Boom-
Sword intent erupted across the sky.
Centered on Lu Changfeng, strands of invisible sword qi surged in every direction like towering breakers and raging waves.
The tattered banners atop the walls hissed as the sword intent swept over them, shredding inch by inch;
Even the blue bricks beneath their feet, harder than cold iron, were plowed with crisscrossing cracks by that invisible edge.
The Tang Army soldiers defending the city felt a bone-chilling sharpness rush into their faces. Their hair stood on end, and they instinctively retreated.
Overawed by that sword intent, Wang Jingxian felt her heart pound. Her grip on her broken sword tightened instinctively, yet when she sensed that familiar presence, an inexplicable calm settled over her.
She stared blankly at the figure standing at the center of the storm, his blue robes snapping in the wind.
Was this his true strength?
Beneath that calm, composed exterior, he had hidden such an edge... one powerful enough to tear heaven and earth apart.
"What magnificent sword intent!"
On the opposite arrow tower, He Chen stood with his sword held across him, cold light flaring in his eyes.
Though he had locked down the Kunlun Sword with the power of Bi'an and the Mountain Tribulation, the divine sword sensed Lu Changfeng's surging sword intent. Now it rang and struggled defiantly in his grasp, as though it might break free of that double suppression at any moment and fly through the air.
The crack in his confidence deepened further.
He could not delay any longer.
He had to end this swiftly and slaughter this man who could make the Kunlun Sword acknowledge him as its master!
"Man of the Central Plains!"
He Chen roared. Blue-black killing intent surged around him, and the savage Bian Dharma Form and the massive phantom