As a transmigrator, Zhou Heng possessed a heaven-defying talent and an unparalleled background—he was undoubtedly one of the most elite disciples!
However, what he didn’t expect was… th...
So he started practicing Taiyi sword technique again.
At that moment, the countless black swords below him began to stir.
A handful of Xuanxian were surging on the stone wall, as if they could be pulled out at any time.
"Oh my god, what's going on!"
The fat guy just now started swearing.
"Is this... the return of all swords?"
"No... This is our Sword Controlling Sect's sword technique!"
"This is our sword-controlling technique! But why is his technique different from ours?
"His mental method has become even more mysterious! I can feel it!"
“…”
The people below also started talking.
And Zhou Heng, who was above, could still feel the pressure from the countless immortal swords above his head.
His scalp had already started to be pierced.
Blood then covered his entire body.
"Damn it! Come on, I will use this opportunity of enlightenment to comprehend the supreme sword art!"
"Kendo! Open! Open! Open!"
Zhou Heng finally made a decision to let the ancient gods complete their mission and give them the opportunity to gain enlightenment and comprehend the supreme swordsmanship.
“Buzz!”
After he finished speaking, the entire world suddenly emitted the sound of swords.
All around him and in the sky, countless golden lotuses appeared.
Above these golden lotuses, there are countless immortal swords inserted into them.
"This is... Kendo!"
"Kendo! I saw Kendo!"
"Can't miss this opportunity, hurry up, understand!"
“…”
The disciples around were amazed when they saw the strange sword phenomena caused by Zhou Heng.
Some who have already gained insights began to sit cross-legged and comprehend their own swordsmanship.