Urban Most Awesome Dad

Chapter 595

?Chapter 595: Chapter 595: Divine Swords and Magic Swords_1 Chapter 595: Chapter 595: Divine Swords and Magic Swords_1 As his words fell, Liusheng Chuntree’s lean body seemed to grow a few inches taller, the wild battle spirit contained within bursting forth, sweeping across the surroundings.

It was clear that he harbored a terrifying power within him, which he had never shown before, awakening only now and causing his aura to become sharp and invincible, like a peerless treasured sword breaking through anything in its path.

“Buzz!”

The old, worn sword box on Liusheng Chuntree’s back, with its red lacquer flaking off in patches, trembled incessantly as the treasured sword inside resonated with its master’s battle intent, the fighting spirit surging like a rainbow streaking across the sky.

With the sword intent emanating from the treasured sword, it was like a wild wind sweeping the ground, or piercing straight into the clouds.

For a moment, it caused chaos in the heavens and on earth.

The dispersed clouds allowed moonlight to pour down, adding a touch of serene and quiet coldness.

“Sword intent?!”

Xu Fan’s expression became a few shades more solemn, feeling an immense pressure subconsciously from this old swordsaint.

Even when Shuten-doji used the Soul Cleansing Spear, he had never experienced such a feeling.

Clearly, the Blind Swordsaint’s strength surpassed that of Shuten-doji, though it was uncertain by how much.

But on second thought, it was natural for a swordsman wielding sword intent to be sharp in offense.

Once a swordsman acquires sword intent, their understanding and comprehension of the Sword Dao becomes a system in its own right.

However, this was not just the simplistic “sword in the mind without a sword in hand” or “unity of man and sword” or “ever-changing Sword Dao” as broadly defined in martial arts novels.

Those were merely superficial summaries of sword intent.

Xu Fan could tell at a glance that Liusheng Chuntree and his sword were in strong resonance, as if their minds communicated with each other, the sword following mental commands, and thoughts piercing through to the sword’s spirit.

Therefore, the realm of the Blind Swordsaint might not necessarily be higher than that of Shuten-doji.

It was just that the Sword Dao excels in offense, and with Liusheng Chuntree having immersed himself in the Sword Dao for sixty to seventy years, his combat power was probably superior to Shuten-doji’s.

Thus, even Xu Fan dared not underestimate the prestige of a swordsaint.

Even in the Cultivation World, sword cultivators who have comprehended sword intent are very rare, and as long as they do not fall midway, they can basically grow into powerful individuals, or even grandmasters.

Unexpectedly, on this backward Sea Blue Star, Xu Fan had encountered a swordsman who had given birth to sword intent, which was genuinely surprising since even he, the Immortal Emperor Xu Wufang, had yet to comprehend sword intent.

“Your swordsmanship is astonishing and extraordinary, why insist on fighting me?”

Xu Fan stood in front of the two women, blocking the invasion of the other’s sword intent, and asked coldly.

Liusheng Chuntree replied calmly, “I am a protector of the Island Country.

You and that person have been fighting here recklessly with your high cultivation, destroying the mountains and forests, affecting the lives of the people of Dongjing.

Your overpowering strength can also pose a severe threat to the lives of the Island Country’s citizens.

How can I let you act recklessly?”

Then, he added another sentence: “I do not kill women who are powerless to truss a chicken, you should first see to their safety.”

Xu Fan’s brows furrowed, seeing the situation was leading to an inevitable fight, he turned to the two women and said, “Xue’er, Shi Yu, retreat to the crowd.”

“Husband!

Be…

careful.”

Xu Yixue gripped his hand tightly, her pretty face filled with deep concern.

Chen Shiyu also looked at Xu Fan with an urgent expression.

“Don’t worry, I’ve found my sister now, and I want to introduce you two later.”

Xu Fan smiled lightly, then waved his hand towards Wang Xiaolong and others, saying, “That old Mr.

Wang Jinghu over there is the leader of Hongmen.

Tongtong and my little sister are staying at his place.

You should go there for now, I’ll be joining you shortly.”

“…Okay!”

Xu Yixue understood that at this moment, Xu Fan needed to focus on the enemy.

If her own panic disturbed his state of mind, that would not be good.

Wang Xiaolong had already proactively approached and took the two women, quickly bringing them back to the rest of the Hongmen members.

Seeing that the two women were safe, Xu Fan’s worries dissipated, and he turned to face Liusheng Chuntree, his eyes churning with fighting spirit, and declared loudly, “Since you are determined to fight, make your move.”

The two spoke plainly, and the atmosphere immediately became tense, with an aura of deadly seriousness spreading out and forcing the people standing over a hundred meters away to retreat another ten meters in shock.

Liusheng Chuntree also had a sword intent as violent as a great dragon, wanting to tear through the heavens, his aura earthshaking.

Xu Fan stood with his hands behind his back, his expression indifferent, his aura calm as the abyss.

The observing crowd all held their breath and focused, their eyes unblinkingly fixed on the two figures in the arena, their eyes filled with anticipation and tension.

One side featured the mightiest warrior of the Island Country from half a century ago, his Sword Dao immense as mountains and boundless as seas.

On the other, a mysterious powerhouse from the God Realm of Yan Country, who had just slain a God Realm warrior of the Island Country a few minutes earlier in fierce combat.

Such a battle ignited the spectators’ fervent anticipation, as if witnessing the ultimate showdown between a heavenly god and a devil.

Although the crowd had arrived late, missing the prior deadly battle, the opportunity to witness this fight was an immense honor.

“Hmm!”

Liusheng Chuntree also let out a soft “Hmm”, as a slight vibration on his right shoulder caused the sword box to spring open, releasing a single-edged longsword that shone like frost, hovering above his head.

With a slight hand motion, the longsword swiftly whooshed into his palm.

Liusheng Chuntree caressed the blade with his fingers, revealing a gentle, tender smile as he murmured to himself, “Old pal, this time I’ll take you for a thrilling battle.”

The sword seemed to possess a spirit, quivering slightly in response.

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“Is this the famous Futsunomitama?!”

“My heavens, it really seems so, I can’t believe I’m witnessing a Divine Sword in the flesh!”

“Probably only a Sword Saint could wield a Divine Sword.”

“The Sword Saint seems ready for an all-out battle?

Good gracious, the God Realm of Yan Country is in peril!”

As cultivators, the spectators all recognized Futsunomitama from its depictions; there was a collective gasp at its appearance.

With the Divine Sword in his hand, Liusheng Chuntree’s sword intent surged, causing the surrounding temperature to drop significantly.

His body surface was covered with innumerable fine, sharp, golden specks of light.

Seeing the opponent continually elevating his fighting spirit and aura, Xu Fan’s expression grew much grimmer.

If he allowed his opponent to continue this way, he would completely lose the initiative and be forced into a highly disadvantageous situation, prompting him to act, and with a turnover of his palm, he took out the Heavenly Fiend Great Demon, slamming the sword’s tip into the ground with a “bang”.

Surrounding his body was a twining aura of purple qi.

Upon seeing this, Liusheng Chuntree couldn’t help but lift his eyelids sharply, his expression suddenly becoming much more solemn.

His impeccable focus and the rising intensity of his aura suffered a slight disruption.

Liusheng Chuntree no longer underestimated his opponent, instead treating him as a peer at the same level of strength.

The auras of the two men, already battling ahead of their physical forms, clearly demarcated, evenly split the atmosphere, as if it were the balance of autumn.

“I am Liusheng Chuntree, my shuriken is named Futsunomitama!”

Liusheng Chuntree held true to the samurai tradition and introduced himself as he began.