Stay your sword?
Stay your--mother!
Meanwhile, with a sudden shout from the Xuan Miao Three Elders, Wang Shenyan, who had lost his focus, finally reacted and frantically unleashed his trump card with no delay.
"Seventy-Two Tianshu Sword Formation! Go!"
Wang Shenyan pointed to the sky.
Seventy-two Divine Swords descended from the heavens, appearing out of nowhere.
Condensed Tianshu Sword Formation.
Sword Intent the same.
Weaving the web of Sword Intent.
Constructing the Sword Intent's divine essence.
For a moment, the swords connected with the spirit of Heaven and Earth, enveloping Eight Wastelands and Ten Heavens. On the entire Hidden Cloud Island, everyone felt suddenly dragged into the world of Sword Dao; the sea before them was a sea of swords, the mountain before them was a mountain of swords, everything before them was filled with the sharpness of myriad swords.
