The long knife slashed, the greatsword swept across the neck...
The heavy spear spun around, the dual axes intersected...
"Hahaha!"
Xiao Kongtong cried out in pain, yet laughed wantonly, a laugh that sent chills down the spines of those watching the battle.
A desperate situation!
Truly a desperate situation!
Is this the Last Moment of Consciousness?
In the chaotic Lingyu Mountain, between the Land of Screen and Candles, Xiao Kongtong completely released himself, dedicating himself to the Path of the Ancient Swordsman.
"The dazzling sun rises as the sword awakens, the biting cold wind sings my intent."
"Rather than lying together in the tomb, it's better to play the clear and bright spirit drama."
A ethereal chant descended from the Nine Heavens, capturing the attention of all, but the sound of the sword phrase moved them, the Kongtong Formless Sword gleamed with brilliant silver light, as the ultimate elegy:
"Heavenly Unravel · Kongtong Formless!"
