World's No. 1 Swordsman-Chapter 565: Crippled Sword Shows Its Ferocity

Though surprised that the war slave had put away the longbow and switched to a long spear, Wang Sheng only frowned slightly. It didn't truly shock him.

He charged out of the lightning and spun twice. White flames gathered along the Dragon Sword's blade as he prepared a vertical strike to split the war slave in two.

The war slave shook his long spear, thrusting eight spear phantasms at Wang Sheng's sword.

However, Wang Sheng had already developed the Thirty-Six Dragon-Slaying Slashes' power to an extremely high level, and he had put all of his strength into his attack. With unstoppable momentum, his Dragon-Slaying Sword Intent continued to surge forward, its edge too strong to break. It sliced right through the spear phantasms, forcing the war slave to use the force from the collision to quickly pull back.

The slave was clearly decent with a spear, but he was far less skilled with it than with a bow.

Wang Sheng altered his plan. He stopped using the Dragon-Slaying Sword Intent and made the Pure Yang Sword Song ring out in his heart, causing him to look less fierce and more relaxed. Using the Seven-Star Footwork, he pressed forward, preventing the opponent from getting away and using the longbow again.

The war slave, who was still expressionless, stopped retreating and started to attack fiercely. He reversed his grip on his spear and put his life at risk just to land a hit.

Wang Sheng had his armor to protect him. No matter how the spear hit him, it only made his internal qi feel slightly shaken. Meanwhile, he had imbued Pure Yang Immortal Power in his sword. He had only attacked a few times, yet he had already wounded the war slave's left arm and right shoulder.

Instead of red, purple blood filled with the aura of death oozed out of the injuries. Wang Sheng couldn't help but find it extremely strange.

The Pure Yang Sword Song was truly excellent.

Wang Sheng cornered the war slave at every turn, quickly riddling the latter with even more wounds. Meanwhile, instead of trying to run away again, the war slave guarded himself properly and kept attacking while waiting for his reinforcements to arrive.

More importantly, Wang Sheng felt a little worried about the war slave sitting nearby and carving wood with his head down. He looked over at him.

The war slaves were all late-stage True Immortals. They had been in many battles, as evidenced by the archer's incredibly strange technique. With no means of stopping the arrows, Wang Sheng could only evade them.

Now that Wang Sheng was close, the war slave showed that he was also good with a spear. Wang Sheng was winning with the Dragon Sword. However, without his powerful armor, he would have had to focus on defending, preventing him from taking the initiative so fast.

Wang Sheng was well aware that the Dragon Sword narrowed the gap in their power, and his armor gave him most of his advantage. Without these two treasures from the Eastern Kang Star Deity and the upgrades that he had given them using Dawnlight, he would've had almost no chance to win against his enemies now.

He was certainly far more skilled in swordsmanship than most in his league, but his enemies were also very powerful.

Since the archer was the biggest threat, Wang Sheng hoped to defeat and kill him now. However, the spear attacks were so fierce that he failed to quickly end the fight.

While flying at full speed using the Rainbow-Light Flying Technique, the other war slaves had almost reached him. They naturally weren't as fast as Wang Sheng and his Soaring Red Feathers, but they were still swift enough to encircle him.

He had to find a way to get out of the situation fast.

Gritting his teeth, he backed away and put the Dragon Sword on his back. A draconic roar rang out.

He pressed his palms together and then pulled them apart, making Flying Cloud appear between them. He grabbed it tightly with his right hand.

With a quick flick of the sword, the sluggish feeling of the Dragon Sword instantly disappeared.

Flying Cloud wasn't as sharp as the Dragon Sword, but the Dragon Sword was too wide. It was really only best for the Thirty-Six Dragon-Slaying Slashes. Although it could also be wielded with one hand and didn't feel obstructive when used for the Pure Yang Sword Song and Heavenly Ziwei Sword Art, it still felt just slightly off.

After all, a two-handed sword and a one-handed sword had different functions.

Wang Sheng rushed forward again as moonlight flowed over Flying Cloud. Specks of starlight followed him.

The war slave tried to pull away at first. Seemingly changing his mind, he instead charged at Wang Sheng and swung his long spear from side to side, leaving afterimages behind. He was clearly intent on preventing the sword cultivator from getting near the war slave who was carving wood.

Wang Sheng wasn't any faster than before, but he was much more agile. While dodging, he released the starlight of the Seven Stars. It was so bright that it stopped the archer's spear technique.

Before the war slave could resume his offensive, Wang Sheng used his footwork to move like a ghost. He appeared to the war slave's left and thrust Flying Cloud at him.

The war slave quickly grabbed his spear with two hands and swung it down like a staff at Wang Sheng's head. However, the spear only hit an afterimage and smashed the planet fragment they were on right down the middle. Had they been on an intact planet, the attack would have created a crack many miles long.

Releasing such force inevitably caused a momentary pause in the flow of the archer's immortal power.

When the spear hit the ground, Wang Sheng was still on the left side of the war slave. Starlight surged across Flying Cloud, and sword phantasms of the Seven Stars began interweaving and overlapping.

The war slave twisted his head, his vacant eyes reflecting the brilliant stars. Doing all he could to protect himself, he yanked the long spear back and barely managed to lift it upright.

The sword radiance flickered, and the stars roared. Streaks of purple blood sprayed nonstop!

Wang Sheng pressed on with rapid strikes, while his opponent focused only on defense. In the blink of an eye, he wounded the war slave more than ten times, mostly in vital areas.

Just as the archer was about to die to Flying Cloud, the war slave who wielded a longsword casually flung his weapon, raised two sword fingers, and swiftly formed a sign. Aiming straight for Wang Sheng's head, the longsword transformed into a cyan bird and crossed several li of empty space at terrifying speed.

Wang Sheng's spiritual perception jolted, allowing him to retreat in time. The cyan bird skimmed past his scalp, but it still managed to carve a thin line of blood across his forehead. Only then did his armor glow with immortal light.

The cyan bird dissipated, and the longsword embedded itself in the ground. As Wang Sheng pressed forward to finish off the archer, ripples appeared around him, making him feel restrained again.

While plummeting, the lean axeman swung his two giant axes downward at Wang Sheng's head with terrifying force.

Meanwhile, the archer quickly retreated to the rear. He was covered in purple blood, but with powerful reinforcements arriving, he no longer had to force himself to shield the war slave who was carving dead wood.

Several draconic roars rang out, and the restraint around Wang Sheng vanished instantly. He tapped the ground with his foot, retreated swiftly, and calmly evaded the giant axes.

At that moment, a piercing sword howl rang out nearby. The longsword wielder had recalled his weapon and was already charging in.

The war slave seemed like a completely different person. When Wang Sheng had briefly faced him earlier, Wang Sheng hadn't felt much of a threat. Now, however, he sensed a fractured Great Dao within the war slave.

It was as if a broken immortal sword resided inside him. It seemed to be wailing, sighing, and struggling to stay alive as it surged with fury.

Dao of the Sword Resonance?!

Wang Sheng frowned slightly as he lifted his sword to meet the war slave. He once again used Pure Yang Sword Song, which consumed the least immortal power yet still unleashed considerable force, to engage the sword slave in close combat.

After only three exchanges, Wang Sheng sighed inwardly.

He's fast!

At first glance, the war slave's sword art seemed unstructured, yet every technique was exquisitely precise and subtly aligned with the Great Dao. Moreover, it always contained strokes of inspired brilliance.

It wasn't just his sword art. His footwork was also extremely refined and flowed seamlessly with his attacks, much like the Seven-Star Footwork when combined with the Heavenly Ziwei Sword Art.

If the war slave had been a normal cultivator, Wang Sheng would have truly wanted to discuss the Dao of the Sword with him. Unfortunately, they were in a fight to the death, and the Celestial Wind Sect had turned Wang Sheng's opponents into war slaves using corrupt arts. His enemies now only had vacant eyes and the intent to fight and kill.

He also noticed that in the middle of their napes were three jade nails, which were likely the vicious artifacts that were controlling their ruined bodies.

Getting to fight someone so powerful was rare. Giving the swordsman an honorable death could be the greatest respect Wang Sheng could offer him.

Wang Sheng's attacks grew ever sharper. He circulated his six sword intents at once and made the Dragon-Slaying Sword Intent reinforce the Dragon Sword. Right after, he met speed with speed and profundity with profundity.

The longsword wielder also grew stronger, becoming even more difficult to deal with. He used his fractured ethereal soul, corporeal soul, and Dao of the Sword to fight Wang Sheng to a standstill.

Wang Sheng wasn't sure if it was just an illusion, but after trading a hundred blows with his opponent, a trace of clarity appeared in the war slave's eyes.

Wang Sheng was quite familiar with that look. After all, he had experienced it several times himself. It stemmed from the uncontrollable excitement of one's Dao Heart upon encountering a worthy opponent and the desire to clash in swordsmanship, which was buried deep within every sword cultivator's bones and blood.

It seemed the war slave had even formed a sword heart!

Wang Sheng sighed inwardly, but he could not afford to be distracted. The sword radiance on Flying Cloud grew increasingly restrained, yet his attacks became ever more unpredictable. There was no killing intent in his heart, but he had unmistakable killing intent in his sword techniques.

The axeman rushed over with his axes held high, only to find himself unsure where to strike. Meanwhile, the war slave playing the short flute kept harassing Wang Sheng from the side, but the Dragon Sword's draconic roars dissolved her attacks into nothing.

Fortunately, Wang Sheng had gravely injured the archer enough to stop him from firing his bow. Now, the archer could only slump on the ground, gasping and repairing his tattered body.

Had the archer and the swordsman been able to work together, Wang Sheng would have faced an inevitable disaster today.

Three hundred blows later, Wang Sheng and the swordsman remained locked in fierce combat, with neither gaining the upper hand despite already sustaining numerous wounds.

The war slave's longsword was no ordinary weapon, and his attacks were too fast. Wang Sheng's armor, which only covered his torso, couldn't release immortal light quickly enough to shield the rest of him from each strike. Hence, he mostly suffered injuries on his limbs.

In contrast, the war slave's wounds were mostly on his chest and abdomen. Purple and black blood spilled from them endlessly, creating a somewhat horrifying sight. Nevertheless, they didn't hinder the war slave's attacks in the slightest. On the contrary, they made his sword techniques even sharper.

On the other side, the fifth war slave had already carved the dead wood into a rough humanoid. He seemed to be carving a wooden puppet, though its purpose was unclear.