Chapter 152: Mingming Feijian

A cold light surged across the jet-black sword body, and the three small silver characters "Hengjiang Sword" on the hilt began to flicker.

Wang Yu's eyebrows twitched. He gripped the hilt tightly with one hand, while his other hand suddenly grew a few sizes larger, and he struck the sword body three times in rapid succession with great force.

"Clang!" "Clang!" "Clang!"

With Wang Yu's current immense strength, each strike felt like a heavy blow from a giant hammer.

The Hengjiang Sword immediately hummed, and the sword body began to tremble automatically.

Seeing this, Wang Yu took a deep breath. His upper body suddenly expanded by a circle, and wisps of golden-yellow mist emerged from his two arms, vaguely manifesting into exquisite arm guards.

Wang Yu opened his mouth again, and a vast wave of white Qi surged out. His two arms suddenly grew twice as thick. He grabbed the sword body with both hands and bent it with force, as if he wanted to snap the sword in two right in the middle.

"Hum—"

The jet-black iron sword was bent into a ninety-degree angle by the immense force, yet it was unusually tough and did not break into two pieces. Instead, the humming sound grew louder, and it trembled even more violently.

Wang Yu felt his ten fingers go slightly numb, as if what he was holding in his hands was not an inanimate object, but a large fish struggling desperately.

This Hengjiang Sword was definitely not an ordinary sword; a magic artifact refined from refined iron could never be this tough!

Could it really be the legendary flying sword of a sword cultivator?

But why, no matter how he channeled his power, were there no inscriptions visible on the sword? Could it be that a sword cultivator's life-bound flying sword has no spirit inscriptions?

A memory flashed through Wang Yu's mind of the astonishing speed at which the Black Soul Sect Daoist had wielded this sword that day, and the later scene where he had forcibly dispersed the strange bloodstains on the sword body. A look of contemplation flashed across his face, but he had no intention of stopping the movements of his hands. Instead, his two arms grew slightly thicker again, his veins bulged, and the strength in his hands increased by another thirty percent.

This time, he was determined to thoroughly test the mysteries of this Hengjiang Sword.

The jet-black iron sword, which had already been bent to ninety degrees, bent even further by a large margin. The tip and the hilt touched, forming an almost oval shape. The jet-black sword body, which had been humming, suddenly revealed three blurry silver spirit inscriptions. Each one resembled a small sword, yet they were twisting desperately, as if they were all living things.

Wang Yu was overjoyed. Just as he was about to focus his mind to take a closer look, he felt the magic power he had injected into the sword body being instantly repelled. Then, the three silver spirit inscriptions rotated simultaneously, and after the sword body trembled slightly, a white, hazy sword Qi sprayed out from within.

"Sss—"

At such a close distance, even though Wang Yu reacted extremely quickly and released one hand, letting the bent sword body instantly spring back, he was still grazed by the sword Qi on his arm.

Wang Yu only felt a chill on that arm; the golden-yellow arm guard was sliced open, and a long wound appeared out of thin air on his arm. A large amount of fresh blood gushed out, and a small portion of it fell onto the iron sword.

Wang Yu's expression changed slightly.

You must know, ever since he had cultivated the baleful Qi of the Black Tiger Breathing Technique, he hadn't been injured in a long time.

After all, the defense manifested by this Golden Yang baleful Qi was almost comparable to a low-rank defensive magic artifact. And after he had cultivated the first level of the breathing technique, his skin would automatically be covered by a transparent "Qi membrane" produced by the breathing technique. After cultivating the second level, the thickness and toughness of this Qi membrane doubled; ordinary sharp blades could not break through it at all, and even some low-rank blade-type magic artifacts would have a small portion of their power negated when striking it.

But at this moment, he had only been grazed by the Hengjiang Sword's sword Qi, and he was immediately bleeding profusely. This sword Qi was simply too sharp.

What was even more astonishing was that the three spirit inscriptions indicated that the Hengjiang Sword was only a low-rank sword artifact, yet it possessed legendary spirituality, capable of automatically spraying sword Qi to injure people.

According to the artifact refining knowledge he had learned, only magic artifacts of the third rank or higher could possess spirituality, and only magic artifacts with spirituality could take a further step and transform into legendary Dharma treasures.

Could this be the characteristic of a sword cultivator's life-bound flying sword, and the secret to why sword cultivators are known as the number one in slaughter?

At this moment, although Wang Yu did not know much about sword cultivators, he was already seventy or eighty percent convinced that the Hengjiang Sword was indeed a sword cultivator's life-bound flying sword.

But the power that Black Soul Sect Daoist had displayed when wielding this sword that day was limited, which didn't seem to fit the status of a sword cultivator. Could there be some other reason for this?

As Wang Yu pondered this, he immediately entered overclocking mode. His injured arm merely twitched, the wound contracted and turned pale, and the fresh blood immediately stopped flowing; the surrounding muscles turned pale.

But when he held the iron sword in front of him again and took a look, he couldn't help but let out a soft "Eh."

On the body of the Hengjiang Sword, those three strange silver spirit inscriptions had disappeared, and in their place, an extra clear bloodstain had appeared.

This is...

Wang Yu immediately thought of the fresh blood that had dripped onto the sword when he was bleeding just now.

He stared fixedly at the sword and tried injecting his magic power into it once again.

The iron sword, which had been faintly repelling him, actually accepted his magic power easily. The sword body silently revealed three silver spirit inscriptions in the shape of small swords, and it even seemed to have formed some kind of vague connection with his divine sense.

Wang Yu still couldn't quite believe this feeling of his, and subconsciously raised his hand to flick the sword body lightly.

"Clang!"

Wang Yu only felt his divine sense "hum," producing a slight fluctuation, and he couldn't help but exclaim out loud.

"Blood Sacrifice Technique!"

This secret technique used by the demonic path to refine magic artifacts with essence blood was quite famous in the demonic path. Many demonic path cultivators had used this secret technique to refine magic artifacts to increase their power.

But when Wang Yu thought about it again, he felt something was not quite right.

Although he did not know the Blood Sacrifice Technique, he had seen descriptions of this secret technique in some notes.

The Blood Sacrifice Technique could only refine certain special types of demonic path magic artifacts, and it required very cumbersome arrangements and rituals beforehand. At the same time, the entire refining process would be very long, and a lot of essence blood was needed. It was absolutely impossible to complete a Blood Sacrifice Technique refining just by dripping a little blood on it casually.

Thinking of this, Wang Yu felt slightly relieved. He looked at the Hengjiang Sword again and became hesitant once more.

Then what was going on with the current situation?

After thinking for a while, he flicked his wrist, and the iron sword in his hand flew out, turning directly into a black light. It circled left and right in the small artifact refining room, flying up and down, as agile as a swallow dancing gracefully.

This feeling, this control?

In an instant, Wang Yu understood that the Hengjiang Sword was absolutely a sword cultivator's life-bound flying sword, and he also knew the true terrifying aspect of a sword cultivator.

At this moment, compared to the laborious and heavy feeling of wielding ordinary magic artifacts, the iron sword was so light that it felt like it had almost no weight. It felt even more like the sword, under the control of his divine sense threads, moved as his mind willed, arriving as he thought, and was as easy to control as his own arm.

Sword cultivators are truly terrifying!

Wang Yu couldn't help but think in horror, but what he was even more interested in at this moment were the three small sword-like spirit inscriptions on the sword body.

To him, having already mastered quite a few spirit inscriptions, these three spirit inscriptions were so strange and unfamiliar in form that they were most likely secret, exclusive spirit inscriptions of sword cultivators. He just didn't know what special effects they might have. ===== CHAPTER 153 =====