Chapter 62: The Thousand-Year Promise
The second figure that emerged was steady and heavy, bearing the Xuanwu, with an overwhelming sense of pressure.
This time, the other party didn’t waste words, and the heavy sword directly crashed down toward Li Fan.
"Bang..." Li Fan swung his sword to block, but his body was knocked flying. The opponent’s sword was too heavy, as if truly bearing the Xuanwu beast.
"Why can’t your Martial Spirit integrate into your Sword Intent?" The opponent’s voice was deep as he asked Li Fan.
Li Fan pondered the other’s words. The tall figure earlier had also said that whether it was the Dharma Form or Martial Spirit, for a Sword Cultivator, they all supported the sword.
His Jiao Long Martial Spirit, his robust vitality, and mana were all supports to the sword.
A golden Jiao Long figure circled behind Li Fan, Sword Intent spreading, gradually emanating a heavy power aura. At this time, the opponent surged again, another sword slammed down, and the Xuanwu Divine Turtle descended with it to suppress and kill. Li Fan was knocked away once more.
The opponent attacked repeatedly, and Li Fan fell each time, but each time he stood up again, and the Sword Intent within him grew stronger each time.
Once more, Li Fan swung the sword in his hand, and the golden Jiao Long phantom roared out, moving with the sword, colliding with the Xuanwu beast. The two forces clashed fiercely, and Li Fan slid back without falling.
"This time’s chosen successor dual cultivates with martial arts? Quite resilient." The Xuanwu shadow spoke, charging forward once more. Just as the other party’s sword slashed down, there was a clap of thunder striking towards the opponent.
The Xuanwu seemed to stretch across the void above, blocking the thunder. At the same time, strands of golden lines began to entangle towards the opponent, aiming to bind the sword in their hand.