As Luo Qing moved into action, Xiang Qingcheng did her best to conserve her strength in preparation for any unforeseen need. At the same time, she stayed alert for all kinds of dangers that might appear around them at any moment, searching for a way to break through their predicament.
However, Luo Qing only fought for a while. After successively breaking through several waves of monster attacks, she rotated out and Xiang Qingcheng took over.
In such a strange place, neither of them knew when they might be separated. While taking turns holding off powerful enemies, they also had to ensure that they still retained a considerable amount of strength.
Whoosh! A jade flying sword radiating Primordial Spirit fluctuations curved through the air and cleaved a twisted, headless human body in two. The headless body's scream was especially shrill.
Xiang Qingcheng beckoned, and the jade-colored flying sword fell into her hand.
Xiang Qingcheng carefully examined the flying sword in her hand. Her sword river was formidable, but its greatest power came from their combined might.
What she lacked was several leading Sword Kings. Using kings to command their subordinates would not only be more efficient, but would also conserve more energy during combat.
There were countless paths in swordsmanship. Xiang Qingcheng had also studied the Primordial Soul Flying Sword technique, but she had not delved deeply into it, merely absorbing some of its essence.
Together with the inheritances she had obtained from the three Immortal Palaces and the insights Lu Xiaotian had gained in swordsmanship, they had formed the Sword Heads she possessed now. However, they were still far from the Sword Kings Xiang Qingcheng wished to refine.
A radiance flickered all around them. The white light passed through layer upon layer of ice mirrors, and after being refracted again