And just then, Chen Wen suddenly opened his eyes.
The Guardian Sword Intent suppressed inside his body erupted in full at that instant, like a volcano gushing forth.
Boom!!!
In an instant, that whole stretch of heaven and earth was filled with terrifying sword intent.
The swords in the hands of the disciples began trembling wildly, letting out waves of sword cries.
This...
Everyone immediately looked at the Spirit Swords in their hands, their eyes filled with shock.
Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!!!
The next moment, everyone discovered that the swords had drawn themselves from their sheaths and were flying in unison toward where Chen Wen stood.
For a time, it was as if a rain of swords had fallen across the entire sky, a dense, sprawling expanse.
And just then, the sword intent bursting from Chen Wen's body reached its absolute peak, and one humanoid apparition after another overlapped into view.
The most terrifying sight was that these flying Spirit Swords were actually seized into the hands of those humanoid apparitions.
And the instant those humanoid apparitions took hold of the Spirit Swords, they all pointed in unison at the figure in midair.
At that moment, the scene gave people the feeling that Chen Wen could command an army of thousands upon thousands.
This... hiss!!!
Seeing this scene, even Fang Wuchen, who was widely experienced, could not help but suck in a breath of cold air.
This was too exaggerated.
At that moment, he became even more certain of the thought in his heart.
Chen Wen's sword intent had already been infused with his personal will and soul.
At that moment, he finally understood the words Chen Wen had just said.
You are not me, but the sword intent is mine.
He was clearly saying that the strongest sword strike that