In Gu Zhan's mind, the system prompt sounded.
Gu Zhan drew his sword, quickly stood up, his expression somewhat serious as he looked in the direction of Qi Baiyu and the others,
there, a sword!
...
On Danyang Mountain, rain and snow danced chaotically, as if the white snow covering the wilderness rushed back into the clouds at that moment, and the torrential rain in the sky shattered piece by piece like the snowflakes,
due to the endless sword curtain,
the entire Danyang Mountain seemed to be filled with limitless sword intent,
meanwhile, dense swords flying from various locations of Danyang Mountain filled the sky, the dark sky suddenly hummed with buzzes like a swarm of bees, quickly forming a dense rain of swords in the sky, hundreds upon thousands of flying swords appeared.
Those swords madly gathered, as abundant sword qi and fierce gang qi clashed, lightning intertwined, hissing and crackling, piercing the eardrums, a terrifying giant sword condensed, spanning the sky,
