Sword light blasted forth. It had to be said that Zhou Jianyin was no pushover. Under his raised Blood Vulture Sword, the color shifted from red to purple, and its deadly poison had probably transformed into a ferocious venom. Clearly, he intended to decide the victor with a single strike!
"Great Gale! Come!!" Zhou Jianyin roared. In an instant, the purple poison gas that had been frozen in place suddenly began to churn, swirling around him like a howling wind. I knew he was about to chant a sword incantation, condensing his entire heart and soul into one sword strike to determine life or death!
I did not dare underestimate him in the slightest. I ran my sword finger along the blade, then immediately retreated thirty meters. As my sword finger swept through the air, it brought up wisps of sword wind! The sword wind drifted like willow fluff, soft as rippling reflections, keeping the surrounding hurricane from approaching even half a step!
"Great Gale dreams of brushing the sea and mountains, the Violet Immortal travels west beyond Heaven's Pass! In the fading years, he departs with ease—when will the east wind return again? Violet Immortal Way! Ten Thousand Swords Follow the Wind!" Zhou Jianyin swung the Blood Vulture Divine Sword and rapidly strode toward me. Streams of violet sword shadows condensed within the hurricane and spun rapidly, as if following his sword, ready to shoot toward me at any moment!
This sword art was almost the most exquisite technique I had seen recently. As expected, the immortals of the east were stronger than those of the south. This genuine sword art was not something a sword sect like Ten Thousand Swords Coming could produce; it was a unique teaching art of the Immortal Alliance!
A good sword art could