"What kind of Immortal Sword Art is this? How can it be so terrifying? The killing intent is so dense it's condensed into white mist." At the foot of the mountain, a cultivator's legs went weak. He stared blankly at Chen Fan and spoke in a daze.
But just then, an even more powerful aura suddenly burst from Liu Xun.
"Wait, look at Liu Xun! He's unleashed a terrifying killing move too!" someone cried out, noticing it at once.
"The final sword of Nine Heavens Thunder!" Zeng Rong, who was fighting Xiao Munan, abruptly halted and stared at Liu Xun in shock.
Xiao Munan's expression turned stern as well, a hint of solemnity appearing on his face.
Rumble!
Suddenly, the clouds overhead plunged downward. Countless lightning bolts slithered through them like white serpents. Everyone felt their hearts tighten. The mass of dark clouds had nearly pressed down onto their heads; it seemed they could reach out and touch it.
"Nine Heavens Thunder, swift as wind and lightning!" Liu Xun roared again from within the thunder. In an instant, the wind and clouds changed. A tornado sprang up beyond the raging thunder, and raindrops as large as beans pelted down from the sky before being swept up by the gale. In a flash, wind and rain battered every side of the sacrificial platform, while the tornado lashed it with sheets of rain!
"I'd planned to save this for Xiao Munan, but I didn't expect to use it on you. You should feel honored to die beneath this sword." Liu Xun's figure was completely engulfed by thunder. Only his voice could be heard; he could not be seen. This was his ultimate killing move: he turned himself into a sword, gathering wind, rain, thunder, and lightning together.
"Die!" Liu Xun's savage laugh