Lin Xuan saw it clearly, and joy rose in his heart. A spell seal flowed from his hands almost as smoothly as drifting clouds and running water.
At once, the Ten Thousand Sword Map blazed with light, and the number of sword beams it spewed out suddenly surged by more than tenfold.
Then they merged toward the center, and a sword of light about a foot long appeared.
Five-Colored Glaze, its dazzling colors streaming without cease.
It was clearly formed from gathered sword light, yet it seemed solid, and it even gave off an overwhelmingly sharp aura of slaughter.
Lin Xuan wanted to finish it all in one stroke. Although even he felt this idea was somewhat naive, how could he bear to let such a fine opportunity slip by? Whether it could succeed was another matter; he would try first.
He spat a mouthful of azure qi toward the sword.
It fused as one with the sword light.
At once, a row of silver runes appeared on the surface of the long sword, making it seem even more full of spirituality. A dazzling flash of radiance passed, and it had already escaped into the void and vanished.
The next moment, it had slipped through the breach in that wall of light, only a little over a hundred zhang from Tian Xiang.
And naturally, Lin Xuan was not the only one who knew to seize such an opportunity.
At this moment, setting aside the strength of the Cultivators before him for the time being, which one of them was not battle-hardened through a hundred fights? How could they fail to understand the principle that a good chance vanished in the blink of an eye?
Lin Xuan was not even the first to make a move; the actions of the others