Twelve treasured swords circled in the air, forming an astonishing sword formation. Waves of profoundly mysterious Daoist Rhyme descended from above, enveloping several miles around and trapping Daoist Ku Yun within.
The second level of the Four Seasons Sword Formation, the Twelve-Month Sword Formation!
"This is a sword formation!"
"Well, brat, I didn't expect you to have so many tricks. But you're a Battle King. Even with a sword formation, what can you do to me?"
"Break!"
Daoist Ku Yun growled, then raised his hand and unleashed a sinister, domineering surge of Daoist Rhyme. Black flames rushed out in every direction.
But as the sword formation's Daoist Rhyme flowed, a piercing blast of Sword Qi howled forth like a cold wind blowing through the depths of winter.
Under this Sword Qi, the black flames actually began to unravel.
"Playing with fire, are you?" Chu Kuangren smiled faintly.
Within the sword formation, the Daoist Rhyme shifted, and a blazing sun suddenly rose. As its light shone, streams of Sword Qi intertwined into a surging sea of fire, scorching Elder Yun until he was covered in soot.
"What sword formation is this?! How can it be so powerful?!" Elder Yun was terrified. He had seen plenty of formations, but never a sword formation wielded by a Battle King that could drive him this far.
Like the cloning technique, this sword formation left him shaken.
These were all abilities beyond his understanding.
"How could a Battle King possess such methods? Who exactly are you?!" Elder Yun demanded loudly, staring at Chu Kuangren outside the sword formation, his eyes filled with intense hatred and bewilderment.
"Take a guess." Chu Kuangren smiled faintly.
With a thought, he set the Daoist Rhyme flowing within the sword formation. Countless streams of Sword Qi intertwined into scenes of