The fifteen swords revolved around Wu Tian faster and faster. In the end, no one could see their shadows at all. They could only faintly feel that something seemed to be encircling Wu Tian's head.
"Up you go."
With a loud shout, Wu Tian's sword, which was around his real name, soared to the sky, and the light on his body was even brighter. His hands were constantly forming complicated and incomprehensible handprints, and his mouth was vaguely muttering strange notes. Gradually, the sword began to tremble.
"Spiritual Strength, Life Strength, Blazing!"
The light on Wu Tian's body became even brighter, as if the afternoon sun was so bright that one couldn't look straight at it.
The sword of the origin trembled even more violently, as if it had encountered something terrible. The fierce a
