"Sword... come!!!"
In an instant, the winds and clouds changed color, and the fierce sword intent soared into the sky. Grass, trees, stones, everything could become a sword.
Within the Three Extremes Sect, countless disciples' long swords began to draw themselves without conscious action. Some were filled with panic and immediately grasped the hilt, but with the increasing turbulence of the long swords, they could not control them at all.
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!
One sword after another soared into the sky like arrows, converging toward the heavens. It was a magnificent scene, swords like rain rising to the sky, their sharpness shocking the heavens.
Even the black clouds in the void turned into the shape of sword hilts, gathering behind Jiang He, his white clothes fluttering with the wind. At this moment, he had truly become a Sword Immortal.
At this moment, he was the center of Heaven and Earth!
