No one knew how many times they had clashed and crossed swords.
Clang!
The two flying swords took solid form once more.
One flying sword was like a beam of light; the other was a jagged bone sword. Each flew back millions of miles. Layers of Law-Annihilation rules shattered around them, and one character for "kill" after another broke apart. The countless figures within the Seven Killings authority collapsed into clusters of spiritual light.
The army that had fought its way into the dynasty's heartland suffered countless casualties. That was the price!
"The swordsmanship of the Nine-Leaved Sword Grass Clan..."
The Seven Kill Sword Lord spoke coldly.
He felt that his flying sword had sustained considerable internal damage, as had his Dharma body and soul. After all, his body was incomplete. Only his head remained, and this was not the true Seven-Kill Sword he had tempered for millions of years.
In this Dharma-End World, his mana and divine sense drained away without pause.
There was no time to delay!
Since ancient times, that was the fate of a lone army rising in rebellion. If it could not win swiftly, storm the heart of the dynasty, and slay the emperor in his palace, the rebels would surely die. Wave after wave of troops would surround and destroy them, leaving them without even a place to be buried. There had never been an exception.
Hum!
The authority of a branch of the Seven Killings Great Dao trembled.
Blood-red flames sprang up on the Seven Kill Sword Lord's head and slowly burned. Streams of supremely pure power poured through every part of him, and the limbs that had been conjured from illusion gradually grew solid, like a body of true flesh and blood.
The body of an Eight-Tribulation Supreme began to become whole!