Women Only Slow My Sword Draw, Except Beautiful Sword Spirits!

Women Only Slow My Sword Draw, Except Beautiful Sword Spirits! An Extra Chapter for Sword Falls into the Mortal World

"Sword, come!"

Long Fan had long since comprehended a trace of the Starry Sky Sword Intent inherited from Yang Haoyu.

This time, he directly absorbed the Power of the Stars within this strange space.

Using his hands as swords, starlight bloomed from both arms.

He held both palms upright, resembling sword blades.

Condensing Spirit into Weapon was the ability to condense spiritual power into weapons.

Only those whose cultivation had reached the fifth tier could accomplish it.

Thus, Long Fan, currently only a Half-Step Grand Knight, could barely project his spiritual power outward and use his arms as a framework to roughly shape a sword.

Female Long Fan, meanwhile, spread her hands apart at her sides.

Two somewhat slender crimson longswords appeared in her grasp. This was clearly the technique of Condensing Spirit into Weapon.

She charged forward with swords in hand, hurtling toward Long Fan.

Long Fan instinctively used the strongest defense he could currently perform.

"Ascension Array, rise!"

A layer of golden light abruptly rose.

The pale golden barrier forcibly withstood the crimson streak's attack.

Pfft—

Yet the immense impact still sent Long Fan staggering several steps back.

Female Long Fan launched Lightning Thrust with both crimson greatswords at once.

Like rain hammering against plantain leaves, they relentlessly battered the golden barrier.

In only a few seconds,

the golden barrier shattered with a boom.

The crimson streak darted forward and pounced straight at Long Fan.

However, the brief respite provided by the barrier gave Long Fan time to react.

He swung his arms and began gathering his offensive power.

Facing the crimson streak's Thrust, Long Fan turned both hands into swords.

He broke sword with sword.

Bang!

Without using any skills, the Power of the Stars covering his hands blocked every one of the opponent's thrusts.

Seeing this, the crimson streak immediately switched to the more powerful Lightning Thrust.

Its speed suddenly surged, and the shriek of swords pierced the air.

Countless crimson sword shadows poured down like spilled mercury, enveloping Long Fan.

At that moment, Long Fan felt as if he had returned to the Owl Ant Cave where it had all begun.

Yet he kept his mind firmly calm throughout.

His arms became swords, sweeping up and down.

No matter how swift the opponent's attacks were, he blocked every single one.

The skill Attribute Points practically never stopped coming.

They flooded into his account with a constant series of beeps.

Long Fan knew that the crimson streak before him was one of the Dual Sword Spirits.

However, its aggression and vigilance far surpassed those of the blue sword spirit.

Long Fan tried giving it some Deep Blue to increase their affinity.

But he found that it did not seem willing to stop so easily.

It seemed he would need to spend some time conquering it.

Although Long Fan had not used any skills, his spiritual power was still rapidly depleting.

If this continued, he would gradually fall into a disadvantage.

Long Fan remained calm and began analyzing the battle.

As he resisted the crimson streak's storm-like assault, he carefully observed its rhythm.

He discovered that the crimson streak's color seemed much dimmer than before.

With each attack, its body dimmed a little further.

When it first launched Lightning Thrust, its power had clearly been at its peak.

But the later it went on, the more its attack power declined.

This crimson streak should have been his replica, with spiritual power roughly equal to his own.

Could it be that as his spiritual power decreased, its spiritual power would decrease along with it?

With that thought,

Long Fan realized things were not so simple.

If that was the case,

then he only needed to defend!

In that instant, he split his attention in two.

Long Fan wielded both arms at once, applying the Pure White Blade buff to his hands.

Silvery-white light appeared on his arms almost instantly.

But Long Fan did not rashly attack.

Instead, he cast another Ascension Array.

By then, the spiritual power in his body was nearly exhausted.

Suddenly, the crimson streak shot into the air.

It launched Lightning Thrust!

But at that moment, Long Fan smiled.

Because the spirit weapons in its hands were gradually turning illusory, clearly unable to sustain themselves due to a lack of spiritual power.

Lightning Thrust landed on the Ascension Array but failed to pierce through it.

Instead, the crimson streak was sent flying back.

At that moment, Long Fan moved.

His body flashed as both arms smashed viciously into the crimson streak.

Bang! Bang!

Though he had almost no spiritual power left to enhance his attacks,

Long Fan's powerful body collided fiercely with the opponent.

In an instant, the crimson figure scattered.

Long Fan steadied himself, the corners of his mouth lifting slightly.

He had won!

This crimson streak had copied his skills and spiritual power.

Its skills were nearly identical, but its spiritual power adjusted according to changes in his own.

But what if he had no spiritual power left?

What could the crimson streak rely on to attack?

He only needed to establish his defenses beforehand, then strike back and finish it off.

Clearly,

Long Fan had guessed correctly.

The crimson streak transformed into countless red motes of light and scattered in every direction.

All the light vanished, and everything returned to darkness.

Against the dim starry backdrop, only Long Fan's faint breathing could be heard.

Suddenly,

two clusters of light flared before him.

As red and blue radiance intertwined,

everything around him gradually became clear once more.

Directly before Long Fan was a small circular platform.

The light rose from its center.

There, floating above the platform, were the two Starry Sky Swords.

Their blades pointed downward, their hilts upward.

This time, however, all their veils and disguises had been removed.

There was nothing concealed.

Like peerless fairy maidens stripped of every covering, they were displayed before him in all their glory.

The swords' complete forms and curves were laid bare.

The two were nearly symmetrical in design.

They were not entirely blue or entirely red, but interwoven in red and blue.

The blades were around three feet six inches long, while the distance from guard to pommel was approximately one foot two inches.

Compared to traditional knightly greatswords, the Starry Sky Twin Swords, totaling four feet eight inches in length, were slightly smaller.

The blades were a restrained blue, but their color changed at the guards.

They were no longer blue, but a deep, rich crimson.

The guards were broad and thick, carved in the shape of dragon heads.

The blue blades appeared as though they had been spewed from the dragons' mouths.

The hilts extending downward formed the dragons' bodies.

Soft crimson halos rippled across the dark red hilts.

At the center of each guard was an oval moon-blue gemstone.

Along the sword spines were numerous fine, mysterious inscriptions.

Together, these inscriptions formed strange six-pointed stars that converged at the guards.

The dragon tails at the ends of the hilts split into three finger-length prongs, appearing exceptionally sharp.

Where the prongs joined, a scarlet gemstone was embedded on each side.

The moment Long Fan saw the complete pair of swords, his eyes went wide.

The Starry Sky Swords before him were simply too dazzling.

Placed beside any other weapons or equipment, they would stand out as brilliantly as stars.

As he slowly approached, he sensed the auras of the blue and red sword spirits appear once more.

Only now, both were much gentler than before.

Especially the one primarily rippling with blue light—it seemed to draw Long Fan toward it step by step.

They were too beautiful.

Flawless.

They truly were too beautiful.

More importantly, Long Fan seemed to sense the Starry Sky Twin Swords breathing.

As though they possessed life.

Rather than being lifeless weapons.

Deep Blue, add points!

Favor was spread evenly.

The Starry Sky Twin Swords both received the nourishment of Deep Blue Long Fan.

Suddenly,

"Eep~" x2

Two sweet, crisp little cries reached Long Fan's ears.

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