The Elder Is Too Modest

Facing Lu Chong's flying sword, which still carried lingering power, Hong Bo no longer dared to be careless. Forming a sword seal with his hand, he commanded the remaining thirteen flying swords to shift formation in an instant.

The flying swords that had originally formed a single line merged into one in the blink of an eye, transforming into a massive sword over three meters long. Thirteen inscriptions brimming with Dao resonance flashed across its surface, seeming to fuse together and make the power it gathered even greater and sharper.

The Azure Edge Dao Art had two opposing aspects: division and fusion. When divided, it was nimble and could form arrays; when fused, it became even keener.

At the same time, three more inscriptions were rapidly condensing on the massive sword.

The inscriptions on his flying swords had been destroyed earlier, but so long as he was given time, he could condense them anew and empower them again.

Lu Chong's flying sword traced a beautiful, profound arc through the air, attempting to strike directly at Hong Bo himself.

But both of them cultivated the Azure Edge Dao Art. How could Hong Bo fail to see Lu Chong's intent? With a point of his sword fingers, the massive sword shot across at even greater speed, blocking Lu Chong's flying sword.

Boom!

Amid a thunderous blast, Lu Chong's flying sword, which had previously seemed invincible, was immediately knocked back by Hong Bo's massive sword and nearly scattered apart on the spot.

"Again!"

Lu Chong was gradually adapting to this style and rhythm of battle. He formed a sword seal again, and three more Dark Gold inscription flying swords immediately flew out of his body to support the first sword as it retreated.

The four swords hung in the air, but did not