Rushing into the grotto, Fang Hao and Mu Fenghua were startled by the scene before them! My goodness, dozens of Sword Qi of various colors, as solid as real swords, buzzed like a disturbed hornet's nest, all turning at once with their tips pointed straight at them! That mixture of sharp Sword Intent was suffocating, making the air in the grotto feel as if it had solidified.
Mu Fenghua's face turned pale instantly, her hand holding the vermilion bird feather fan trembling slightly. Although she had many treasures, she had never seen such a formation! If these dozens of Sword Qi struck at once, even a Late Golden Core Stage cultivator would lose a layer of skin!
