In the valley.
Nangong Huang, Murong Xuan, and the other Daoist Seeds fought fiercely against the Sword Qi Clone.
They unleashed all manner of supreme Sword Dao techniques, including no shortage of Sage Laws, their peerless might shaking heaven and earth.
But Chu Kuangren's Sword Qi Clone was far too powerful. Its Sword Qi was incomparably pure, and its Sword Dao Rhythm outright overwhelmed everyone present. No matter what methods they employed, they could do nothing against it.
The Sword Qi Clone raised its hand and delivered a sword strike at Murong Xuan. Sword Qi surged, carrying a boundlessly terrifying Sword Dao Rhythm.
Faced with this power, Murong Xuan's pupils contracted. He could not contend with it at all. The Sword Qi blasted him nearly a thousand feet away, smashing a large crater into the ground. He felt as though every bone in his body was about to shatter.
He spat out a mouthful of blood. The intense pain left him unable to move. Looking at the seemingly invincible Sword Qi Clone, a thought suddenly occurred to Murong Xuan... Lying here isn't so bad.
But just then, a gentle breeze brushed over his body, carrying a mysterious Daoist Rhyme and the power of vitality, rapidly healing his injuries.
Before long, his injuries had mostly healed.
From not far away, Chu Kuangren smiled at him. "What are you still lying there for? Slacking off? That won't do. Go on, get back in there."
The corner of Murong Xuan's mouth twitched, but then he looked toward the Sword Qi Clone, fighting spirit gleaming in his eyes, and charged forward again with his sword.
"Nine Suns Divine Art, Seven Suns Slash!"
Daoist Rhyme circulated around his body, and an incomparably scorching Daoist Rhyme surged out, forming seven enormous fireballs. They hovered in midair