A thousand miles of desolation, ten thousand feet of killing intent.
The closer you get to Jun Mountain, the more you can feel the omnipresent and all-encompassing killing intent.
"Sword Qi has already replaced the presence of air."
Qing Yu stepped into Jun Mountain, exhaling slightly, sounding the melody of battle.
The True Qi contained in that breath and the Sword Qi as fine as air constantly clashed, ringing with metallic sounds, as if two martial artists were engaged in fierce combat.
"After the last battle, the Sword God has further improved." Qing Yu moved slowly, every step forward seeming to traverse through a thousand sharp swords.
Sword Qi, Sword Qi, Sword Qi — as far as the eye could see, it was all Sword Qi, the air was Sword Qi, the mountain was Sword Qi. This Jun Mountain had been invaded by Sword Qi, becoming a Sword Mountain.
