"What sword technique is this? How can there be myriad strands of sword intent without using the Green Mountain Sword Dao? True Person Jingyang... is truly extraordinary."
Sword Immortal Ensheng had left the Medical Pod and stood on the cold alloy floor, watching the images on the Light Screen, his heart burning. He sighed in admiration. "He's already this powerful without waking up. What would happen if he woke? All right, you can't really wake up anyway."
Yes, Jing Jiu had not woken.
If he truly woke, he would become a sword.
At this moment, he was in fact a sword, but there was no need to worry about the Green Mountain Patriarch putting him into a scabbard-the blue cord of light the Green Mountain Patriarch had left around his wrist was the outward manifestation of the New Heaven-Bearing Sword. The New Heaven-Bearing Sword was a program; as long as his spiritual world remained empty, he would not be controlled.
Every monster on the planet had been sliced into fragments by this sword, then frozen into grains of snow by the bitter cold.
He still held up his right hand, and those nine truly terrifying monsters still hung high in the sky.
Those enormous black Mother Nests emanated an evil, chilling aura, showing no reaction to the myriad rays of light surging up from the ground.
Countless invisible metal threads reached the edge of the atmosphere, scattered like fireworks, and stabbed toward the Mother Nests.
There was no sound, nor any change.
Those invisible metal threads remained invisible.
The Heavy Ions Cannon, which could kill even General Li, actually had no effect whatsoever on these highest-order monsters of the Dark Matter Sea.
Jing Jiu perceived it very clearly: those fine metal threads had not touched the bodies of the Mother