Nine Realms Sword Emperor
Chapter 641 - 642: Barehanded Sword Breaking

Chapter 641: Chapter 642: Barehanded Sword Breaking

Above the sky.

A blade of Sword Light suddenly cut through space and in an instant, it closed in on Chu Fengmian.

This Sword Light was incomparably sharp, seeming to want to directly sever everything in front of it.

This blade of Sword Light nearly instantly arrived in front of Chu Fengmian.

Chu Fengmian stood still, seemingly a bit slow to react, still somewhat stunned.

Seeing this scene, Sikong Hong sneered inwardly. His blade of Sword Light made those geniuses who had faced great life-and-death calamities unable to withstand it.

Not to mention when he exerted his full power against a Martial Artist at the Divine Power realm.

He had already seen the next moment, where Chu Fengmian was powerless to counter, being directly annihilated by this blade of Sword Light.

At such a speed, even Han Yue Li wanted to save him, it would be impossible.

"Trivial trick."

At the moment when the Sword Light was just a straight distance away from Chu Fengmian, Chu Fengmian then indifferently uttered four words.

Suddenly, Chu Fengmian made a great sweep with his hand, and with a fierce grab, the blade of Sword Light was directly caught in his hand.

The sharp Sword Light continuously cut at Chu Fengmian’s hand, but there wasn’t a single scratch on Chu Fengmian’s hand, as if the Sword Light couldn’t injure him at all.

"Bang!"

With a forceful squeeze of Chu Fengmian’s hand, the blade of Sword Light was directly crushed into pieces.

The faces of the people around who saw this scene all became astonished, seemingly disbelieving how strong Chu Fengmian had become.

Especially Elder Bing Li, who looked as if she had seen a ghost. She had guessed Chu Fengmian’s strength, but she did not expect that Chu Fengmian was capable of doing this.

Catching the Sword Light of a Sword Cultivator with his bare hands.

This act was simply insanity to the extreme.

Moreover, this Sikong Hong wasn’t just any ordinary Sword Cultivator, but a true genius, a figure on the list of Hundred Absolutes, and now his Sword Light was directly caught by Chu Fengmian.

"Hmm?"

Sikong Hong’s face also stiffened, a flicker of surprise crossing his eyes, but his expression remained as calm as ever.

"What a strong physical body to be able to catch my sword. It seems your physical body has indeed reached an incredible level!"

"But with just this physical body, it is still totally insufficient to contend with me! No matter how strong your body is, I don’t believe it can outmatch my sword!"

Sikong Hong’s mind moved, and the sword in his palm disappeared.

In its place, another sword suddenly appeared in his hand.

The power emanating from this sword was completely different from before.

The sword previously in Sikong Hong’s hand could only be considered an ordinary Earth-grade Spiritual Artifact, but now, the sword in his hand was emitting the aura of a Heavenly-grade Spiritual Artifact.

The moment this Spirit Sword was drawn, its sharp Sword Edge seemed to want to directly kill Chu Fengmian, slicing him into pieces.

"Sikong Daluo Sword! This is the Sikong family’s treasure!"

Elder Bing Li saw this sword and couldn’t help but exclaim in shock.

"How could this sword be in your hands!"

The Sikong Daluo Sword was indeed a heavenly Spiritual Artifact, and in a life-or-death battle, it could play a decisive role.

With Sikong Hong’s strength already surpassing Chu Fengmian, now coupled with this Sikong Daluo Sword, Chu Fengmian had no chance whatsoever of defeating Sikong Hong.

Sikong Jingsheng’s lips curled into a cold smirk as he said,

"Elder Bing Li, there’s no need to overreact. The Sikong Daluo Sword has always been controlled by the head of our Sikong family. Now that my grandson has been appointed as the next head of the Sikong family, it’s quite normal for him to wield this sword."

As for this battle, Sikong Jingsheng was immensely confident. He didn’t believe that Chu Fengmian, a man who hadn’t even made it to the Northern Domain’s list of hundred exceptional Martial Artists, could compete with Sikong Hong.

In his view, Chu Fengmian was bound to lose within less than three moves, and it was even likely that he would be killed outright.

"Kid, do you really think you can contend with me relying solely on your physical strength? Now I really want to see whether your body is tougher or my sword sharper!" Sikong Hong looked at Chu Fengmian, sneering repeatedly.

"Kneel down and surrender now, and I can spare your life and let you leave."

Sikong Hong said this to Chu Fengmian, his tone as if he was bestowing charity.

Now with the Sikong Daluo Sword in hand, Sikong Hong felt he had completely subdued Chu Fengmian. No matter how strong a person’s physique, it couldn’t possibly compete with a heavenly Spiritual Artifact.

At this moment, in his eyes, Chu Fengmian was just an ant he could play with however he wished.

But before he could finish, a sneer appeared on Chu Fengmian’s face.

"This is a good sword, but the person using it is useless. The sword has no purpose in your hands. Give it to me!"

Chu Fengmian scoffed, and suddenly reached out to grab the sword in Sikong Hong’s hand.

"Trying to take my sword? Court death!" Sikong Hong bellowed, his sword striking down in an instant.

That strike alone could split into a thousand streams of Sword Qi, all slashing towards Chu Fengmian.

With one thousand Sword Waves, Sikong Hong’s swordsmanship was considered quite impressive in the Northern Domain among peers, and he might well become a formidable Sword Dao Grandmaster in the future.

Unfortunately, now Sikong Hong had crossed Chu Fengmian, his future seemed non-existent.

Although Sikong Hong’s swordsmanship was commendable, it seemed full of flaws to Chu Fengmian.

"Dragon!"

Chu Fengmian’s right hand suddenly condensed Dragon Blood, transforming into a massive dragon claw.

The five fingers of the dragon claw each condensed a burst of Sword Qi and grabbed at the air.

The thousand streams of Sword Qi in the sky shattered layer by layer under this grasp, leaving none intact.

This Sword Qi, so easily broken by Chu Fengmian.

Sikong Hong, holding a heavenly Spiritual Artifact and concentrating Sword Intent into his strike, saw it all dissipate under Chu Fengmian’s grasp.

"What? My swordsmanship can be broken? How is this possible!"

Sikong Hong’s face suddenly changed, losing his former composure, and a trace of pallor appeared.

His swordsmanship and his sword were nearly invincible among peers, but now they were so easily disrupted by Chu Fengmian. Moreover, Chu Fengmian hadn’t used brute force but had directly found the flaws in his swordsmanship and utterly defeated it.

In terms of swordsmanship, Sikong Hong had indeed lost.

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