The sword spirit sensed a looming danger.
In an instant, countless sword intents erupted!
Sword intent soared skyward, shaking the heavens!
But under the suppression of the willow tree, that sword intent was unable to attack Mu Ziqing and the Netherworld King.
In the face of the willow tree, this sword spirit was no more than a child.
Within the space encircled by willow branches, it crashed about wildly!
Buzzzzz!
The sword spirit trembled ceaselessly!
Letting out mournful sword cries!
Meanwhile, the Netherworld King's gaze was stern, his finger pointing out as a stream of energy locked onto the sword spirit!
Then, sword intent swept out, wrapping tightly around the sword spirit!
He aimed to guide it into the Dark Demon Sword.
But if a sword spirit could be merged into the Dark Demon Sword so easily,
Mu Ziqing's clan would not be so plagued with worry.
For a sword spirit to be formed, two conditions must be met.
