Sword Canon

Faced with the Sword Saints' berserk assault, Heng Hua remained utterly composed.

This was no longer the time from a year ago, when he had only just entered sainthood and attained the Dao, his foundations still unstable.

Over the past year, Fu Henghua had also reconstructed his combat arts in accordance with his current Creation Dao Body and Dao Fruit.

Sword Qi, fine as green silk threads, intertwined endlessly around Heng Hua.

The immortal sword Qi that shook the starry river and cloud-piercing heavens was swept aside by the "Sword Silk."

Mu Shansheng's towering Heavenly Sword, crashing down from the sky, was stirred through twelve circles by the "Sword Silk" before reversing course and blasting toward the Jade Radiance Sword Sage.

Immediately afterward, Heng Hua's body dispersed into a pure wind and vanished from where he stood.

Wind Lock—Wind Butterfly—

A hurricane abruptly condensed layer upon layer of Wind Swords, stirring delicate yet resilient threads of Sword Qi and weaving them into an airtight ribbon of silk that shrouded the Myriad Forms Sword Sage.

Five-colored streams of light flowed in dazzling brilliance. The resplendent sword-clouds transformed by the Myriad Forms Sword Sage's blade were stained by the "Sword Silk," instantly becoming streaks of color upon brocade.

"Cloud-Weaving Art, Color Art, Ink-Painting Art..."

Ji Mingfeng stood in the distance, his eyes shining as he hurriedly painted the scene of Fu Henghua battling the Sword Saints.

"Does this thing of yours even count as a sword?"

The Jade Radiance Sword Sage and Mu Shansheng spoke in unison. Both withdrew their swords at once and once again closed in on Fu Henghua.

Yet the longer they fought Fu Henghua, the graver their expressions became.

Unlike a year ago, Fu Henghua now resembled a vast marsh whose depths could not be fathomed. No one