"An ancient immortal's sword art?"
Hearing Qiao Zhennan's words, Ning Wangshu couldn't help but pause in surprise.
As Qiao Zhennan continued forming hand seals, the sky suddenly changed!
Countless thick clouds gathered wildly, with streaks of terrifying lightning flashing within them. His Flying Sword shot into the gloomy clouds in an instant!
A terrifying pressure descended with a thunderous roar, enveloping everyone. It was as if the entire sky were about to collapse, making every person's heart pound with dread!
Feeling this horrifying pressure, Ning Wangshu furrowed his brows slightly, a flicker of surprise crossing his eyes.
Could this really be some ancient immortal's sword art? This pressure is astonishingly powerful—far stronger than any of the many sword arts I've mastered!
Ning Wangshu was rather taken aback.
"Heavenly Dipper True Thunder Sword Art! Die—"
Just then, Qiao Zhennan let out a furious shout, and the spiritual power in his body surged out like a raging flood!
Rumble—
Crack!
As thunder roared violently, terrifying bolts of lightning blasted out of the thick clouds. In an instant, they transformed into thirty-six enormous Thunder Giant Swords!
The thirty-six Thunder Giant Swords formed a Heavenly Dipper Sword Formation, glittering with endless, terrifying lightning. Amid a constant crackling din, they descended toward him, closing in around him.
Ning Wangshu was startled once more and couldn't help drawing in a deep breath.
This sword art... might really be an immortal technique!
In terms of sheer power, the sword formation derived from this art is clearly superior to my Gengjin Wuji Sword Formation!
However, this man doesn't seem to have mastered the art to any great degree. He's probably only just learned it.
Ning Wangshu thought to himself.
Although the "Heavenly Dipper True Thunder Sword Art" Qiao Zhennan was displaying was astonishing, even Ning Wangshu had to