Chapter 1: Unsheathing the Sword · Life-and-Death Struggle

Yet Xu Yiyang lay helplessly on the ground, the surface stained red with blood. But no one knew that he was undergoing a strange transformation at that moment

The pool of blood gathered beneath him was gradually diminishing, as if something were siphoning it away... An invisible radiance circled around Xu Yiyang.

"Not good, I was careless!" Zhao Buqun suddenly tilted his head back, drew his sword in a swift motion, and simultaneously retreated quickly.

A flash of blood light suddenly appeared

As Zhao Buqun's throat erupted in a spray of blood, Xu Yiyang let out a maniacal laugh. At this moment, he had a deep wound in his abdomen, and the unleashed sword energy had undoubtedly opened numerous gashes on his body and shattered countless bones.

Seeing the bloodstains at the corner of Xue'er’s mouth, an uncontrollable rage instantly ignited within Xu Yiyang's heart. His eyes turned blood red, the muscles in his face twitched, and his expression appeared twisted and ferocious

Xu Yiyang shook his head and did not dwell on it further, as a voice in his heart cried out: "Zhao Buqun has harmed Xue'er, he actually harmed Xue'er!"

Blade and Soul Continent, Holy Sword Sect

He didn't even dodge

No one noticed this anomaly

What? Not good

Every sword cultivator can absorb the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, generating a sword chamber within their body. Through this, they can transform it into sword qi and even cultivate their own exclusive sword artifacts

Sword light, shining and books

The shout of "Draw the sword..." grew louder and more urgent in Xu Yiyang's mind

Ye Xue'er was a baby found by Xu Yiyang by the roadside during his childhood. Although their current statuses are worlds apart—he is an inner sect disciple who has been in the sect for two years with no progress in his cultivation; she is a direct disciple personally taught by the Sword Master Elder, the brightest genius in the sect! However, the bond of brother and sister between these two orphans, who have relied on each other for many years, has not weakened in the slightest.

"Xue'er?" Xu Yiyang exclaimed in surprise and hurriedly asked, "What happened to her?"

At that moment, Xu Yiyang's body fell weakly to the ground

Zhao Buqun let out a faint sigh. He swiftly turned his wrist, and the tip of his sword lunged forward, aiming directly at Xu Yiyang's abdomen, intending to force him to retreat or dodge to the side

Zhao Buqun and Ye Xue'er are both at the pinnacle level of swordsmen, while Xu Yiyang is still lingering at the level of a sword apprentice

The swift sword, resembling the fangs of a venomous snake, suddenly shot forth! Xu Yiyang pressed his body close to his opponent, skillfully restraining Zhao Buqun's Bone-Cutting Sword, and then fiercely slashed with the swift sword in his hand. The target was unmistakably Zhao Buqun's throat

Xu Yiyang, drenched in blood, threw his head back and let out a chilling laugh akin to that of a wounded beast

The sword blade, as thin as a cicada's wing, is as smooth as a mirror, devoid of any patterns, appearing almost transparent as seen in illustrations. However, upon closer inspection, one can discern countless subtle lines that, through intricate twists and turns, form a magnificent and mysterious design

"Xue'er!" Xu Yiyang rushed over in a flurry, taking two steps for every three he normally would. "Calm down, don't be impulsive, I..."

He simply charged forward, the Bone-Cutting Sword piercing through instantly. In that split second, Xu Yiyang twisted his body and growled, "I won't let you bully Xue'er, die!"

No! Xu Yiyang's breathing was rapid, and his eyes were bloodshot. You may mock me, you may despise me, but I will not allow the ones I love to be harmed! Absolutely not!

At this moment, he suddenly noticed that Xue'er looked pale and was on the verge of collapse, with a trace of crimson at the corner of her mouth—she had actually sustained serious injuries

The strange syllables emitted by this abrupt shout were incomprehensible to everyone present. However, in an instant, accompanied by a resounding dragon's roar, a flash of brilliance appeared out of nowhere. ... When they looked again, a swift sword had materialized in Xu Yiyang's hand ... ! ... A quick sword !

However, Xu Yiyang did not stop. The excruciating pain that pierced through his abdomen did not even cause his steps to slow down by half a beat

"This little girl lacks some discipline." Zhao Buqun said lightly, feigning superiority, "And you, worthless one, should not be here."

Mysteriously, a strange voice echoed in his mind at https://m.hetushucom.com. Although Xu Yiyang could not understand it, he clearly knew what it meant—draw the sword

Brother ... ... "Ye Xue'er gazed vacantly, turning to look at Xu Yiyang, her lips curling into a forced smile, and then ... ! ... unexpectedly began to slowly collapse !

At the moment when Xu Yiyang was lost in thought, his junior brother, who had just joined the Sacred Sword Sect, burst through the door and exclaimed: "Xu Shixiong, something bad has happened! Senior Sister Xue'er..."

Xu Yiyang's sword ultimately failed to kill Zhao Buqun, merely slicing through flesh. However, Zhao Buqun was drenched in cold sweat.

When Xu Yiyang ran to the dining hall, he indeed saw a large crowd standing at the entrance. In the middle, a little girl holding a sword stood out remarkably.

Zhao Buqun sensed that things were becoming somewhat troublesome... He furrowed his brow, and the Bone-Cutting Sword in his hand instantly plunged into Xu Yiyang's lower abdomen

A chill passes over the skin at the throat

However, Zhao Buqun's expression quickly changed. This was because Xu Yiyang actually did not change his move!

Draw the sword

Along the way, Xu Yiyang inquired about the events from his junior disciple. It turned out that the inner sect disciple Xue Hu had spoken indiscreetly, not only mocking Xu Yiyang as useless but also insulting Ye Xueer. He claimed that she must have shamelessly flattered the elders of the sect to allow Xu Yiyang to enter the inner sect. Unfortunately, these words were overheard by Ye Xueer, who was about to teach Xue Hu a lesson when she was obstructed by Zhao Buqun, the senior disciple of the inner sect. The two of them soon got into a fight over a disagreement.

Xu Yiyang gazed at the sword in his hand, momentarily lost in thought, unable to comprehend how he had suddenly gained the ability to summon a weapon. If he had been able to draw the sword so freely in the past, why had he endured and suppressed his true nature for the sake of his dreams of cultivation and to avoid separation from his sister?

Only by reaching the level of a swordsman can one truly cultivate a personal sword within their body

That sword, if it were to penetrate just a little deeper, would sever his trachea and artery. Yet what lay before everyone's eyes at this moment was a gaping, gruesome wound

"Why do I put in more effort than anyone else, yet still cannot cultivate sword energy? Why?" Xu Yiyang, filled with resentment, shouted frantically in his heart

It is no wonder that everyone is so astonished—on this Sword Spirit Continent, the path of cultivation is pursued through sword mastery, and strength is divided into five levels: Sword Apprentice, Sword Practitioner, Sword Hero, Sword Master, and Sword Saint. Each level is further divided into three stages: Initial Insight, Perception, and Pinnacle.

As Zhao Buqun was filled with uncertainty, the opponent had already launched an attack

Charging straight ahead, Xu Yiyang's eyes were blood-red, flashing with a mad light

The fellow disciples occasionally glanced at the contemplative Zhao Buqun and then at Xu Yiyang, creating a somewhat eerie atmosphere

Xu Yiyang, however, disregarded everything and continued to charge forward with the sword in hand, determinedly facing the image and the book

Strangely compelled, he uttered two peculiar syllables, precisely the voice that echoed in his mind

This ...? ... This kid is clearly useless, how could he suddenly summon a sword? Isn't this something only a swordsman can do?

Sigh... It has been two full years since I entered the sect, yet I am still unable to break through to the Sword Apprentice level. Why!

He would rather die himself than hesitate to kill me

Zhao Buqun was momentarily struck by a sense of bewilderment

Early in the morning, in a side room of the inner disciples, Xu Yiyang, who was sitting cross-legged, opened his eyes. This sixteen-year-old youth, with a face like jade and red lips and white teeth, let out a bitter sigh

From a distance, seeing Ye Xue'er wielding the heavy sword, Xu Yiyang felt a mix of helplessness and a hint of anxiety

What troubled him even more was that, due to his continuous lack of progress, he was gradually regarded by his peers as a waste of talent, leading to instances of exclusion and ridicule occurring frequently recently

Everyone's attention was focused on Zhao Buqun—he remained expressionless, reaching out to stroke his own neck. As the sword energy permeated, the blood quickly ceased to flow.

Xue'er

She got into a fight with someone in the dining hall

This scene left all the fellow disciples stunned

In Xu Yiyang's eyes, there is only Zhao Buqun's throat

Xu Yiyang glanced around, his cold gaze landing on the handsome young man holding a bone sword: "Zhao Buqun, were you the one who injured her?"