The Might of the Battle Array

"Excuse us!"

As Li Chunfeng's icy voice fell, the ten inner disciples struck in unison, simultaneously unleashing their inscribed flying swords.

Ten flying swords streaked across the sky, transforming in the blink of an eye into nearly five hundred sword shadows. Every sword shadow gleamed with inscriptions of the Azure Edge Dao Art, dense with Dao resonance.

Nor were these inscriptions acting independently. They echoed one another from afar, driving the sword shadows into a sword formation with ever-shifting attacks.

Yes, it was not merely that each person's inscriptions formed a formation. With the ten of them joining forces, even their inscriptions could interlink and form a formation together.

Such a sword formation was equivalent to stacking the might of nearly five hundred inscriptions together. It was absolutely incomparable to fighting separately.

"This sword formation truly is extraordinary. It can combine the strength of ten people and unleash the power of the ninth level of the Azure Edge Dao Art!" Lu Chong sensed its might and was secretly alarmed.

He could see clearly that none of their Azure Edge Dao Art attainments were particularly profound. Nearly all of them did not exceed their realms of Dao comprehension.

The highest was only at the sixth level, not even reaching a hundred Dao Art inscriptions.

Yet when the ten joined forces, it was simply a qualitative leap.

No wonder Chang Qinglou had repeatedly warned Lu Chong to be careful.

If Chang Qinglou encountered a sword formation of such terrifying force, he would absolutely be unable to withstand it.

But facing the sword formation descending from above like a net of heaven and earth, Lu Chong remained utterly unafraid.

The ninth level of the Azure Edge Dao Art was not something he lacked either.

With a thought from him, strands of Sword Qi