"Beidou Sword Formation!"
Seven Golden Core Realm experts unleashed thunderous methods, and the three-foot Cold Sword in their hands was entwined with starlight, dazzling immensely, as if numerous brilliant stars were adorning the sword's body, extraordinarily magnificent.
"Thrust! Thrust! Thrust!"
Blades of swords, razor-sharp, accompanied by a cold, electric glow, stabbed towards Ye Xuan.
The grip of Ye Xuan's hand was shattered, blood flowed incessantly. He grasped the sharp longsword tightly, the blood dyeing the longsword red, with cold, fierce bloodlight bursting forth from the sword.
"As long as the sword stands, my heart will not die! No matter how strong you are, what can you do to me? Slash!"
Ye Xuan, driving his blood-soaked and wounded body, forcibly wielded the sharp longsword. Waves of ferocity, like a sea rising up to the sky, erupted once more from within Ye Xuan.
