The overwhelming and terrifying sword energy caused Song Xuan's face to change instantly, and his consciousness exploded: "Form up!"

"Buzz!"

The spiritual thought that he could almost clearly sense exploded from the void, and the power of his spiritual consciousness that spread out to send messages was directly dispersed by this spiritual thought.

So that...

Except for a few people around, the sword cultivators who were farther away still looked like they were fighting on their own.

This consequence made him confused.

Their exchange...

Can you only rely on yelling?

Tactical arrangements can only be made with your mouth!?

The speed of Foundation Establishment Sword Cultivation is so fast, one pass may be dozens or hundreds of miles away, your voice is so loud?

this……

And beating a calf!

Song Xuan felt aggrieved.

But before this frustration could be vented, another divine thought exploded in everyone's mind.

What made him almost vomit blood was that what this spiritual thought simulated was actually the fluctuation of his spiritual consciousness!

"Retreat! Escape quickly! Escape one by one!"
Chapter completed!