A Wood Spirit Flying Sword circled before Ye Han. As he formed hand seals and chanted, he sent one spell seal after another into the sword, then bathed it in blue liquid. Wisps of black energy slowly seeped out of it.
Ye Han examined the Wood Spirit Flying Sword carefully. The damage it had suffered in the Darkness Forbidden Ground had been completely repaired, and the last traces of demonic energy had been cleansed by the purification water. It had returned to its original state.
In truth, the cost of repairing this Wood Spirit Flying Sword would have been enough to buy a high-grade magic artifact.
Of course, that was not a fair comparison. The Wood Spirit Flying Swords were a set of six high-grade flying swords, not just a single blade.
With one sword missing from the set, their power had diminished considerably, greatly weakening the sword formation he deployed through the Qing Xuan Sword Technique.
Although the expense had been substantial, he had finally repaired this Wood Spirit Flying Sword.
With a flick of his finger, the other five Wood Spirit Flying Swords flew out. Ye Han chanted and formed a hand seal, unleashing the Qing Xuan Sword Formation. Keen sword qi swept ceaselessly through the air.
The swords darted around his cave abode in a dazzling display. Under his exquisite control, they formed a net of blades that quivered continuously within the cave abode.
More astonishing still, golden light flashed in Ye Han's hand, and Gu Changdao's golden longsword appeared in his grasp.
With his mind and spirit united, the longsword trembled. His figure darted about as he swung it, unleashing streak after streak of sharp golden sword light.
He had already worked out his plan. His divine sense was powerful enough to control the flying swords