Originally, Luo Zheng's Perfect Sword Intent had already reached a state approaching perfection.
Each vortex of sword intent appeared exceedingly full. During his travels, Luo Zheng had also encountered quite a few Perfect Sword Intents, and his own had already neared perfection. It seemed there was no possibility of improving it any further.
But now, Luo Zheng discovered that his Perfect Sword Intent had begun to grow extremely unstable!
Previously, with but a thought, Luo Zheng could release his sword intent as easily as moving his own arm. Yet now, although the faint sword intent coiling around his longsword had grown increasingly sharp, Luo Zheng found it extremely difficult to control!
The vortices formed by the sword intent were no longer full. Instead, they were like the forked tongues of snakes, constantly flickering atop Luo Zheng's longsword!
In other words, this sword intent did not seem to have grown stronger. Rather, it had become extreme!
"Why has the nature of this sword intent become like this?" Luo Zheng's brows furrowed.
Using the white sword shadows to temper his sword intent had indeed strengthened his sword spirit more than ever before, but this sword intent had become difficult for Luo Zheng to control.
For a moment, Luo Zheng hesitated. Should he continue?
Looking at the white sword shadows scattering in every direction, a trace of determination flashed across Luo Zheng's face once more.
Some things were better left undone, but once he started, he had to do his best. Luo Zheng had never been one to give up halfway. He wanted to see where his sword intent would ultimately reach if it continued developing like this!
At present, although Luo Zheng's sword intent was incredibly unruly, he could still forcibly suppress it.
Moreover, as the sword intent grew sharper and sharper,