Xue Yun gripped his natal flying sword, golden sword intent flowing around it as it crashed headlong into the Shu Mountain sword swarm.
The aftershock of Sword Qi tore the clouds for a hundred li around into wisps, two utterly different sword intents battling across the heavens.
Divine Grass Mountain.
The Sword Spirit savagely struck the twelve acupoints within Li Xuanxiao's body, pouring sword intent into him.
The clone in turn affected the main body.
"..."
Bang, bang—!!
A sound like porcelain shattering rang out.
Xue Yun fought the Shu Mountain Sword Formation Li Xuanxiao had mobilized all by himself, while also controlling the sword stele to intercept a Tribulation Crossing Stage powerhouse.
To achieve such a feat at the Spirit Transformation Stage, he was likely the only one in this world capable of it.
Li Xuanxiao invited a divine presence into his body. The Sword Spirit's sword intent passed into him, stirring his Nascent Soul.
He was willing to suffer the Sword Qi backlash from the formation itself, all to defeat Xue Yun as swiftly as possible.
Xue Yun retreated again and again, his gaze upon Li Xuanxiao carrying a few more traces of gratification.
He could not help recalling what he had once told Li Xuanxiao.
Don't become me. Surpass me.
Now, it seemed those words had come true.
Yet at that very moment, web-like blood patterns suddenly emerged across the Shu Mountain Sword Formation.
The Sword Tomb wailed mournfully, while the flying swords beneath the Sword Pavilion gave off corrosive hissing sounds.
Li Xuanxiao's expression changed.
"..."
Beyond the Central Continent.
Under Happy Old Man's command.
More than four hundred black-robed cultivators had long since infiltrated the Central Continent.
At this moment, they stood upon rotten earth in formation. The lamps in their hands, fashioned from the