At that moment, Yin San thought Jing Jiu had awakened, and his expression changed slightly.
Only in the next moment did he realize that this Zhuxian Sword Formation possessed a little of its form and intent, but lacked much of its spirit of slaughtering gods and immortals.
The Bone Flute rose against the wind, using the air to play several exceptionally bright notes in succession, like the ringing of swords.
The little sword rose soundlessly and tangled with the Nondual Sword.
The Bone Flute met the Universe Edge, which crashed toward him like a mountain, and the First Child Sword, cool and clear as water.
Countless genuine sword cries rang out. Sword light flashed incessantly inside the Old Nunnery. The low table and incense burner instantly shattered into powder, and gouges several feet deep appeared in the beams.
Gu Qing stood up, gripping the Universe Edge in both hands, and silently, calmly executed the sword arts he knew best-Heaven-Bearing and Six Dragons.
The First Child Sword and Nondual Sword unleashed one exquisite move after another. Even the Unthought Sword, in the form of a Sword Restraint, attacked with its intent. Most formidable, of course, was the Zhuxian Sword Formation Ping Yongjia had fashioned from sword intent. Though it fell short of the power Jing Jiu had displayed a century ago, its sword intent remained chilling, as though all the killing intent between heaven and earth lay within it.
Even a Heaven-Connecting Realm powerhouse like Fang Jingtian would have had to take these swords and people of Divine End Peak seriously if he faced them all at once.
Yet Yin San sat calmly in his chair, waving the Bone Flute seemingly at random with his right hand, keeping every one of those terrifying swords and their intent at bay.
The Bone