Sword cultivators truly were quite mad. Cheng Wei took out a Shadow Recording Stone with great interest to record it, while also guarding the three youngsters against Wang Jiwen catching them off guard. Come to think of it, he had watched the Shadow Recording Stone of the three hunting a Spirit Transformation cultivator in Pill Fragrance City before, yet compared with the scene before him, it was somehow different.
Crisis and adversity could make people grow swiftly. In the blink of an eye, Little A-Xu, once solitary and proud to the bone, had grown into an outstanding disciple of an immortal sect.
Wen Xu did not know that his master was feeling so deeply at this moment. His sword was scorching hot, and Chen Zui's saber was surely the same. Here, only pure saber and sword intent could harm their enemy, so he unleashed the most exquisite swordsmanship of his life.
He no longer used his mind to calculate and measure the forms and angles of his strikes. Every time he swung his sword, he moved by his heart and his sword intent. With his master here, Wen Xu felt strength filling every inch of his body. The opponent before him, towering like a mountain, no longer seemed impossible to surmount. He wanted to accomplish the impossible with the sword in his hand, and his heart burned with heat.
At this moment, Wen Xu spared no expense in using Golden Light. His entire sword radiance gleamed with dazzling brilliance, and against the crimson magma, it possessed a magnificent, breathtaking beauty.
Naturally, from Wang Jiwen's perspective, it was utterly infuriating. He had realized that with that dragon present, he could not kill the three before him at all. Yet if he attacked the dragon, the magma here would burst forth and