So fragile... Xu Xiaoshou almost laughed out loud as he gained a new understanding of the ancient swordsman's fragile defense.
"Elder Gu is injured!"
Feng Zhongzui jumped three feet high in shock, "He was wounded by his own sword, what kind of peerless great... wait, there's a twist!"
As soon as these words fell, a deathly intent filled the air around Gu Yu, and Mei Ziyu split into eight more swords within the Planting Eight Swords, reforming the sword formation.
"Harvesting Autumn!"
The heavy Life Authority, once inserted into Mei Ziyu's sword formation, transformed into a pervasive intent of demise.
"Winter Storage!"
Gu Yu's aura quickly returned to its pinnacle, and likewise gripping the formless Mei Ziyu, he fixed his vigilant gaze on the young man opposite him.
He dared not underestimate Xu Xiaoshou any longer!
With one sword sheathed, the power of vegetation's life and death was completely absorbed into Mei Ziyu's sword body.