Chapter 285 [Ten Thousand Swords Return to the Sect]

Li Chengqian was quietly suspended in the air, as if he had merged into one with the sword intent surging between heaven and earth.

He was wearing a light blue robe that fluttered gently in the wind like a flowing painting.

The robe was embroidered with delicate silver thread patterns, which set off the faint halo radiating from the body, adding a sense of elegance and transcendence.

His sleeves rustled, as if he were an immortal descending to earth.

The young man had a delicate and handsome face, and his brows revealed a kind of heroic spirit that made him look majestic without even being angry.

His eyes are as deep as the stars in the night sky, shining with wisdom and perseverance;

His nose was straight, his lips were tightly closed, and occasionally a confident curve appeared at the corners of his mouth.

Her black hair draped over her shoulders, gently fluttering in the wind, glistening in the sunlight, adding a touch of unrestrained charm.

At this moment, Li Chengqian was like a sword drawn from its sheath, his fierce aura soaring into the sky.

I saw him with his hands hanging naturally at his sides, his palms slightly open outward, as if he was ready to meet any challenges that were about to come.

There was a faint white airflow lingering around his body, like a tiny tornado, making him look even more mysterious.

The most striking thing is that he holds a simple yet elegant long sword in his right hand.

The sword is about three feet long, with a cold blue glow all over. The blade is moderately thick and has smooth and natural lines.

The most special thing is that the tip of the sword is slightly upturned, shaped like a dragon head, and lifelike.

Whenever Li Chengqian swung his sword, tiny but sharp energy would shoot out from the tip of the sword, leaving gorgeous tracks in the air, as dazzling as a meteor across the night sky.

In this space filled with powerful spiritual fluctuations, Li Chengqian is like a sword god standing proudly on the top of a mountain, interpreting the highest realm of "the unity of man and sword" in his own unique way.

Whether it is his calm expression or his innate righteousness, people can't help but feel awe.

In that fantasy world that seemed like a different world, an unprecedented spectacle was taking place.

As a long and far-reaching dragon roar sounded, the sky, which was originally as calm as a mirror, suddenly became turbulent.

Countless flying swords seemed to be summoned by some mysterious power and gathered from all directions. They either broke out from deep underground, or flew down from gaps in the clouds, and some even appeared directly from the void. Each ray of sword light shone with dazzling light.

These flying swords are of various shapes and sizes. Some are as slender as willow leaves, light and graceful;
Some are rough and heavy, extremely powerful; others are strange in shape and difficult to describe.

But no matter what style, each flying sword exudes its own unique temperament and spirituality, together forming this shocking picture.

They flew and circled in the air at extremely fast speeds, forming complex and exquisite formations, like notes dancing in the sky, playing a magnificent symphony.

As more and more flying swords joined this grand gathering, the entire illusion seemed to be shrouded in a layer of dazzling sword light.

The originally azure sky was gradually filled with dense sword shadows, and the sun, moon, and stars were all obscured.

At this moment, the whole world seemed to be left with only the rain of swords flying in the sky and the sound of swords constantly echoing in the ears.

Suddenly, all the flying swords stopped dancing at the same time, suspended in the air motionless, as if waiting for some important moment to come.

The next moment, a beam of extremely dazzling light suddenly burst out from the end of the sky, and then an extremely huge golden flying sword slowly emerged above the swords.

The main sword was golden in color, emitting a warm and sacred glow, and its tip pointed straight to the sky, as if it was about to pierce through the void and reach beyond the nine heavens. As everyone watched with bated breath, a miracle happened.

All the flying swords began a new round of more violent vibrations at the same time, and quickly moved towards the main sword at a speed visible to the naked eye.

They either flew individually, or in groups of three or five, or gathered in hundreds or thousands, eventually converging into torrents of swords, rushing in the same direction.

The strength and momentum of this force are simply breathtaking.

When the last flying sword successfully merged into the main sword, the entire illusion seemed to have reached its climax.

The once brilliant and dazzling golden flying sword has now become even larger and more majestic, with circles of colorful halos surrounding it, like a rising sun, illuminating all things in the world.

At the same time, a low and solemn chanting sound came from all directions, accompanied by bursts of crisp and pleasant sword sounds, pushing this visual feast to a climax.

Finally, under the awe-inspiring gazes of all living beings, this super flying sword that gathered the power of thousands of swords slowly descended and gently inserted into the land in the center of the illusion.

As it landed, the entire world seemed to tremble for a moment, and then everything returned to its original calm.

However, the flying swords that had participated in this event did not leave, but continued to surround the main sword, forming a huge and spectacular circle, guarding every inch of this land.

At this moment, no matter who is there, one cannot help but feel shocked and in awe of what is happening before their eyes.

This was not just a simple gathering of flying swords, but more like a grand ceremony that transcended the boundaries of time and space, witnessing a miracle that could only happen in legends: "The return of all swords to their origin."

In this process, each flying sword demonstrated its unique power and beauty, and also interpreted the infinite possibilities that unity and cooperation can bring.

Such a spectacular and shocking scene is enough to be remembered for a lifetime.

the other side.

Ning Yao stood tall and straight, like a pine tree standing proudly in the wind and snow. Where she stood seemed to be the focus of the whole world.

Her pure white gown swayed gently in the wind, and her fluttering sleeves gave her a sense of elegance and agility, which formed a sharp contrast with her strong and resolute character.

Under the long gown, the outline of tight-fitting armor can be vaguely seen, which not only highlights his slender and well-built figure, but also demonstrates his extraordinary status as a warrior.

Her hair was as black as ink, casually tied up with a simple wooden hairpin. A few strands of hair fell softly in front of her forehead, adding a touch of casual beauty.

The delicate facial features are as three-dimensional as if they were carved by a knife or an axe, especially the bright and clear eyes, which seem to be able to see into people's hearts and reveal endless wisdom and firm belief.

His nose was straight and his lips were tightly pursed, revealing a sense of awe and dignity that could not be violated.

At this moment, Ning Yao was holding a long sword with an ancient shape in his hand. The sword was transparent all over, as if carved from ice crystals, emitting bursts of coldness.

The sword tip was extremely sharp, and it shone with a cold light under the sunlight. Whenever she swung the sword, her movements were as natural and smooth as flowing water. Wherever the sword tip passed, the air seemed to be cut open, making a slight "chi chi" sound, which made people hold their breath involuntarily.

It seemed as if some kind of wonderful connection had been established between the man and the sword, and they cooperated with each other perfectly.

Every time Ning Yao swung his sword, he could accurately capture the opponent's weakness and quickly deliver a fatal blow, demonstrating his extraordinary fighting talent.

When she is still, she is like an immortal statue, exuding an otherworldly aura that makes people feel awe.

(End of this chapter)