That's where Feng Tianwu stood.

Now, the 'sword-shaped flame' on Feng Tianwu's body is constantly rolling and burning, and the fierce aura permeating the flame is still rising.

"This breath..."

After just one glance, Duan Lingtian's pupils couldn't help but shrink.

sky!

What did he find?!

At this moment, his extended mental power clearly sensed:

The "sword's artistic conception" filled with sword-shaped flames on Feng Tianwu's body has actually transformed from the "low-level sword's artistic conception" to the "middle-level sword's artistic conception".

And it’s not an ordinary ‘intermediate sword’s artistic conception’.

"The artistic conception of the seventh-level intermediate sword!"

At the same time, Duan Lingtian subconsciously raised his head and looked at the vision of heaven and earth in the void above Feng Tianwu's head.

On one side of the thousand ancient horned dragon phantoms, there were eighty ancient horned dragon phantoms hovering there, winding down, lifelike and rainbow-like.

The artistic conception of the sword is comparable to the power of eighty ancient horned dragons...
Chapter completed!