Li Daozi stared at Ye Futian. The two of them had both comprehended 79 swords, and thus were well matched in terms of how well they were able to use the sword will of the sword peaks. Victory or defeat would be determined by their own power then.
Li Daozi's body shone brilliantly. He formed a seal with both hands, and dazzling light bloomed from his body. Endless sword Qi flowed over him and swept up into the sky where it formed a divine sword.
When this sword was formed, there was endless chanting between heaven and earth, and it seemed as if all things were bowing down to it.
This was Li Daozi's sword spirit. In the instant that it appeared, strange illusions appeared in the sky, and endless sword light shone. Golden runes descended from on high, filling the vast area. Each one seemed to contain sword will.
