The Sword Flew, the Sword Rang, the Sword Left Its Sheath

If someone could see what happened in that instant, they would discover it.

Like a pear tree branch carved from jade, it slid from Cao Ying's sleeve into her glove.

The tip of the branch grazed the middle finger of the glove, continuing forward and shattering the glove.

The deep green branches, emerald green leaves, and pure white pear blossoms were all on display.

The white of pear blossoms isn't particularly dazzling, but it's especially irritating to the eyes.

Even Cao Bokun and Guo Baozhi, who were positioned diagonally behind, felt as if that white spot had stung their eyes.

Those on the side, including Cai and Sun, felt a sharp pain in their eyes.

As soon as the pear tree branch appeared, a red dot appeared on Chu Tianshu's forehead, which he quickly tilted back.

That was a sign that the skin had been pierced through by a mysterious aura from afar, causing subcutaneous bleeding.

But at the tip of Chu Tianshu's shoe, there was a touch of blue that even the white of pear blossoms couldn't overpower, instantly catching everyone's attention.

A small corner of the pavilion's stone bricks was broken by his internal force.

The fragments of stone bricks flew up at terrifying speed, transforming into a streak of blue light that struck the pear tree branch straight down from below.

Bang!!!

Although one is jade and the other is stone, both are very light objects. When they collided, they produced a violent and heavy loud noise.

The rubble exploded into a wave of blue light the moment it collided with the object.

The pear tree branches, however, couldn't help but rise upwards.

Chu Tianshu snapped back to his original position and threw a punch.

The punch landed squarely on the brass buckle in the middle of Cao Ying's belt.

But no one would have thought that the copper buckle was harder than Chu Tianshu's fist.

This is a fist powerful enough to shatter rocks as hard as copper or iron and as large as elephants on the beach in one blow.

However, Cao Ying's left hand was at her waist. With a slight movement of her hand, the glove shattered, and a pear branch lay across her waist.

It's like holding a knife, a sword, or a token that commands all directions.

He used this pear tree branch to block Chu Tianshu's punch.

Boom!!

Waves of light, both blue and white, intertwined and burst forth, causing Cao Ying to retreat rapidly.

In an instant, his footsteps swept across the entire pavilion, crashing through the seat he had been sitting in and breaking the railing.

The entire figure retreated six or seven meters above the water's surface before it even sank.

Chu Tianshu looked up and saw his gray pupils rapidly filling in black; his previously damaged vision was recovering.

Cao Ying's right hand no longer held the pear branch; only her left hand held one horizontally.

The pear tree branches seemed ready to merge into his body at any moment, and then reappear from another part of his body.

"Drink!"

This low growl came not from anyone else, but from Cao Bokun.

He hadn't expected Cao Ying to make a move, but since Cao Ying had, he had no other choice.

One of Cao Bokun's subordinates stood outside the pavilion, with the black wooden lacquer sword with a gold phoenix painted on it at his waist.

At this moment, Cao Bokun's vision was also affected, and it was not as well recovered Chu Tianshu's.

But as soon as he reached out, the sword was already drawn.

With a low growl, the sword had already struck the ground.

Despite being temporarily half-blind, his sword strikes are still incredibly fast.

It seems to be a natural occurrence, a product of divine will.

Moreover, he was striking the ground, so none of the people present, who were already reacting and about to make their own moves, had time to stop him.

Click!!

The cracks in the ground spread out in all directions like lightning, reaching the pillars.

The top of the pavilion was also covered with dark cracks.

Subsequently, it was as if a dozen bombs had been planted in the pavilion beforehand.

The ground, pillars, and the top all exploded simultaneously at more than a dozen points.

To the guards far out on the lake, the location of the pavilion suddenly appeared as a dozen or so turbulent white clouds.

Several shadows suddenly emerged from among them.

The air masses clung together, rapidly merging, and then transformed into shock waves that spread outwards.

A rumbling sound swept across the entire lake surface.

The other two pavilions were also blown apart by the shockwave, with tiles flying everywhere and pillars tilting.

Many people who were close by were knocked to the ground by the blast wave.

Several figures flew out of the pavilion and landed in different locations.

Chu Tianshu landed on the roof of another pavilion, still holding his sword case, and burst into laughter.

"Hahaha, that's more like it! They weren't sincere to begin with, so what's the point of talking?"

He was already impatient and was looking for a suitable opportunity to make his move.

The opponent made the first move, which played right into his hands.

Cao Bokun's figure landed on a section of bridge in the distance, his face gloomy, but he quickly became calm.

He was able to navigate the treacherous waters of officialdom and achieve numerous victories on the battlefield.

This guy surnamed Cao has a hundred ways to rekindle his fighting spirit, and even if he miscalculates, he can immediately adjust his mindset.

Just now, a large group of top experts gathered in the pavilion and started fighting in a chaotic manner. It was extremely dangerous, and no one could guarantee that they could react perfectly.

Cao Bokun destroyed the pavilion with a single sword strike, completely expanding the battlefield.

First, it greatly increases his sense of security.

"Who says the pretext of peace talks is useless?"

Cao Bokun also laughed loudly, "Although today's battle was dangerous, if we can achieve complete victory in one battle, the unification of the Nine Provinces can be achieved much sooner!"

He stroked his longsword, his face reflecting the shimmering light of the lake.

"Fengtian, oh Fengtian, since I forged you, how could I have imagined that you would personally drink the blood of so many heroes?"

"Today I will use the Heaven-Leaning Method and the Fengtian Sword to establish the foundation for my ascension to heaven."

Liu Yanqi landed not far from him, the buttons on his military uniform sleeves undone, his hands seemingly tucked into his sleeves.

"To depart this world on a crane is also a kind of ascension to heaven."

Liu Yanqi chuckled and said, "Lord Cao, Liu Bei's Origin Canon only gave me more agility, but Cao Cao's Origin Canon seems to grant you the power to create explosive power from water?"

Cao Bokun looked at the man solemnly. "Uneven eyes, quite a discerning eye."

Cao Cao's Origin Canon, the Heaven-Leaning True Explanation.

Looking out from the sky towards the sea, one can see the sun and moon moving as if emerging from within it, and the starry sky shining brightly as if emanating from within it.

That is indeed a capability that makes it easier to create an explosion in places with higher moisture levels.

After the train was bombed, Cao Bokun specifically collected and studied all the explosives knowledge in the world.

He had long since mastered the Heaven-Leaning True Explanation to an unparalleled degree.

"Enough with the nonsense, I'll kill your brother first, then I'll kill you!"

Chu Tianshu, clutching the sword case, leaped off the roof of the pavilion.

Holding the branch, Cao Ying had fallen to a greater distance on the lake, her pupils trembling violently.

He hadn't expected that his recent rapid advancement in supernatural abilities, coupled with his sneak attack, would leave Chu Tianshu completely unharmed.

The rage that had been so intense, even willing to destroy himself, surged higher and higher, causing his pupils to split open.

Within the black pupils, white pupils floated upwards.

The iris is also deformed as a result, becoming gourd-shaped.

Cao Ying's eyes became strangely astonishing, with a pair of black pupils and a pair of white pupils above them.

Black eyes trembled with shock and rage, while white eyes remained calm despite prolonged anger, their target clear.

Because of the presence of those white eyes, even Cao Ying's body exuded a sense of tranquility.

His toes barely touched the water's surface before his body came to a standstill.

The lake surface was rippling and wave-like, and when it touched the area around him, it was cut into pieces and scattered.

The Jiaoli Pear, green on the outside and white on the inside, resembles a tree bearing fruit after being exposed to sunlight; it is indeed an image of Yang metal.

Halfway through Chu Tianshu's leap, a series of sword cries suddenly emanated from the box.

It was as if a dragon was churning inside the box, creating a kind of resistance that violently slowed his body down, almost bringing him to a standstill and causing him to retreat.

Before the swordsman even used the sword, the swords in the box were already under his control.

Black eyes want to kill, white eyes want to eat swords.

The anger, however, was completely overlapping.

Cao Ying moved swiftly, thrusting a branch of pear tree into the air.

The water surface he had just stepped on was left with four or five crisscrossing cracks, which failed to close immediately.

Chu Tianshu forcefully held the sword box horizontally in front of him and pushed it out with a single palm.

BOOM!!

The wooden sword case shattered first, revealing numerous swords and blades inside.

The three famous swords and six famous blades, passed down from the Wei and Jin dynasties, were all covered in rust and, amidst the clanging sound, weathered away and scattered.

Only one longsword, its surface subtly grained with wood, was completely undamaged, its surface smooth as a mirror.

Chu Tianshu grabbed him.

The power of Geng metal, which can be controlled remotely, is like an invisible scabbard.

The moment Chu Tianshu grasped the sword, his strength flowed smoothly, his spirit became focused, he forgot himself and the world, and his essence became one.

With a single stroke, the sword was drawn from its sheath, unleashing a fan-shaped expanse of silver light.

The sword's edge suddenly sharpened, its tip abruptly slicing through the pear blossoms.

(End of this chapter)