In addition, that Sword flashed once in Ao Cangsheng's hand, and five Sword flowers burst forth with it.
Those three Swords were like lightning, rock, and fire. They were taken directly off the folding fan in Feng Xuyao's hand. The remaining two Sword flowers spun once in midair, then stabbed toward Li Tianyue's left side.
Seeing Ao Kangsheng try to launch a frontal assault, Feng Xuyao couldn't help but curl a cold smile at the corner of his mouth.
He knew very well the power of that strike of his.
With Ao Kangsheng's level of strength, if he wanted to meet it head-on, it was like a praying mantis trying to stop a chariot, rushing to its death.
"Clang!"
Sure enough, as long as you listened to that resounding crash of metal on metal, you would know. Feng Xuyao's folding fan instantly cut apart the three Sword flowers Ao Cangsheng had danced out. Without losing any momentum, it sliced toward Ao Cangsheng's neck again.
