"This beast is not only physically formidable, but also possesses a Lifebound Skill. The power of these ice spikes is terrifying. I'm afraid that boy won't be able to dodge them."
"Hehehe."
Feng Qing burst into loud laughter.
"Miss Jiang, the hero you admire is about to die tragically right before your eyes. How do you feel?"
The Tomb Guardian Clan Leader sighed and said.
"Although this boy is here for the Sword Tomb and is an enemy of our Tomb Guardian Clan, his extraordinary talents indeed command respect. Dying here is truly a pity."
As people sighed.
"Go."
Zhang Xiaoshan held a crimson gold gourd in his hand and gently patted it.
"Whoosh."
"Whirr whirr whirr..."
The next moment, the atmosphere was filled with a chilling killing intent, the clashing of swords echoing endlessly.
Looking around, countless points of light emerged from the small opening of the gourd, rushing out fervently.
Those were flying swords.
As many as three hundred.
