Not good!
Noticing the change in Li Cangfeng's expression, Su Shi'er's heart gave another hard thud.
He was about to speak at once, but before the words could leave his mouth—
Li Cangfeng slowly raised his hand.
The True Yuan power that had originally been pouring endlessly into the formation actually began, at that moment, to flow back into his body.
With the formation losing the support of his Sword Intent, it immediately began to shake violently.
Mo Huaikong and Lin Qiao'er exchanged a glance, then reacted decisively. Holy Buddhist light shone in all directions, stabilizing the formation at the first opportunity.
If the formation were allowed to close completely, then even if Li Cangfeng continued to make a move, there would likely no longer be the slightest hope.
"Senior, you mustn't!"
Feng Jianxing's expression changed drastically, and he immediately shouted.
It was not only Su Shi'er. Everyone present could tell from the shift in Li Cangfeng's expression what he intended to do.
But for an existence like Li Cangfeng, how steadfast was his will?
How could something he had decided for himself be shaken in the slightest by the thoughts of others?
Li Cangfeng seemed not to hear the voices ringing beside his ears.
He only raised his head and looked toward the brilliant river of swords descending upside down.
His expression was as calm as still water.
So calm that it was as though what lay before him was not a killing move between life and death, but an ordinary exchange of swords, a contest of arts.
"This old man has cultivated the sword all his life. I took Cangfeng, Hidden Edge, as my name. It is a name, and even more so the Sword Dao I have sought throughout my life!"
"This sword was never meant to