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As the battle shifted, Nine Heavens Team's formation gradually fell into disorder.
Seeing this, Xiao Wenzhou's eyes gleamed like cold-forged stars, and his white robes suddenly billowed as a deep shout like spring thunder shook the entire arena. "Seven Profound Qing Yun Sword Formation!"
Seven figures retreated and gathered at high speed like sharp swords returning to their sheaths, each taking their position.
Some were cold and dark, some blazing, some heavy, some elusive, their streaks of light slicing the air apart with invisible sharpness. The sword intent of the seven peaks' true inheritances shot into the sky, condensing into an airtight raging tide of sword energy.
The auras of five Soul Kings and two Soul ancestors were drawn along some ancient trajectory. Under the guidance of Xiao Wenzhou's Vault Star Sword, seven utterly different sword energies returned to their places like the Big Dipper Seven Stars, and in an instant wove into a dazzling web of star tracks, each chain of starlight precisely linking to a main sword.
The web was formed from pure light, its lines flowing liquid starlight, its nodes scorching star-core fireballs.
The "Seven Profound Qing Yun Sword Formation" was complete at last!
This was the trump card the seven peaks had passed down for a thousand years, one of the pillars of a great sword dao sect of the age—seven swords as one person, their might devouring the heavens.
"Qing Yun Sword Sea!"
Seven surging streams of sword energy instantly intertwined into an invisible vortex formation core.
Before the cries of the swords had faded, a heart-stopping sea of swords had already risen ferociously into the air.
Stars flickered with the sword edges, cold tides raged with icy blades, flowing winds carried