Zhao Huai fell from the sky, holding the Yu Sha forged from the Black Dragon Treasured Jade, and struck heavily.
A terrifyingly extreme river of sword qi erupted, as sharp as it could be, as if it could pierce through everything in the world.
The six life-bound flying swords hummed lightly, the swords sprouting like dragons, their trajectories unpredictable, with thousands of sword shadows appearing at the same time. Each sword shadow contained a large amount of fierce sword qi, and just a touch would be enough to be torn apart by the sword river.
Zhao Huai's eyes were cold, releasing the powerful sword Intention contained in his body without hesitation.
A whirlwind formed within a hundred-mile radius, the might of the Ethereal Form in Sword Skill Realm, awe-inspiring everyone present, with astonishment in their hearts.
"What a strong sword power!"
"Could he be a Sword Saint?"
"How is it possible! The human race hasn't produced a Sword Saint for hundreds of years!"
"Pah."