Sword Qi turned into a river!
Cui Daoxian exhibited his power to the utmost, vast and boundless.
The sky filled with sweeping sword qi, mixed with its supreme sword intent.
An Jing stood under the limitless sword qi, like a small boat in a storm, unstable and drifting.
Everyone could see the helplessness of the Ghost Swordsman, as if in the next moment he would be ground into dust by that sword intent.
An Jing held the Evil Suppressing Sword in his hand and thought to himself in awe, "Worthy of the Heavenly Sword, one of the top five Sword Immortals."
His thoughts rapidly turning, An Jing gripped the Evil Suppressing Sword tightly.
The sword intent within his body also instantly condensed, as if countless threads converged to form a giant sword made of sword intent.
Lou Xiangzhen and Cui Daoxian could both feel the vastness of the sword intent.
