"Sword formation space!" The Ancestral Dragon's expression darkened as he looked at the seven crimson stars in midair.
At that moment, all seven crimson stars blazed with light, firing countless crimson light swords that swept toward the Ancestral Dragon in a Heaven-Covering Earth-Filling barrage.
The Ancestral Dragon let out a low shout. Sword-like black light shot from the scales, claws, and other parts of his body, colliding with the crimson light swords in a dense series of crackling explosions.
All the light swords were blocked, unable to approach his body for the time being.
"I thought it would be some formidable sword formation. So this is all it amounts to." The Ancestral Dragon relaxed slightly and began considering how to break the formation.
Elsewhere within the sword qi space, Shen Luo and Nie Caizhu stood suspended in the air.
"Cousin, is this the Pure Yang Seven Kills Sword Formation? It doesn't seem much different from the Pure Yang Golden Light Sword Formation," Nie Caizhu said softly as she observed the formation.
"Cai Zhu, don't be impatient. The true power of the Pure Yang Seven Kills Sword Formation has yet to reveal itself. Since the Ancestral Dragon is being so overconfident, he can forget about escaping!" Shen Luo said with a faint smile, changing his sword hand seals.
The seven crimson stars in midair began to flicker as the spiritual energy of heaven and earth surged toward them wildly.
The seven stars rapidly grew several times larger. After the foremost two flashed sharply several times, they suddenly vanished, transforming into two colossal swords a hundred zhang long. One had a broad, heavy blade like a door panel; the other was slightly curved, resembling an oddly shaped saber.
Each giant sword bore an Ancient Seal Script inscription, radiating incomparably sharp sword qi.