Chapter 129 - Hexagonal Sword Formation
Even though Su Zimo was still calm upon hearing that, the many disciples below were shocked and excited.
“Senior Brother Feng’s finally about to use the sect’s secret skill!”
“I heard that it’s one of the three major secret skills, Ethereal Sword! Through the ethereal plains, the sword is nowhere to be seen!”
“Ethereal Sword is one of the strongest sword kinesis skills within our Great Zhou Dynasty. Finally, we’ll get to see it today!”
Most of the people present were trial disciples of the five peaks who usually would not have a chance to catch a glimpse of the sect’s secret skills. Right now, their eyes were all widened in anticipation.
The disheveled old man frowned. He looked at Wen Xuan and said in a deep voice, “Let’s stop the battle here and consider it as a draw between both parties.”
In all fairness, for Feng Haoyu to have to use the sect’s secret skills against Su Zimo, he had already lost in the first place.
Even though having six inferior-grade spirit weapons was amazing, they were not match against the sect’s secret skill.
Sensing the disheveled old man’s worries, the brown haired youth comforted, “No matter what, that lad is truly talented in weapon refinement still. As long as we nurture him well, he can still make waves through the sect competition.”
What the brown haired youth meant was that even if Su Zimo lost this match, it would not affect his status in the sect.
After all, everyone had their own specialties.
Su Zimo was talented in weapon and elixir refinement while Feng Haoyu was good in fighting – the both of them had different advantages.
However, no one realized that Xuan Yi who was standing beside the brown haired youth was incomparably nervous. He watched Su Zimo fixedly with a deep excitement in his eyes.
“Indeed, six flying swords alone won’t be enough to defend against the sect’s secret skill. But, it it was…”
In the spirit arena.
Feng Haoyu’s expression changed momentarily when he saw the six flying swords summoned by Su Zimo. However, that change disappeared almost instantly as he scoffed coldly, “Su Zimo, you’re way too naive! You really think that you can defend against my sword just because you have six inferior-grade flying swords?”
“Go!”
A cold glint flashed in Feng Haoyu’s eyes as he hollered. The sword tore through the voids with a chilling aura, letting out a soul-rattling explosion!
A series of shadows formed behind the sword, confusing any onlookers.
Su Zimo was calm as he waved his hands continuously, controlling the six flying swords in the air.
Swoosh, swoosh, swoosh!
The six flying swords intertwined, leaving streams of sword qi.
The Tripartite Sword Formation was a triangular sword formation.
The Hexagonal Sword Formation was an evolution of that. By combining two Tripartite Sword Formations, it formed the Hexagonal Sword Formation!
It was a great enhancement be it in terms of offense or defense!
“What is this?”
“Eh? That hexagonal star formed by the sword formation looks familiar?”
“I think… that’s the emblem on Peak Master Xuan Yi’s sleeves!”
Everyone instinctively looked towards Xuan Yi.
By now, Xuan Yi had already stood up and was visibly emotional as he nodded. “Good, good! Well done! You have actually managed to master the Hexagonal Sword Formation!”
All other four peak masters let out looks of disbelief.
There was only a single Sword Formation Master within the sect – Xuan Yi.
As Golden Cores, they naturally knew how difficult it would be to become Sword Formation Masters.
The hexagonal emblem etched on Xuan Yi’s sleeves was a display of his pride.
And now, the Hexagonal Sword Formation has appeared once more. However, it came from the hands of a Qi Refinement Warrior – that shocked everyone!
Ethereal Peak, within Ethereal Palace.
Sect Master Ling Yun’s heart skipped a beat as he suddenly opened his eyes. A strange glint flashed in his eyes as he murmured, “The Hexagonal Sword Formation?”
Above the clouds in the skies of Array Peak, a gigantic pair of wings were faintly visible. A pair of eyes were also silently watching everything unfold in the spirit arena.
“Fufu, that lad. Not bad, not bad at all.”