Destruction! Crush! Tear! Blast! Strangle! Shock! ...
A variety of terrifying sword's profound meanings, merged into one. At this moment, Ling Feng was like the king of swords, with all the famous swords in the world following his command.
Buzz Buzz!
Below the stage, the swords in the hands of the martial artists trembled uncontrollably, and even the weapons of the elders on the judging panel trembled violently, as if they were summoned by the king and were about to return to his embrace.
"Damn, what's going on with my sword!"
"Oh no! I can't control it!"
"Hell, what kind of swordsmanship is this!"
In the next instant, whoosh whoosh whoosh!
One long sword after another soared into the sky. Of the thousands of spectators present, more than ninety percent of the martial artists had their swords drawn to the aura emitted by Ling Feng, converging neatly above his head to form a giant sword over a hundred feet long.
"This... this..."
