Watching Zhang Yu use the Heavenly Kunlun Mountain Shifting Divine Power to wield the flying sword, slashing forward, Bei Wufeng remained unperturbed, flicking his fingers and changing his sword technique.
"Junior, flying swords aren't used like this, it's not about whose strength is greater."
"How about this Ten Thousand Swords Technique, have you figured it out?"
Bei Wufeng chuckled softly as his twelve flying swords split into two, then two into four, and in the blink of an eye, they had transformed into countless sword shadows filling the sky.
However, this transformation wasn't that Bei Wufeng's Taihao Sacred Law Flying Swords physically duplicated but appeared densely packed and indistinguishable in Zhang Yu's perception.
Zhang Yu felt that it was as if he had turned on a radar, unable to find the true form of the opponent's flying swords and only seeing a swarm of densely packed red dots, all fake targets.
