"Oh? You still have a trump card? Go ahead and use it. I've established my sword domain around Thousand Gold Terrace, so there's no need to hold back." Luo Qingyang had intended to end things there, but this unexpected surprise brought a look of interest to his face.
"To be honest, I only learned this move on my way to Apocalypse. I may not have mastered it yet, but it is certainly my strongest technique. Please put it to the test, senior."
Wushuang slapped his sword case, and all thirteen swords, including the Great Ming Vermilion Bird, flew out again.
This time, however, they did not all line up with their tips pointing at the enemy.
After leaving their sheaths, the flying swords began arranging themselves in a peculiar formation in the air.
Of the twelve flying swords, seven formed a ladle-shaped arrangement in the air, while the remaining five circled Wushuang with their tips pointing outward.
Wushuang gripped the Great Ming Vermilion Bird in both hands. Its raging flames gradually subsided, then slowly transferred onto his body. He now looked as though he had used Lei Wujie's Fire Scorching Art, his entire body bathed in flames.
Lei Wujie stared, dumbfounded. "What formation is that?"
Beside him, the Confucian Sword Immortal Xie Xuan wore a strange expression. "The Big Dipper Seven-Star Formation."
"Senior, watch out!"
Wushuang gave a sharp cry and soared into the air. At the same time, the flying swords around him began moving.
The seven swords arranged in the Big Dipper Seven-Star Formation attacked first, repeatedly striking from the air in that formation.
Luo Qingyang ignored the sword formation entirely and continued his National Lament sword dance. The Desolate City, which had only just dissipated, took shape again.
Before the Desolate City, the seven-star sword formation was