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Chapter 290: 33: Descending the Mountain with the Sword_3

Zhao Huai nodded, stretched out his index finger, gently slid the condensed sword qi, and a blood bead the size of a mung bean gushed out of his fingertip.

With a whir, it fell onto the black flying sword.

The moment the blood bead merged into the sword body…

Zhao Huai felt a heartfelt connection.

A domineering, extremely arrogant aura rushed up, making his mind tremble.

He felt as if he was in a dark, void space and in front of him was a towering, winding giant black dragon, looking down from above, with its crimson eyes glaring viciously at him.

However, he quickly suppressed this aura. This should be the sword’s sword soul.

“Where’s the scabbard?”

Zhao Huai turned his head and asked.

Master Ruan Ban smiled slightly, saying, “This sword has no scabbard.”

“No scabbard?”

Zhao Huai looked surprised.

“Yes, according to Your Highness’s request, this sword is extremely powerful, so powerful that there is nothing that can be its scabbard, at least I can’t find it.”

“It turns out to be a sword without a scabbard.”

Yu Qinghan on the side couldn’t help but marvel.

After recognizing its master, Zhao Huai reached out, and the black sword at the bottom of the sword pool slowly rose.

It tell Into znao Huars nancl.

With a “clang”!

The black sword fell to the ground, piercing a huge hole, and the marble floor cracked in four directions, going halfway through the sword body.

Heavy.

Very heavy.

This was Zhao Huai’s first feeling when he picked up the sword.

You should know that he was a cultivator in the Middle Golden Core Stage and the strength of one hand, purely in the flesh body, was already tens of thousands of pounds, right?

He couldn’t even lift a sword?

Injecting magic power into his arms, Zhao Huai finally raised the sword handle with ease.

He caressed the sword’s edge and began to scrutinize it carefully.

The black sword body, with its deep and mysterious patterns, was dignified and low-key. It felt like touching dragon scales and was very smooth when touched.

The sword’s edge was dark and cold, and he could vaguely feel the violent aura within the flying sword.

Just holding it and injecting magic power, Zhao Huai felt a strong and rich aura emanating from the sword, hot and magnificent.

It seemed like a layer of black flame was attached to the sword’s edge.

Zhao Huai’s body shook slightly, and he clearly felt the power of the sword traveling through his meridians.

This could greatly increase the power of his sword.

This was incomparable to his previous flying sword.

Zhao Huai’s grip on the sword handle tightened.

The next moment, he had already lifted the sword with one hand, and the sword qi within his body didn’t require him to control it, as it flowed spontaneously towards the sword body.

The power went from head to toe, from the whole body to the sword handle.

Zhao Huai merely waved the sword gently and set it down.

“Be careful, this sword is very powerful and hard to control!” Master Ruan Ban hurriedly warned.

Before he could finish speaking, a sword qi suddenly shot out, accompanied by a violent wind and a buzzing sound similar to the roar of Cang Long. The faces of the disciples present turned pale, and they subconsciously retreated.

In front of them, a deep cut was left on the house built from top-quality spirit stones.

Zhao Huai’s face was quite embarrassed, he scratched his head and apologized:

“I’m sorry.”

Master Ruan Ban shook his head and said, “It’s fine. This sword is much stronger than you think. In the future, you’ll understand that what it shows now is just one percent, or even less. The key is that this sword contains the soul of a black dragon and is a demon-slaying weapon. It can devour the demon body and demon essence and grow stronger from it. I hope you will use it properly.”

Hearing this, Zhao Huai’s eyes lit up.

“Understood, Elder.”

“This sword should be my proudest work in the past hundred years. I hope that hundreds or even thousands of years later, I can still hear its name.”

Master Ruan Ban stroked his beard and laughed lightly.

Under the blue sky.

The 100,000 great mountains reflected in their eyes, and the immortal aura was vast and foggy.

The gaps on the Ancient Immortal Formation were filled, the stacked layers of

sword qi looked like a long wall, guarding a Heaven and Earth.

Zhao Huai and Yu Qinghan walked hand in hand, side by side, with their backs against the mountains, finally about to leave this paradise.

As if thinking of something, Zhao Huai turned his head and waved at the Spiritual Mountains, bidding them a silent farewell.

“Husband, do you miss the Spiritual Mountains?”

“No, I’m telling myself not to get trapped in these 100,000 great mountains.”