Nine zhang.
Once Elder Xuan entered the nine-zhang range, he had no choice but to unleash his own Sword Dao to fend off the dense Sword Qi rushing in to kill him from all sides.
At this point, his aura alone was no longer enough to scatter these terrifying Sword Qi.
Eight zhang.
Fine beads of sweat seeped across Elder Xuan's forehead.
At this distance, the Sword Qi had risen to another level of intensity. Even he could feel the pressure.
Seven zhang.
The roar of Sword Qi rang beside his ears. He went all out, struggling to withstand the Sword Qi, and even his Sword Dao began to manifest behind him.
It was a Dharma form holding a long sword.
The moment the Sword Dao Dharma form appeared, the surrounding Sword Qi could no longer draw near. No art could invade it.
Six zhang.
After reaching the six-zhang range, Elder Xuan drew the long sword from his back. Terrifying Sword Qi burst from it, tangling with the Sword Qi surging in from all around.
Elder Xuan gripped the long sword and went all out, laboriously blocking the Sword Qi coming from every direction.
At this moment, he had already reached his limit.
"This sword is no simple thing."
He looked at the broken sword in the distance.
Gazing at the distance between himself and that broken sword, Elder Xuan began retreating with his long sword in hand.
Six zhang.
He stopped at six zhang, unable to advance even a single step farther.
Once he reached a suitable area, Elder Xuan sheathed his long sword and silently stared at the broken sword in the distance.
All around, swords were planted in dense profusion.
Some were damaged; some were intact.
But without exception, none of these long swords were ordinary.
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