Chapter 188: Drawing the Sword and Counterattacking! The Desperate Outburst of the Cowardly Sword Spirit!

"Sword Spirit! Draw the sword for me!"

"If you fucking dare play dead again, I will die right here with you today!"

The roar emitted by Gu Lan in the mind was like thunder from the Nine Heavens, exploding directly inside the body of the soul-devouring sword.

The Soul-Devouring Sword Spirit, which had originally shrunk tightly in the deepest part of the "original-flavored scabbard" and dared not leak even a shred of aura, was practically going crazy at this moment.

Of course it recognized that shriveled skeleton outside!

A thousand years ago, it was this madman known as the Bone Sword Immortal who held the taie sword and chased its previous old master for three days and three nights. Not only did he hack the old master until the Divine Soul of the old master was utterly destroyed, but even it, a peerless ominous weapon, was forcefully cracked with several fissures, leaving behind an indelible psychological shadow.

Go out now? Is that not seeking death?!

However, if it did not go out…

It felt the Green Lotus Core Flame and Red Lotus Karmic Fire running wildly amok inside the body of Gu Lan.

Those two terrifyingly yang and rigid flames had already burned along the palm of Gu Lan to the edge of the scabbard.

[Ahhhhh! Fight it out!]

[Old madman! This lord will fight you to the death!]

Between being burned to ashes by the strange fire and being chopped into scrap iron by the Bone Sword Immortal, the Soul-Devouring Sword Spirit burst out with an extremely grief-stricken and indignant roar.

"Zheng——!!!"

An unprecedentedly shrill sword hum suddenly exploded at the bottom of the dark abyss.

The right hand of Gu Lan suddenly pulled outward.

This time, there was no obstruction at all.

A soul-devouring demon sword, pitch-black throughout and flowing with an eerie purple radiance, roared out of its scabbard like an enraged abyss behemoth!

The moment it left the scabbard, the demonic eye on the hilt of the soul-devouring sword suddenly opened, blasting out blinding blood-red light. A purplish-black Devilish Qi, so dense it almost materialized, rushed into the sky like a volcanic eruption.

"Clang——!!!"

Sparks splashed everywhere, and air waves rolled.

The sure-to-succeed skeletal claws of the Bone Sword Immortal, sufficient to crush refined steel, fiercely gripped the blade of the newly unholstered soul-devouring sword.

Two extremely evil yet completely different forces crazily slaughtered each other in mid-air.

The grayish-white Death Qi of the Bone Sword Immortal and the purplish-black Devilish Qi of the soul-devouring sword devoured each other, making a teeth-aching sizzling sound.

"Such tyrannical Sword Qi!"

Gu Lan only felt the right hand holding the sword sink abruptly, as if a ten-thousand-zhang high mountain was pressing down along the sword body.

The scrap iron ground beneath the feet collapsed instantly, and the whole body was pressed by this terrifying immense force to kneel on one knee, the knee smashing heavily onto the ground and creating a deep pit.

But he gritted his teeth tightly, not only refusing to retreat, but instead driving the True Essence within the body to the extreme.

"Get… lost!"

Gu Lan shouted angrily, the left hand suddenly vibrating.

"Boom!"

The cyan and red dual-colored strange fire clinging to the wound on the left hand instantly spread along the arm to the whole body, finally converging on the body of the soul-devouring sword.

Devilish Qi and the strange fire actually produced an extremely bizarre Fusion at this moment.

A violent high temperature erupted instantly, burning straight up along the skeletal claws of the Bone Sword Immortal!

"Hmm?"

In the hollow eye sockets of the Bone Sword Immortal, the red light flickered violently.

Seeming to feel the Soul-burning pain of the strange fire, the shriveled lower jawbone let out a cold hum, and the skeletal claws gripping the blade shook violently, borrowing force to float back several zhang.

"Hoo…"

With the pressure suddenly decreasing, Gu Lan let out a long breath of foul air, the whole body soaked in cold sweat as if just fished out of the water.

Without the slightest pause, taking advantage of the gap of the Bone Sword Immortal retreating, an arm wrapped around the slender waist of Jiang Wanqing, executing Shadowless Demonic Trace, and retreating like lightning for dozens of zhang, landing steadily beside Hongxiu and Lanyu, who had collapsed heavily injured.

"Junior Brother…"

Jiang Wanqing leaned against the chest of Gu Lan, watching the bloody left hand with wounds visible to the bone, tears streaming from the eyes.

"Why must you suffer this… to save me, you crippled a hand…"

"Senior Sister, now is not the time to cry."

Gu Lan let her go, the tone cold and hard without a shred of temperature, but the eyes stared fixedly at the Bone Sword Immortal ahead.

The bloody and mangled left hand was glanced at without even frowning.

"Green Lotus Core Flame, seal!"

A wisp of cyan flame covered the wound on the left hand.

With a few sizzling sounds, the high temperature directly charred and sealed the ruptured blood vessels and skin, forcefully stopping the bleeding and paralyzing the pain.

This near-self-mutilating method of healing made the several women behind feel their scalps go numb and their hearts twist like knives.

"Senior Sister Hongxiu, how are the injuries of Lanyu?" Gu Lan asked without turning the head.

"She will not die."

Holding the broken shoulder, Hongxiu struggled to crawl up from the pile of scrap iron, the complexion pale as paper.

A top-grade healing Medicinal Pill was stuffed into the mouth of the unconscious Lanyu, looking fearfully at the skeleton in the distance.

"Junior Brother, what on earth is this old monster? The sword in the hand… is clearly the taie sword, why did it become like that?"

"He is called the Bone Sword Immortal."

The soul-devouring sword was gripped tightly, the purple demonic light reflecting off the stern profile.

"An old monster trapped at the bottom of the abyss for a thousand years who has gone completely insane. The righteous aura of the taie sword has been forcefully polluted by the millennium-long Death Qi and resentment on the body."

"Old monster?"

The Bone Sword Immortal in the distance seemed to have heard the words of Gu Lan, letting out a hoarse laugh like a broken bellows being pulled.

"Hehehe… A thousand years, and there are actually still people who remember the moniker of the old man."

Hovering in mid-air, the polluted grayish-white taie sword pointed obliquely at the ground, the eight black iron chains wrapped around the body making a clattering sound in the gloomy wind.

Those eyes like red lanterns stared greedily at the soul-devouring sword in the hand of Gu Lan.

"soul-devouring demon sword… Back then, this old man smashed the Divine Soul of that trash to pieces, but this sword took advantage of the chaos and escaped."

"I did not expect that today it would actually deliver itself to the doorstep, and even acknowledge a brash youngster as its master."

The Bone Sword Immortal slowly raised the Taie bone sword in the hand, the tip pointing directly at Gu Lan.

"Kid, your Physical Body is very strong, and the flames inside the body are also very special."

"Hand over that sword, and offer your Physical Body to this old man, and this old man can consider… letting the few of you die more painlessly."

The tone was filled with a condescending charity, as if stating an unalterable fact.

In front of absolute strength, all resistance was futile.

[Bigshot! He is bragging!]

The Soul-Devouring Sword Spirit babbled frantically in the mind of Gu Lan.

[This old bastard has been locked by the Nine Nether Soul-Locking Chains for a thousand years, and his cultivation has long since declined by eight or nine-tenths! He is at most in the False Nascent Soul Realm now!]

[If he really had his prime-time strength just now, that hand of yours would have been gone along with half your body!]

"Shut up, I know."

Gu Lan replied coldly in the heart.

Of course it was known that the Bone Sword Immortal was not in the prime state, otherwise that sword strike just now could not have been received at all.

But even a False Nascent Soul that had dropped in Realm and was chained by iron chains was definitely not something that could be easily contended against right now. The chasm in Realms was like a natural moat.

"Want my sword? Want my Physical Body?"

Gu Lan suddenly laughed, laughing uninhibitedly and arrogantly.

Stepping forward, Jiang Wanqing and the others were blocked tightly behind, holding the soul-devouring sword horizontally with the tip pointing far towards the Bone Sword Immortal.

"Old bones, have you stayed underground for too long, did your brain get flooded with water?"

"Just relying on this calcium-deficient skeleton of yours, you still want to seize my body?"

"Why do you not take a piss and look at yourself in the mirror, do you deserve it?!"

As soon as the voice fell, the entire audience was shocked.

Jiang Wanqing and Hongxiu both widened their eyes, looking in disbelief at the back of Gu Lan.

At a time like this, not only not running, but instead starting to crazily mock and provoke the opponent?!

"Arrogant!"

The Bone Sword Immortal was completely infuriated.

For a thousand years, when had such humiliation ever been suffered? Even those Righteous Path Soul Transformation Stage mighty figures who besieged him back then treated him with three parts of fear. Now an ant who had not even truly formed a Golden Core (the fluctuating aura was not seen through as already having formed a Purple Extreme Golden Core, only taken as a Half-step Golden Core) actually dared to point at the nose and scold him for lacking calcium?!

"Since you are in a rush to seek death, this old man will grant your wish!"

"Boom!"

The figure of the Bone Sword Immortal instantly disappeared in place, the eight iron chains being pulled straight.

The speed was so fast that it even left a grayish-white afterimage in the air.

"So fast!"

The pupils of Gu Lan shrank abruptly.

The Divine Sense could actually only barely capture a trace of the movement trajectory of the opponent.

"Burning Heaven Sword Art Second Form — — Prairie Fire!"

Without any hesitation, the Purple Extreme Golden Core inside the body spun wildly, True Essence pouring out like a tsunami.

The soul-devouring sword in the hand instantly transformed into sword shadows filling the sky. Every single sword shadow was attached with cyan and red dual-colored fierce flames, interweaving in front into an airtight flame sword net.

"Dang dang dang dang dang—!!!"

The next second.

The grayish-white Taie bone sword smashed down onto the flame sword net like a violent storm.

The ear-piercing metallic clashing sounds merged into one, with sparks splashing everywhere.

Every single collision made the feeling as if a heavy hammer was smashing fiercely against the chest. The terrifying coercion and Death Qi belonging to a superior constantly eroded the Meridians along the sword body.

"Puff!"

After exchanging just over a dozen rounds, a mouthful of fresh blood could not be helped from being spit out, the feet plowing two deep trenches on the hard scrap iron ground, and being forcefully forced back more than ten steps.

"Junior Brother!"

Jiang Wanqing watched until the eyes split open in anger, wanting to rush up to help, but there was not a shred of spiritual power in the body, making even standing steady difficult.

"Don't come over!"

Gu Lan roared without turning the head, fresh blood hanging from the corner of the mouth, but the eyes grew increasingly crazy.

"Old dog, is that all the strength you have? Did you not eat or did you not eat bones?!"

The fishy sweetness in the throat was forcefully swallowed, the demonic sword in the hand was waved once again, and the initiative was actually taken to launch a counterattack!

"Shadowless Demonic Trace!"

The figure of Gu Lan instantly turned into a ball of black mist, bizarrely dodging the direct slash of the Bone Sword Immortal and appearing on the left side. The soul-devouring sword carried a shrill piercing sound, stabbing directly at the empty ribs of the Bone Sword Immortal.

"Obstinate."

The Bone Sword Immortal did not even turn the head, the skeletal claw of the left hand directly scooping downwards, pinching the spine of the soul-devouring sword with absolute precision.

"You think that relying on your meager strange fire and movement technique, you can hurt this old man?"

"When this old man was practicing swords, your ancestors were still wearing split-crotch pants!"

The Bone Sword Immortal let out a sarcastic sneer, the right hand holding the sword suddenly lifting upwards.

"Bone Sword Domain — — Myriad Swords Return to Sect!"

"Rumble—!!!"

Following the angry roar, the scrap iron sword mountain at the bottom of the entire abyss seemed to come alive.

The ground trembled violently, and tens of thousands of rusted broken swords and remnant blades, pulled by the Death Qi, burst out from the ground one after another, floating in mid-air.

The densely packed blade edges were all aimed at Gu Lan in the center.

A suffocating crisis of death instantly enveloped everyone.