile slowly appeared on her face.
She finally got her revenge. Fusang had taken so much from her—her master, her family, and her closest friends—all of them were dead.
She got her revenge, but those people could never come back.
The sword slipped from her hand, and tears welled up uncontrollably, streaming down her cheeks. She raised her hand and hastily wiped her face with her sleeve.
Why? Why am I so sad?
Revenge was something she had always longed for.
But how she wished someone were with her right now. She was all alone; she had lost so much in her quest for revenge.
All that was left for her was utter loneliness.
There was no wind in the realm of gods; the only sound in the entire realm was the sound of her moving forward.
"Master, be careful!"
Luo Zejian, who had fallen to the ground, flew into the air, pushed Xie Wanning aside, and flew in the direction behind her.
She turned around in a panic, only to see a figure slowly standing up.
"Crack!"