Outside his cave abode, Xu Yan stood with his eyes closed, holding a Greenedge Sword.
As the Purple Sun Sword Art slowly replayed in his mind, his long hair stirred without wind, and waves of keen, cutting energy rose from his body.
At a certain moment, his eyes snapped open, shooting out a terrifying divine gleam. At the same time, the azure flying sword in his hand shot forth.
Buzz! Buzz!
The azure flying sword rang sharply. As Xu Yan poured his abundant magic power into it, a terrifying sword light rose behind him. Its chilling radiance struck fear into the heart, and strands of sword qi coiled around it, carrying the force to cleave mountains and sever seas!
"Purple Sun Sword Art, first form—Sword Qi Like Rain!"
Xu Yan's expression was solemn, and his voice seemed capable of splitting metal and stone.
At that moment, countless strands of sword qi burst from the terrifying sword light, like the celestial river of the nine heavens surging backward. Together with that chilling sword light, they shot forward!
Boom!
The terrifying sword light fell. Broken rocks flew skyward, vegetation shattered, and an enormous fissure over ten zhang deep snaked across the ground before him, extending nearly a hundred zhang.
At the same time, a series of crisp cracks rang out, and tiny fractures spread across the azure flying sword.
After unleashing that sword light, Xu Yan felt a wave of fatigue. As expected of a sword art created by a Nascent Soul Realm Sword Cultivator, even its introductory first form consumed a considerable amount of his magic power.
Xu Yan made a silent estimate. With his current cultivation, he could unleash the Sword Formula three times at most.
Its consumption was tremendous, but its power also exceeded his expectations. Even a cultivator