Meng Fan's voice echoed throughout the entire underground space.
Over a hundred long swords hovered in the air, their Sword Qi crisscrossing sharply, creating an overwhelming sense of oppression that made one's heart tremble.
Even Ye Fei and the other cultivators at the Condensation Pill Realm felt a chill in their hearts.
At this moment, they suddenly remembered that Meng Fan had already received the inheritance of the Sword Immortal of Alchemy.
However, they never expected that this guy, who had just accepted the inheritance, could already perform the famous sword formation technique of the Sword Immortal of Alchemy.
The six Condensation Pill cultivators exchanged glances, their eyes filled with fear.
The reputation of the Sword Immortal of Alchemy's sword formation technique was too intimidating, making them lose the will to fight.
Ye Fei shouted at Meng Fan, "In that case, today my Ye family will give the Shu Mountain Sword Sect some face. Retreat!"
The face of the Shu Mountain Sword Sect was indeed significant, but if they killed Meng Fan, the news would never reach Shu Mountain.
As for Ye Qingyu, she was, after all, a member of the Ye family, and they had ways to deal with her.
But all of this was based on the premise that they could kill Meng Fan!
Now, however, they felt that if the fight continued, they would most likely be the ones to die.
Fear of death!
It's a common trait in everyone.
In less than ten breaths, the members of the Ye family retreated through the tunnel, coming and going in a hurry without any hesitation.
Only Ye Qingyu's mother was cursing unwillingly, but Ye Fei slapped her hard twice.
Originally, this woman's face had been slashed by Meng Fan, shattering her cheekbone and knocking out several teeth.
Now, after being slapped by Ye Fei, the few remaining teeth were knocked out again.
Pitiful.
Deserved!
Meng Fan let out a long breath as the Spiritual Swords clattered to the ground.
Although the scene just now was terrifying and had an impressive effect, it was somewhat of a paper tiger.
The reason Meng Fan mentioned ten breaths was because he could only maintain control of the Sword Pellet and perform the Small Thousand Sword Formation for ten breaths.
Once it exceeded ten breaths, he would be exhausted, his True Qi and Divine Sense depleted, unable to hold on!
Moreover, even within those ten breaths, he could only manage one powerful strike.
The Small Thousand Sword Formation looked astonishing and terrifying, but ultimately, it was controlled by Meng Fan, a cultivator at the second level of the Heavenly Origin Realm.
He could use the Sword Pellet to control over a hundred Spiritual Swords at once, but the power was somewhat lacking.
With his already low cultivation level spread across over a hundred Spiritual Swords, how much power could there be?
In fact, Meng Fan's control of a hundred Spiritual Swords wasn't much stronger than controlling ten.
After all, his cultivation level was holding him back!
So even if Meng Fan went all out with the Small Thousand Sword Formation to attack the Ye family, he could at most kill those below the Condensation Pill Realm.
Unless he focused all the Spiritual Swords on a single person, then he could easily kill an early Condensation Pill cultivator.
In summary, although the Small Thousand Sword Formation was strong, Meng Fan's cultivation level was too low to unleash its true power.
After all, his Small Thousand Sword Formation was far inferior to the inheritance sword formation personally set up by the Sword Immortal of Alchemy!
After a moment, Meng Fan adjusted his breath and began collecting the Spiritual Swords scattered on the ground.
These Spiritual Swords were all part of the Sword Pellet.
The Sword Pellet contained a special storage space specifically for these Spiritual Swords, a creation of the Sword Immortal of Alchemy.
With a thought, Meng Fan stored all the Spiritual Swords into the Sword Pellet.
Then, with another thought, he could unleash these Spiritual Swords to form a sword formation!
Naturally, Meng Fan wouldn't leave these Spiritual Swords for the Ye family.
Besides, to cultivate the Small Thousand Sword Formation to its peak, he would need at least a thousand Sword Weapons.
If his cultivation level improved in the future but he lacked enough swords, it would be quite embarrassing.
Moreover, to fully master the "Myriad Swords Returning to One," he would need at least ten thousand long swords to live up to its name!
As for the Shu Mountain Sword Pavilion, although it had many Sword Weapons, they didn't belong to Meng Fan.
Now, these hundred-plus Spiritual Swords were exclusively Meng Fan's!
After collecting all the long swords, Meng Fan's attention shifted to the Azure Fish Sword not far away.
The entire plaza was filled with Spiritual Swords, over a hundred of them, but there was no Law Sword or Dao Sword, only one Divine Sword stood out.
It stood out like a crane among chickens!
Meng Fan approached the Azure Fish Sword, looking at it solemnly.
The Azure Fish Sword floated upright in mid-air without any support.
If an ordinary mortal saw this, they would think it was a ghost.
But to Meng Fan and other cultivators, this was perfectly normal.
After all, it was a Divine Sword!
What's so strange about it floating in mid-air?
"I am the inheritor of the Sword Immortal of Alchemy. Will you follow me?" Meng Fan asked the Azure Fish Sword.
All Spiritual Swords have a spirit, let alone a Divine Sword.
Meng Fan knew that the Azure Fish Sword must have its own consciousness.
Although he was the inheritor of the Sword Immortal of Alchemy, who knew if the Azure Fish Sword would acknowledge him?
If it harbored hostility towards him, approaching it might get him killed in the next second.
So he didn't dare to touch it and instead asked tentatively.
The Azure Fish Sword remained unmoved.
Meng Fan frowned. No reaction?
No reaction, in a sense, meant no rejection.
After waiting patiently for a while and seeing that the Azure Fish Sword still didn't react, Meng Fan tentatively reached out his hand towards it.
When his hand was less than ten inches away from the Azure Fish Sword.
"Swish—"
A beam of azure light suddenly shot out from the Azure Fish Sword.
The azure light was as fast as lightning, instantly striking Meng Fan.
In the next second, Meng Fan's body was sent flying more than ten meters, landing on the ground and spitting out blood, looking quite… unseemly!
"Hiss~~~~~" Meng Fan gasped.
It was clear that the Azure Fish Sword had no intention to kill and didn't strike with full force, as Meng Fan felt his injuries were light and not serious at all.
If the Azure Fish Sword had struck with full force, he would undoubtedly be a corpse!
To be honest, Meng Fan looked a bit disheveled at the moment, with a dirty face and blood at the corner of his mouth. He hadn't been this embarrassed in a long time.
But a smile appeared on his face.
Because after taking this "slap" from the Azure Fish Sword, his True Qi had become more condensed.
The most absurd part was that his realm had actually advanced from the second level of the Heavenly Origin Realm to the third level.
Although Meng Fan had been at the second level of the Heavenly Origin Realm for some time, such a bizarre breakthrough still left him a bit bewildered.
After the bewilderment came immense joy.
If getting hit could lead to a breakthrough, he was willing to be beaten into a pulp!
Meng Fan quickly got up and once again reached out his eager hand towards the Azure Fish Sword.
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