Duanmu Liangsheng stared at Xiao Hua's flying swords in disbelief. He truly had not expected the half-baked Confucian cultivation he had spoken of to possess such strength, nor had he expected Xiao Hua's flying swords to be so formidable.
Yet what shocked Duanmu Liangsheng still lay ahead. The two flying swords drew in their radiance, and the Vast Righteous Qi within several dozen zhang around them churned as though boiling, surging toward the azure sword light!
"Buzz, buzz, buzz..." Violent sword cries once again resounded through the skies. A several-dozen-zhang azure flying sword appeared out of thin air. As Xiao Hua formed sword seals with both hands, it cleaved toward Duanmu Liangsheng with seemingly boundless might. Everything within several dozen zhang beneath that sword light was shrouded, and an indescribable palpitation rose from Duanmu Liangsheng's heart, causing his body to pause involuntarily. In that brief pause, the enormous sword light fell upon the sword radiance that had not yet fully shattered. Like rotten wood being pulled apart, the seemingly sharp sword radiance was torn asunder with a "rip-rip-rip." Layer upon layer of goosebumps, a rare sight indeed, rose across Duanmu Liangsheng's forehead. Duanmu Liangsheng had set up the origin formation not only because he had expended too much divine sense, but also because he had used certain secret techniques while contending against the divine thought space. He had no choice but to borrow the Vast Righteous Qi of the origin formation. In particular, according to his plans, within this origin formation, he could rely on his Refining Spirit to Void divine ability and the omnipresent movement methods of Confucian cultivation. Even when facing Xiao Hua, whose strength was at the upper-grade fourth-rank Yuan force, he would first secure an invincible position. But he had never expected Xiao Hua to possess