Within the solitary peak, the earth fire nurtures warmth, unafraid of frost!
The spreading frost hasn't dissipated, yet Lin Tianyi's figure has already appeared on Ning Qingman's left side, the longsword in his hand swiftly tapping, sword qi transforming again.
No longer dots or surfaces, but countless strands of silver sword qi, fine as a hair, launching with unfathomable trajectories. Each sword qi resembles a miniature star, carrying a chilling, annihilating cosmic aura, leaving comet-like trails, surging from every direction, like a rushing star river, crashing fiercely into the weak points of the 'solitary peak'!
Its momentum continuous and unending, its transformations limitless.
Creation Sword Form — [Star River Reversal]!
Facing this inescapable, infinitely changing star river circulation, merely resisting stubbornly already appears clumsy.
