Han Muye raised his hand, and sword intent surged in his sea of Qi.
A sword light appeared.
Another sword intent shone brightly in the void.
Another.
Another.
Another.
At this moment, there was only sword light in the world!
Sword light filled the sky.
Twenty-three sword intents were divided into seven colors. Countless sword Qi scattered like wind and rain.
Two red and blue sword lights that were like pillars of light caused the world to tremble!
"Lunatic…"
Daoist Dayan's voice sounded with a hint of fear. "How much sword intent did you refine?
"No, there are still two sword momentums. There are a total of three sword momentums. How did your lifespan and body withstand them…"
Hearing his words, Han Muye's gaze landed on the sword lights.
Some of these sword lights had stayed in his sea of Qi for months.
Some of them were absorbed into his Qi Sea when he first started cultivating.