Cheng Mo and Situ Jian dared not face its edge.
The outer city gate was breached, Taixu Gate retreated steadily, falling back to the inner city.
The inner city stood tall, above the city gate, five-colored spiritual power circulated, formation patterns flickered with deep high-level brilliance.
No less than five sets, Five Elements defensive type, Second Grade Nineteen Patterns High-Level Formation.
And amidst the city walls, Mo Hua sat on the ground, his expression slightly solemn.
In front of him lay three Tai'a Spirit Swords for divine sense control, for long-range assassination.
Separated by a wall, both sides confronted each other.
One side had a top sect, top bloodline Heavenly Talent, Jinlin Bloodline Swordsmanship.
The other side was the Formation Leader, Second Grade High-Level Formation, and had the peculiar divine sense sword control.
In everyone's hearts, there was a tightening feeling.
They knew, this sword discussion had only now truly begun.
