Four Swords Combined

Neither Daoist Qingxu nor Chi Jinyu said anything. Or rather, whether they believed it or not, this was their last chance.

Gu Yuanqing could have slain them all with a single sword at this moment. Since he was willing to offer them this chance, they were willing to gamble.

If they lost, they would have nothing—no different from their present state.

But if they won, there would be hope!

For the Heavenly Demon Sword Master, this was the last straw within his grasp.

He formed a Seal Technique, and the Sword Eye between his brows transformed into a longsword that flew out.

Gu Yuanqing raised a hand and caught the sword. Its entire body was pitch-black and faintly luminous, with a trace of eerie allure within its glow, as though once one's gaze fell upon it, it became impossible to look away.

Yet if one examined it closely, one would vaguely feel that the sword was not a physical object at all, but a churning, ever-changing misty aura.

At times it condensed like black jade; at others it dispersed like smoky clouds. Under the light, it refracted countless hazy and bizarre colors, dazzling the eye and drawing one's mind helplessly into that chaos.

Even the blade itself had no fixed form, its edges wavering between substance and illusion, as though it could melt into the air at any moment.

This was the true body of the Heavenly Demon Sword. Gu Yuanqing had heard of this sword for hundreds of years.

It was said that this sword had been forged from the body of a Heavenly Demon. The sword itself was extraordinarily sinister and strange, having stirred up no small amount of bloodshed in the Cultivation World. When Zhang Xuanlin of the Lingxu Sect had heard that the Heavenly Demon Sword