Looking at the house ahead reduced to ruins, white smoke rose from Duan Yun's head. Gasping for breath, he collapsed.
He fell into the pattering drizzle, as though he had fallen into a stretch of spring rain.
Seventh Spring Rain was about enough. Any stronger, and he would be forcing it.
After consecutively unleashing Spring Rain Blade Qi, he felt exhausted and drained, as if his body had been hollowed out.
For this Seventh Spring Rain, he had also brought his formidable wisdom into play. He had only accomplished it by joining forces with the Jade Sword Immortal Dharma Aspect.
The Jade Sword Immortal Dharma Aspect had wielded a ritual sword to slash out a blade qi. It bore the same ingenious resemblance to when he had first learned the Jade Sword True Canon and used a kitchen knife to slash out sword qi.
All that could be said was that, in that instant, his mind had become one with the Black-Silk Jade Sword Immortal's, and he had barely managed to complete Seventh Spring Rain.
Over the past few days, he had been trying to master "Fourfold Spring Rain," yet things had gone contrary to his wishes, and he could not find the right method.
For more than ten days, no matter how he practiced, the blade qi of Fourfold Spring Rain still collapsed due to mutual conflict.
This was something that had never happened before.
When cultivating the Jade Sword True Canon, he could feel himself progressing at every moment. Whenever he encountered an obstacle, he would overcome it in a day or two.
But this time, it was already the tenth day.
For one fleeting moment, he had doubted himself.
That was right. The Murong Brothers had already cultivated it to the seventh level. There was no reason