No.
It was not dispersing.
It had turned into streak after streak of extremely faint Sword Light—not only the Sword Intent around him, but also... his own self.
In the blink of an eye, Li Cangfeng's body actually became like a long sword that had burned away the last of its edge, beginning to turn incorporeal bit by bit.
There was no flesh and blood breaking apart.
There was no wailing of the soul.
Only strand after strand of extremely faint Sword Light drifted out from him and spread all around, interweaving with heaven and earth, condensing into an enormous Dharma Form a full hundred zhang tall.
"Senior Li!"
Lin Qiao'er's eyes reddened slightly, and she could not help crying out softly.
Mo Huaikong pressed his palms together and chanted sutras in a low voice.
Yun Wuxia tightened her grip on the Jade Disk, and a flash of reluctance crossed the depths of her eyes as well.
Feng Jianxing stood where he was, the Tiger Soul Sword trembling violently.
But this time, the sword did not let out a sword cry.
It was as though it were seeing him off, yet also as though it did not dare disturb the scene before it.
In the next breath.
Li Cangfeng smiled calmly. The hundred-zhang Dharma Form waved its hand, and surging Sword Qi rushed toward Sikong Lanyue with matchless momentum.
Gambling with his own life, burning away the cultivation of his entire life to become this one sword, Li Cangfeng's target was clear: he intended to rely on transcendent strength to forcibly slay Sikong Lanyue here and now.
After all, with the battle having reached this point, there was no longer any road of retreat.
Sikong Lanyue looked at the Sword Qi coming straight at him, and at last there was