It's still Lingyu Mountain.
But the night has faded, and the strange scene of Fengdu is lost.
The dawn's soft light streams from the east, warm and gentle, yet to those accustomed to the night, it feels somewhat glaring.
"Ah! It's a sword!"
Someone exclaimed, as the light probes in, falling into the eyes, penetrating the soul, and amazingly revealing a true form: countless tiny, fragmented light swords.
The light scatters across the heavens, the swords are endless.
Under the endless sword light, it descends like a sword rain, striking fiercely at Hua Changdeng, who was still defending against the 10 Sections of the Finger Sword in front.
"Ten Thousand Sword Technique! Is this the Ten Thousand Sword Technique from the Fantasy Sword Technique?"
"If it's Fantasy Sword Technique, should it be defended against or not?"
"If it's the Ten Thousand Sword Technique and not defended against, one can only be pierced through, turned into a porcupine!"
