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As the battle shifted, the Nine Heavens Team's formation gradually fell into disarray.
Seeing this, Xiao Wenzhou's eyes gleamed like cold-tempered stars. His white robes suddenly billowed, and his deep shout cracked across the arena like spring thunder: "Seven Profound Qing Yun Sword Formation!"
Seven figures swiftly drew back together like sharp swords returning to their sheaths, each taking their position.
Trails of light, some cold and eerie, some blazing, some heavy, some elusive, cut through the air with invisible sharpness. The sword intent of the seven peaks' direct disciples soared skyward, gathering into an impenetrable tempest of sword qi.
Drawn along an ancient trajectory, the auras of five Soul Kings and two Soul Ancestors converged. Guided by Xiao Wenzhou's Firmament Star Sword, seven utterly different streams of sword qi fell into place like the Big Dipper, weaving a dazzling, immense web of stellar paths in an instant. Every chain of starlight connected precisely to a principal sword.
The web was made of pure light, its strands flowing with liquid starlight, its nodes blazing like stellar cores.
The Seven Profound Qing Yun Sword Formation was complete!
This was the ultimate trump card passed down through the seven peaks for a thousand years, one of the foundations upon which this great swordsmanship sect relied-seven swords acting as one, their spirit swallowing the heavens.
"Qing Yun Sword Sea!"
Seven surging streams of sword qi instantly intertwined into an invisible vortex at the formation's heart.
Before the ringing of swords had faded, a heart-stopping sea of blades surged into the air.
Stars flickered with the sword edges, cold tides raged alongside icy blades, flowing winds carried soft chants, blazing light crushed the empty air, incandescent white streaks tore