"This Xiao Hua... truly was formidable. He had actually cultivated our Confucian sword qi to such a degree. Given time, he would surely shake the world. It was just... such a pity!" Murong Congyun thought. She slapped a hand against herself, and three-colored True Qi surged from the crown of her head. An avatar etched with flashing inscriptions flew out as well!
As the saying went, the more hands gathering firewood, the higher the flames rose! Earlier, the eighty-one sixth-grade Yuan force cultivators had commanded the sword diagram with tremendous momentum, yet it had already begun to sway amid the bloody waves of the Divine Demon Blood Swamp. Once Xiao Hua and the others entered the sword diagram, although each of their cultivations was far inferior to Murong Junpeng's and the rest's, there were simply too many of them. The previously jolting sword diagram instantly steadied, and it sped even faster toward the center of the Divine Demon Blood Swamp.
Just as the sword diagrams were about to close, the blood mist above the Divine Demon Blood Swamp was squeezed into a struggling blood dragon! An enormous force suddenly surged from where the nine sword diagrams joined and crashed into them. With a crack, fissures immediately spread across the edges of the nine sword diagrams, and over a hundred weaker cultivators were actually thrown into the air by the impact.
Yet such details were hardly unexpected. Everyone had already thoroughly discussed matters when they received the jade pupils. The eighty-one cultivators roared in unison, and eighty-one pillars of qi that reached the heavens burst forth. Xiao Hua and the others simultaneously urged their True Qi. With a deafening boom, the blood dragon was seized by the neck by the sword diagrams and forcibly cleaved in two! The blood mist in