Buzzzzz...
A string of zither notes rang out, sweeping forth streams of sword qi fused with spacetime ripples...
In an instant, they shredded the spacetime around Sikong Jing to pieces. Dense sword-notes filled the area, without a single gap.
"You cannot evade them. You can only take them head-on..."
"And you are merely a Two-Tribulation Emperor Venerable. No matter how condensed your true qi is or how solid your foundation, how many sword-notes can you withstand?"
The Zither Sword Maiden's voice, accompanied by the zither music, crashed into Sikong Jing's ears.
At that moment, Sikong Jing gripped the Snow-Tempered Sword, forming a Nine Heavens Sword Shield to withstand the zither-note sword attacks pouring down like a raging tempest.
His gaze became slightly grave...
Just like me...
The Nine Heavens Emperor's path may not suit everyone. Or rather, every true genius will think of how to build their own ultimate martial path upon the foundation of the Nine Heavens Sword Dao.
This fusion of zither and sword is formidable.
His gravity was not because of the Zither Sword Maiden's attack itself. Rather, within the Primordial Cosmos Great World, there were still an unknown number of Nine Heavens Sword Sons and Sword Maidens. All of them would surely rack their brains to cultivate something that belonged solely to themselves.
"This Nine Heavens Sword Maiden's sword dao has already reached the peak of the seventh level of the Nine Heavens Dark Demon Sword."
"Then, by merging it with her own zither martial path, her attack power has surpassed the peak of the seventh level."
"Whether intentional or not, the blood essence the Nine Heavens Emperor left behind in the Primordial Cosmos has already begun helping those who fused with it cultivate even stronger martial paths."
When he had encountered Mu Bujun, Sikong Jing