Although Li Tianjian had reached the pinnacle of strength by devouring the twelve sections of the Sword Spirit, his own understanding of the sword path was also exceptionally profound. As soon as the Sword Chant began, the sword realm stretched on without end. The entire Heavenly Sword Spacetime seemed to have fallen into a mirage. The unbroken mountain ranges resembled the Great Wall sealing off a thousand miles, so even birds were unwilling to cross those towering peaks. Li Tianjian stood atop the lofty summit, holding a sword toward the heavens in one hand while rapidly forming sword arts with the other, boundless shock and fury filling his eyes.
Xia Ruize's Blood Fragrance Sword Chant had also burst forth. The scenery brought by his sword realm seemed almost tangible. Amid the scorching mountains of the Southern Heavens, a sky full of red Aoxue suddenly drifted down, as though carrying an extraordinary grievance against the heavens. The bloody flakes covered Li Tianjian's mountains, making the peaks seem splashed with fresh blood. Even from far away, one could almost smell that sharp, fishy blood fragrance!
Xia Ruize held a divine sword so red it had turned black, boundless ferocity hidden in his eyes. When he looked at Li Tianjian, he seemed to have already become a demon. His sword realm possessed a proud bearing that ordinary sword immortals lacked, and he was a sword immortal with outstanding abilities in every respect. Thus, his sword realm was steady and well-rounded, with no absolutely prominent strength, but likewise few weaknesses. Wanting to leave him headless was no easy task!
The two sword realms interwove. One formed a sky of ice and blood, the other a city sealing off the pass. It was as though heaven and earth had changed completely.
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