Chapter 675: Ou Yezi's Sword (2)

Sword qi rose into the air, the void grimly cold.

The short sword, white and eerie, just over one chi long, hovered above Ou Yezi's head, spraying a thumb-wide blade of light a thousand zhang long.

The short sword, emanating a grim cold qi, flashed through the void and silently appeared before Wu Tie.

Fast, incredibly fast, beyond description.

Even with Wu Tie's reaction speed, he couldn't react in time; the sword light flashed once, piercing his chest and bursting out his back. A thin arrow of blood shot along the sword light for hundreds of zhang, the blood arrow turning into countless thumb-sized blood droplets, like meteors falling to the ground, landing heavily.

A booming roar sounded, and several nearby mountains shook violently.

Inside the dueling fortress, blood light blazed; the essence blood Wu Tie spat out was swallowed up by the fortress floor, the bloody light enveloping each mountain growing ever more intense and substantial, almost condensing into substance.

Wu Tie staggered backward a few steps, dozens of sharp swords hacking at him wildly, sparks flying; his body was carved with deep sword marks. The vast essence blood energy surged within him, and the wounds from the dozens of swords healed completely in a single breath.

Only on the thumb-wide, extremely thin wound on his chest—barely visible to the naked eye—did a terrifying sword intent stubbornly linger; no matter how Wu Tie's essence blood energy surged, it was utterly destroyed by the sword intent, leaving the wound unable to heal.

"Your bones are very hard."

Ou Yezi raised his left hand, pointing his index finger at the short sword hovering in the air.

This short sword is very proud.

He seemed like a living person, and Wu Tie could clearly feel his pride—dozens of sharp swords were wildly beating Wu Tie, so under Ou Yezi's command this short sword struck true, piercing Wu Tie's body, and then scorned to join the melee any further.

The short sword hovered silently, faint soul fluctuations spreading from within, threads of them wrapping around Wu Tie's body like a seasoned hunter cautiously surveying his movements.

Wu Tie pressed his right hand to his chest, flipped his left hand behind him, and pressed his palm likewise to the wound on his back.

Both palms sprayed five-colored divine light; Wu Tie covertly circulated the five-colored divine light, and the sword intent on the wound, like a bone-eating maggot, emitted a piercing hum, being worn away by the five-colored divine light at a speed Wu Tie could clearly perceive.

The short sword suddenly emitted a sharp ringing; he felt that the sword intent he had left in Wu Tie's wound was worn away.

This is a provocation!

The short sword's icy light suddenly blazed a hundredfold or more; though still just over a foot long, its emitted sword light shone for a thousand li, the light from its tip stretching thirty li, its momentum astonishing beyond compare.

Ou Yezi looked at Wu Tie, both startled and delighted.

This short sword is a secret treasure passed down from some unknown ancestor of the Ou clan, marvelously spiritual and of boundless divine power. It is also an incredibly mysterious short sword; even with Ou Yezi's and his dozens of predecessors' insight, they could not tell whether it was a man-made artifact or a natural creation.

Near the hilt of this short sword, tiny seven-colored glass inlaid the characters "Fuchai" on the blade.

Thus Ou Yezi and the Ou clan people call it the "Fuchai Sword".

As for the origin of the characters "Fuchai", the Ou clan searched through the classics but found no sufficiently reliable information.

The Fuchai Sword is the Ou clan's clan-protecting secret treasure; it rarely appears before people, but when it does, bloodshed is certain, and it will surely slay every outsider present besides the Ou clan members.

Therefore, for countless years, the high echelons of the Great Wei Divine Kingdom have secretly transmitted that the Ou clan possesses a supremely powerful divine sword that suppresses the clan's fortune.

Even several Great Wei Divine Emperors personally asked to borrow the Fuchai Sword for a look, but no matter what favorable terms those emperors offered or how great the benefits, the Ou clan merely laughed them out, ha ha ha, sending those emperors packing from their own gate.

The Fuchai Sword has been tempered by countless generations of Ou ancestors with a strand of innate essence blood refined from their lineage; each generation of Ou Yezi can easily master it without much effort.

Man and sword as one, the unity of man and blade—Ou Yezi, facing Wu Tie in battle, has also reached this stage.

Just as the Fuchai Sword pierced Wu Tie's chest, its edge touched one of his ribs… What shocked Ou Yezi was that the sword's edge did not damage Wu Tie's rib, but slid along its smooth, hard surface a fraction, thus passing through the gap between two bones in his back.

Wu Tie's bones can withstand the edge of the Fuchai Sword.

That is why Ou Yezi just exclaimed in astonishment, saying Wu Tie's bones are very hard.

The shock stems from Wu Tie's hard bones.

The delight comes from the Fuchai Sword's strong reaction—this fellow, provoked, has actively erupted, truly treating Wu Tie as a worthy opponent.

Over the years, even a Great Martial Prince wielding a state-protected divine artifact has fallen beneath the edge of the Fuchai Sword.

The grade of the Fuchai Sword surpasses that of the so-called state-protected divine artifacts of the Three Kingdoms, its power greater.

But because it is too strong, the Fuchai Sword has always been proud, actually lazy, and seldom heeds commands.

For example, after just striking Wu Tie with a sword, it proudly hovered in the air, coldly staring at Wu Tie, refusing to move.

But Wu Tie wore away the sword intent it left behind; the proud, lazy Fuchai Sword, stimulated, became earnest, earnestly locking a thread of soul fluctuation onto Wu Tie's body and emitting a piercing, bone-chilling cold light that shone for a thousand li.

"Want to kill me?" Wu Tie pointed at the Fuchai Sword: "Come on!"

Ou Yezi gave a "hehe" laugh, glanced at Wu Tie, decisively bit his tongue tip, and a spray of blood mixed with over ninety-five percent of his mana turned into a bolt of blood light that shot violently into the Fuchai Sword.

The Fuchai Sword's magnificent sword light, stretching thirty li, suddenly collapsed and contracted inward.

After a flash of light, the Fuchai Sword's main body vanished, leaving only a crystal‑clear sword blade three zhang six chi long and palm‑wide in the void.

With a sword ring, the blade shot forth, stabbing straight at Wu Tie's brow, appearing to pierce his skull and utterly annihilate his divine fetus.

A terrifying chill enveloped Wu Tie's body, and the flesh at his brow split open suddenly.

Even though the Fuchai Sword was still several li away from Wu Tie's head, its invisible sword intent had already torn open the flesh at his brow; the sword intent surged, shaking his brow bone into visible golden ripples.

The terrifying sword impact struck Wu Tie's skull, invading his cranium and piercing straight through to his divine fetus.

Around Wu Tie's divine fetus, which stood tens of thousands of zhang tall, terrifying sword intent burst forth, forming a sword mountain that descended to envelop his divine fetus.

Wu Tie let out a long, wild cry; his divine fetus, covered in countless great Dao patterns winding and flowing, sent wave after wave of near‑substantial soul fluctuations surging outward in all directions, bearing up the sword mountain that fell upon him.