The Unparalleled Sword Emperor Chapter 2928 - 2903: Sword Repository! Blood Shadow Dividing Spirit Sword! (5 Updates)

"Damn it! Damn it! Damn it!"

Long Yu, both furious and humiliated, swung her Sword Edge, slashing out one Sword after another.

Long Beibei, however, easily received every Sword Long Yu sent out.

Dragon Hawk, seeing this scene from the sky, his expression hardened: "What’s going on? How can Long Beibei possibly stand on equal footing against Long Yu, who’s already drawn her Sword?"

Su Dingan was also somewhat puzzled.

He stared dumbfounded at Long Beibei.

Long Beibei’s comprehension in the Sword Art temporarily suppressed Long Yu.

This made Long Yu somewhat panic and lose her composure.

Whoosh—

A streak of Sword Aura swept across the sky, struck Long Yu’s body, blasted her flying, and sent her crashing heavily into the stone wall behind.

Long Yu hit the ground, face full of embarrassment, covered in blood and filth, her Eyes bloodshot as she stared at Long Beibei.

Long Beibei’s Eyes flashed with a glow of surprise and delight; looking at Long Yu’s sorry appearance, she smiled calmly and said, "Looks like this past month of Master’s devil training wasn’t for nothing!"

"I really am much stronger than I was a few months ago!"

Long Beibei also spoke with a bit of astonishment.

Even Long Beibei found it hard to believe that she actually had the qualifications to fight Long Yu!

"Long Yu, you still refuse to admit defeat?" Long Beibei asked with a smile.

Long Yu, in a wretched state all over, slowly stood up from the ground, expressionless as she looked at Long Beibei. In those pair of pupils surfaced a vicious and ferocious gaze.

"No one has ever forced me into such a situation before!"

"Looks like if I don’t use that Sword, it’s impossible!"

"Long Beibei, to fall beneath this Sword is your fortune and opportunity!"

Long Yu gradually flew up into mid-air, and the blood overflowing all over her body actually turned into a blood mist at this moment, spreading and shrouding her figure.

In an instant, a pungent smell of blood permeated the entire Kongtian Peak.

Long Yu’s body was gradually covered by the blood mist.

"Blood Shadow Dividing Spirit Sword!"

Long Huihuang, seeing this scene, his pupils instantly showed shock.

Then Long Huihuang’s gaze turned to Su Dingan, and he said coldly, "Su Dingan, shouldn’t you give me an explanation?"

Su Dingan chuckled softly: "Lord Long Huihuang, what is there to explain?"

Long Huihuang said, "Isn’t the Blood Shadow Dividing Spirit Sword the untransmittable secret of your Sword Pavilion Clan? I have asked you many times to pass this set of Sword Skill to Beibei, yet you refused every time!"

"Why..."

Long Huihuang said coldly.

Su Dingan smiled and said, "The Blood Shadow Dividing Spirit Sword is indeed the untransmittable secret of the Sword Pavilion Clan, but Long Yu is my Direct Disciple. What problem is there with me teaching him this set of Sword Skill?"

Hearing Su Dingan’s words, Long Huihuang’s heart was instantly filled with shock.

Only at this moment did Long Huihuang realize that Long Yu had originally been Su Dingan’s Disciple!

"Blood Shadow Dividing Spirit Sword!" Zhao Yue’s Eyes flashed, and she also spoke with some shock.

Lin Bai asked, "You’ve seen it before?"

Zhao Yue said, "This set of Sword Skill is the untransmittable secret of the Sword Pavilion Clan!"

"The Sword Pavilion Clan is an extremely ancient clan on the Nanzhou Continent. Although their Legacy can’t compare in age to the Poison God Clan, it’s not exactly short either!"

"Back when Nanzhou was still in Chaos, the Sword Pavilion Clan already existed in Nanzhou!"

"And Inside the Sword Repository of the Sword Pavilion Clan, there is a scripture called ’Sword Collection’!"

"Inside the Sword Repository, it records the most powerful Sword Skills in the history of the Sword Pavilion Clan, a total of nineteen sets of Sword Skills!"

"The nineteen Sword Skills in the Sword Repository are divided into ’Heaven, Human, Ghost’!"

"They are, the Nine Ghost Swords, the Seven Swords of the Human Emperor, and the Three Swords of the Celestial God!"

"The Nine Ghost Swords possess a power mysterious as Ghosts and Gods; it’s said they can connect to the Netherworld, tread through Hell, command specters and monsters, and annihilate all living beings!"

"And this set, the ’Blood Shadow Dividing Spirit Sword’, is one of the Nine Ghost Swords Inside the Sword Repository!"

Zhao Yue said in a low voice.

Hearing Zhao Yue’s explanation, Lin Bai suddenly understood; so this set of Sword Skill had such an extraordinary origin.

The Sword Pavilion Clan is a great clan that has stood in Nanzhou for a long time. Although the years of its existence can’t compare to the Poison God Clan, the difference isn’t that great.

So even Ten thousand years ago, in the era when Zhao Yue was born, the Sword Pavilion Clan was also a great clan in Nanzhou.

Zhao Yue, of course, had crossed hands with Strong Ones of the Sword Pavilion Clan before, so she had some understanding of the Sword Skills of the Sword Pavilion Clan!

At this time, Zhao Yue asked with a smile, "Now how much chance of winning do you think she has?"

Lin Bai came back to his senses and said with a smile, "One hundred percent!"

Zhao Yue frowned: "Long Yu has now already displayed the untransmittable secret of the Sword Pavilion Clan, and you still think Long Beibei has a one hundred percent chance?"

Lin Bai smiled and said, "Any Sword Skill that can be included in the Sword Repository of the Sword Pavilion Clan must be extremely profound and mysterious. I’m certain that with Long Yu’s talent, even if he’s cultivated this set of Sword Skill, he can’t draw out its full Strength!"

"At most he’s just borrowing the fame of this Sword Skill to scare people!"

"This kind of Sword Skill is not so easy to cultivate!"

Lin Bai shook his head and said.

...

In the field, an intense blood-colored Glow surged from Long Yu’s body.

Sheets of blood mist surfaced around him.

And at this moment, Long Yu standing within the blood mist, his hair flying, face indifferent, emanated a domineering majesty from his body, just like a Demon God returning from Hell, impossible to gaze at directly!

"Die!" At that instant, Long Yu flew forward, charging to kill Long Beibei.

A streak of blood-colored Escape Light swept across the sky, striking straight toward Long Beibei.

Long Beibei could only grit her teeth and take it head-on, lifting her Sword Edge to block this Sword from Long Yu.

Clang!

The two Swords collided, and the sound of gold and iron clashing rang out.

And in that instant, when the two Swords met, Long Yu, who had clearly been right before Long Beibei, suddenly disappeared.

As Long Beibei was taken aback—

Suddenly, a sharp pain and a deadly sense of danger came from her back.

Long Beibei hastily operated her movement technique and slipped away.

This Sword fell, leaving a ferocious line of Sword Marks on Long Beibei’s back.

Pfft!

Long Beibei hurriedly operated her movement technique, widening the distance between her and Long Yu. With some surprise in her expression, she said, "How is this possible! He was clearly right in front of me, how did he suddenly appear behind me?"

"Is this speed?"

"No, this absolutely isn’t speed!"

Long Beibei stared at Long Yu in shock!

"Heh heh!" Seeing Long Beibei’s stunned look, Long Yu smiled proudly, took a step forward, and charged at Long Beibei again.

This time it was still a frontal assault.

After blocking Long Yu’s frontal Sword, Long Beibei swiftly turned around to look behind her.

Long Beibei had originally thought Long Yu would repeat the same trick.

But at this moment, Shadows of a person of Long Yu surged at her from all four directions—front, back, left, and right. At the instant Long Beibei turned to look behind her, the blood shadow behind her vanished, and then the Long Yu at her left side slashed in, his Sword striking Long Beibei’s shoulder.

Bang!

Long Beibei was blasted flying once again.

"Ghostly ever-changing, blood shadows formless!"

"Long Beibei, you can’t beat me!"

Two Swords had struck Long Beibei, leaving her gravely injured, a mess all over, blood at her lips, face pale as she fell to the ground.

At this moment, Long Yu, shrouded in blood light and blood mist, appeared in front of Long Beibei, overlooking her as he spoke.

Seeing Long Beibei severely injured—

Zhao Yue asked, "And now? Long Beibei has already been heavily injured by two of Long Yu’s Swords. Your odds now? How much?"

Lin Bai looked seriously at Zhao Yue and said, "One hundred percent!"