Free Web NovelChapter 337: Sword Spirit Helps Wanru
Hearing Wang Yufan’s words, the Sword Spirit also fell silent for a moment, but that did not affect her decision to save someone.
The Sword Spirit said nothing; her spirit body slowly disappeared from the Feng Ling Sword.
Wanru, who was currently carving the summoning pattern, was still using her last bit of strength to summon. If she didn’t succeed, her cultivation would very likely be destroyed by this Drought Demon.
As she pondered, a white light slowly appeared within the pattern, gradually crossing the spatial barrier to arrive.
"It’s out! I didn’t expect Wanru to actually summon the Sword Spirit," said the old woman surnamed Li from the Ice Moon Sect.
"Yes, but why do I feel like it was so fast this time?" the old woman surnamed Wang said, looking towards Wang Yufan. The sword in Wang Yufan’s hand was very likely the accessory once used by their Ice Moon Sect’s Prime Ancestors. As for why the Sword Spirit came so quickly, it was because Wang Yufan was here; the Sword Spirit could directly emerge and enter the pattern. With this thought, the old woman surnamed Wang seemed to understand a great deal.
For Wanru, the light within the pattern was very familiar, and it came from that annoying person. How could this be? Wanru couldn’t understand it for a moment, but she could no longer control herself. As soon as a trace of the pattern appeared, her subsequent actions became even more fluid.
Outsiders felt a fierce sword intent emerging from within the pattern.
The one who arrived was precisely the Sword Spirit. It entered the void and then entered Wanru’s summoning pattern.
In everyone’s eyes, the electric light slowly and continuously transformed, finally forming a giant sword shadow. This sword seemed capable of piercing through heaven and earth, its power unimaginable.
"Since the Sword Spirit has arrived, enter my Frost Sword and lend me your strength!" Wanru shouted loudly.
Following her shout, the Sword Spirit trembled all over, then transformed into wisps of white light and attached itself to the Frost Sword.
At this moment, the Frost Sword seemed to gain sentience, directly leaving Wanru’s palm.
The Drought Demon’s entire power was slightly resisted by this surge of power from Wanru. Seeing this, the Drought Demon laughed, "Good, this is more interesting! Although what you summoned is not weak, you are still no match for me. Therefore, you cannot block this attack." After speaking, the Drought Demon directly slashed out with a sword.
Just as the Drought Demon slashed out, the entire space seemed on the verge of being shattered by this power.
The few individuals responsible for reinforcing the barrier of the current arena quickly cast their spells, completing the barrier. They could not allow the battle between these two to affect everyone else.
And as for Wanru’s Frost Sword, after leaving Wanru’s palm, it spun continuously in the heavens and earth. Glistening snowflakes fell from the sky, slowly forming a graceful figure about ten zhang tall. That’s right, this graceful figure was none other than the Ice Moon Yuanzu, the ancestor of the Ice Moon Sect.
Seeing this scene, the disciples of the Ice Moon Sect were filled with reverence.
"Is this our Ice Moon Yuanzu? She’s so beautiful!"
"Yes, if Ice Moon Yuanzu were still here, our Ice Moon Sect wouldn’t be like this now."
The Ice Moon Sect disciples thought to themselves, each with different thoughts.
As the graceful figure formed, her eyes slowly opened, her gaze cold and full of majesty.
Looking at the sword light slashed out by the Drought Demon, Ice Moon Yuanzu slowly raised her right hand. However, this right hand once held the Feng Ling Sword, but now held the Frost Sword. Yet, with the presence of the Sword Spirit, the Frost Sword had now become the Feng Ling Sword.
"Frost Sword Art, First Form," the giant figure of Ice Moon said.
As her words fell, she carved a five-pointed pattern with the Frost Sword in her hand, and it directly collided with the Drought Demon’s attack.
"Primordial Ancestor Realm? But you are still not my opponent. Although you are a Prime Ancestors, you are merely a manifested afterimage now. This cannot threaten me." After speaking, the Drought Demon slashed out a few more times.
Watching the sword light that the Drought Demon slashed out again, the figure of Ice Moon Yuanzu also continuously transformed. She once again slashed out several swords using the Frost Sword Art.
Undoubtedly, although the power of the Frost Sword Art was strong, it was, after all, only unleashed by a remnant thought of Ice Moon Yuanzu. After three rounds, the figure condensed from snowflakes slowly began to fade. Seeing this scene, the Drought Demon’s eyes under his bamboo hat changed for a moment, then he said to Wanru, who was not far away, "Next is my strongest move." After speaking, the Shark Tooth in the Drought Demon’s hand transformed into dozens of illusory swords, then spun like a top, attacking Wanru.
And in Wanru’s mind, the voice of the Sword Spirit also came.
"Quickly give me a portion of your strength, otherwise I cannot block this move." Hearing the urgency of the situation, Wanru did not hesitate. She gathered her strength into a small ball of light and directly pointed it in the direction of the Frost Sword. And after receiving this surge of power from Wanru, the figure of Ice Moon Yuanzu also solidified slightly, but the Drought Demon, who was five realms higher than her, was even stronger.
"Frost Sword Art, Eighth Form," Ice Moon Yuanzu’s ethereal figure shouted. The wave of air directly transformed into a sword. And the Frost Sword in her hand also disappeared in an instant, and the next moment, it overlapped with the sword that had just formed. She thrust out a single sword. A giant Ice Dragon directly formed, roaring and charging towards the Drought Demon. Finally, after a "boom" of an explosion, it directly met the Drought Demon’s sword art, and Ice Moon Yuanzu’s figure lasted for about ten breaths before it shattered and collapsed.
The Frost Sword also scattered to the side. For Wanru at this moment, it was the most critical juncture, because the Drought Demon’s previous attack had not been completely blocked by the Frost Sword; instead, after breaking through that attack, it directly rushed towards her. Wanru knew very well that she definitely could not block such power. Then she began to form hand seals, condensing a thick protective barrier in front of her, hoping to endure.
As the Drought Demon’s attack arrived, the barrier protecting Wanru also shattered directly. Wanru was sent flying by that powerful and domineering force, and she immediately spat out a large mouthful of blood, which stained her face mask, making her appear utterly miserable.
Looking at Wanru, who was sent flying, the Drought Demon had a new idea. In the next second, his figure directly disappeared from its original spot.
