Han Li's line of sight was blocked by the sea of swords before. When he saw the bloody sword light, it was too late to avoid it.
At this critical moment, he quickly recited the chant in his heart. The Spirit Cultivation Art was activated, and the Stunning Spirit Stab was suddenly launched.
At this moment, Xiong Shan only felt that a cold snort suddenly sounded in his mind. The voice was so cold that it froze his entire sea of consciousness in an instant. He was momentarily absent-minded.
The bloody sword light that was stabbing straight at Han Li suddenly trembled when it was ten meters away from him, and then there was a brief stagnation.
But it was this momentary change that changed the entire battle situation!
The Mantra Treasure Wheel in Han Li's body quickly reversed, and the Thunderstorm Wings on his back flapped rapidly. The Green Phoenix blood in his body was activated at the same time. His figure blurred, and he came to the side of the bloody sword light. The five flying swords in his hands concentrated on one point of the sword light and suddenly stabbed down.
"Bang", there was a loud noise!
The bloody sword light suddenly exploded, and the violent air waves rushed out, causing Han Li to vomit blood. He flew back for thousands of meters and crashed into the torrent of thousands of swords.
At the same time, in the bloody sword light that exploded, pieces of black iron pieces flew out, collided with each other in mid-air, and re-condensed into a black iron ticket.
A figure then staggered out of the void. His hair was disheveled, and his face was pale.
It was none other than Xiong Shan.
There was a huge bloody hole in his chest, and his heart had been completely crushed. His body was covered with dark red fine lines. It seemed to be intact, but in fact, it had been torn into countless pieces by the sword qi.
At this moment, he looked crazy. He held a long sword in one hand, and he walked step by step in the void toward the "Iron Ticket of Thousands of Swords".
However, with every step he took and every inch he moved forward, a piece of flesh would fall off his body. By the time he reached the side of the iron coupon, he had already become a bone-thin figure with only a snow-white sparkling skeleton remaining.
With a "pa" sound!
The golden long sword held in the skeleton's hand also broke apart, turning into countless fragments and scattering in all directions.
"Sou!"
A golden light flew out from the top of the skeleton's head and turned into a golden Nascent Soul that was only a few inches in size. It looked at Han Li, who was standing a few thousand feet away, with a face full of exhaustion. There seemed to be some doubts in its eyes, and it murmured.
"Could this be … fate …?"
With that said, the Nascent Soul also dissipated into a burst of golden light.
Han Li could not help but sigh inwardly as he watched all of this from afar.
He actually didn't have much hatred towards Xiong Shan, and it was even to a certain extent that he could be considered to be a kindred spirit. If it wasn't for Xiong Shan's obsession towards him being too deep, Chen Xi wouldn't even be willing to have this battle.
As soon as Xiong Shan died, the sword formation in the sky instantly went out of control. All the flying swords hanging in the sky fell down like a rainstorm and returned to the Lifeless Sea of Swords.
Han Li's figure flew up. He first waved casually and kept Xiong Shan's storage bracelet, then he stretched out his palm and grabbed the Ten Thousand Swords Iron Ticket in his hand. After that, his figure rose and fell a few times, and he once again landed on the floating altar.
He took a look at the iron ticket in his hand, only to find that it looked like a broken piece of porcelain. It was covered with extremely deep cracks as if he could completely break it if he exerted a little force.
Han Li pondered for a while, and his expression moved slightly.
At this time, he couldn't help but hesitate in his heart.
Previously, he had also seen the Vientiane Picture in the golden light curtain, so he knew how to activate this sword forging array. However, he was a little worried about this iron ticket. He didn't know if it could still be used as the array pivot to support him to complete the sword forging.
He thought for a moment, then he sat down cross-legged and put the iron ticket aside. He took out an elixir, took it, and closed his eyes to adjust his breath.
After a while, he stood up from the ground, picked up the Ten Thousand Swords Iron Ticket again, and spat out a mouthful of turbid air.
"No matter what, give it a try. It can be considered as completing your unfinished wish." Han Li's eyes slightly focused somewhere in the void, and said slowly.
After saying that, he threw his palm, and the black iron ticket shone brightly, flying back to the top of the altar.
As he muttered an incantation, the ten fingers of his hands changed like wheels, and the cloud under the altar was re-ignited, turning into a scarlet sea of fire.
…
At the same time, somewhere in the Netherfrost Immortal Mansion.
In the high sky, a green jade flying carriage of more than ten meters long flashed and sped by.
At the front of the flying carriage, a slender man stood tall, holding a round compass-shaped magic treasure in his hand. It was shrouded in a layer of white clouds, but in the middle of it, there was a red light spot that was constantly flashing.
"Hey, could it be the Tugu of the Samsara Temple?" The man was a little puzzled, and murmured softly.
The two golden-armored puppets standing behind him with long halberds in their hands were still standing solemnly, without the slightest reaction.
…
Halfway up the mountain of the Lifeless Sword Sect, Lu Yuqing held the silver long sword behind her back, looking up at the peak.
Thick clouds still obscured her vision. Previously, she could still hear the loud roars coming from above, and feel the astonishing fluctuations coming from above, but now it had stopped for a long time.
It seemed that some unforeseen event had happened there, but it had finally returned to peace.
At her feet, the few wooden puppets had long been broken and scattered on the ground.
Lu Yuqing's eyes flashed slightly, and after hesitating for a while, she lifted her feet and began to slowly walk up the stone steps, gradually moving in the direction of the peak.
…
After an unknown period of time.
On the floating altar, Han Li's whole body was surging with green light, and he was already sweating profusely.
His seventy-two Bamboo Cloudswarm Swords were now hovering above the hollow area in the middle of the altar, arranged in a special shape, like a sword formation, with golden electric threads circling between them, emitting bursts of surging electric currents.
In the raging flames below, there were light balls of Sword Yuan of various colors constantly floating up, pouring into the swords.
As time passed, the number of swords in the sea of swords decreased, and the Bamboo Cloudswarm Swords absorbed more and more Sword Yuan. The aura of the seventy-two flying swords became stronger and stronger.
Han Li stared at all this, and he became more and more nervous.
When the last dozens of Sword Yuan poured into the swords, they were broken down and swallowed by the golden electric threads, suddenly there was a "crack" in the sky.
"Oh no …" Han Li's heart suddenly tightened, and he cried out in alarm.
As soon as he finished speaking, the Ten Thousand Swords Iron Ticket suspended in the sky bloomed with dazzling golden light, and looked like it was about to collapse.
With Xiong Shan as an example, Han Li was very clear about the consequences of the iron ticket collapsing. He hurriedly rolled up his sleeves, wanting to pull the Bamboo Cloudswarm Swords out of the altar and escape.
However, as soon as his magical power came into contact with his Natal Flying Sword, there was a burst of electric light mixed with majestic Sword Qi on the sword, and his sleeves were shattered into pieces.
His body also felt numb, and he could not move for a moment.
At this moment, the storage bracelet on his wrist suddenly flashed with a white light, and a slender, palm-sized, strange jade token flew out from it, and went straight for the Ten Thousand Swords Iron Ticket.
"That is …" Han Li's eyes narrowed, and he looked at the object, puzzled.
However, he quickly remembered the origin of the object. It was from the Sacred Puppet Sect Elder, Qi Heng.
When Qi Heng had fought with him, he had also used the Lifeless Sword Sect's Seven Killing Sword Formation. It seemed that the strange jade token was originally from the Lifeless Sword Sect!
While Han Li was still in shock, he saw the jade token suddenly shine brightly, and became extremely transparent. Inside it, there were golden light threads condensing into four small ancient characters:
"Lifeless Sword Resolve"
After the golden characters appeared, the white jade token and the light of the Ten Thousand Swords Iron Ticket gradually merged into one.
There was a loud "boom".
The light in the sky above the altar suddenly dimmed, and a thick, dark cloud of unknown origin covered the sky. Inside the cloud, there were flashes of green and purple light, and there were bursts of rolling thunder.
On the surrounding eight coiling dragon pillars, the eyes of the eight dragon heads suddenly flashed with golden light, as if they had suddenly come to life, and emitted waves of monstrous flames, as if they were going to fly from the eight giant pillars in the next moment.
Immediately after, the eight dragon mouths opened one after another, and spewed out rolling red flames towards the center of the altar. The huge flames converged in mid-air, and turned into a tumbling sea of fire.
Seeing this, Han Li had just regained his senses, and he immediately dashed out, and stood outside the altar.
In the sea of fire, the raging flames poured down, and in an instant, the entire altar was swallowed up.
At the same time, there was a thunderous sound in the sky, and a green and purple thunder fell from the dark cloud, submerging into the blazing flames, and did not stop for a long time.
Within the lightning and the blazing flames, the Green Bamboo Cloudswarm Swords could no longer be seen, and even the Divine Sense could not penetrate it.
The sword-forging furnace that could smelt tens of thousands of swords was finally formed!
Han Li's expression was complicated, and he sat down far away in the air, and focused his attention on the altar.
Time flew by, and it was already three days later.
On the eight coiling dragon pillars around the altar, the eight dragon heads still opened their mouths, and spewed rolling red flames towards the altar.
The sea of fire that had engulfed the entire altar was even larger than three days ago.
In mid-air, a green and purple thunder fell from the dark cloud, and crashed into the blazing flames. The area was also much larger than before.
Han Li stood near the sea of fire, and his expression was calm. It seemed that the injuries he had suffered in the previous battle had already recovered, but he looked slightly anxious.
He had actually spent so much time refining the swords this time, and it was completely out of his control. He wanted to speed up the process, but he could not interfere, and could only wait at the side. Fortunately, Xue Han and the others had not appeared.
In the Taoist temple below, a beautiful girl dressed in black stood there. It was Lu Yuqing, who had arrived at some point.
This girl walked around the Taoist temple as if she was taking a leisurely stroll. Sometimes she stopped in front of a dilapidated pavilion, and sometimes she squatted in front of a dried well that was covered in moss.