The white-robed young master seemed to see the one-armed man standing in the distance, smiled slightly, and moved his finger, unsheathing the sword.
The sword split into nine, shooting towards Li Xuan like clouds parting and chasing the moon.
Li Xuan suddenly felt a chill, his eyes showing a hint of confusion and disbelief.
Flying swords?
The opponent was actually using flying swords?
He refocused.
Nine cold points dangled and fell from the sky.
A bolt of lightning startled the spring thunder.
Boom!!
Immense force collided with nine flying swords.
Li Xuan felt the gigantic force coming from the sword, causing slight numbness, but with a surge of robust blood and qi, the numbness quickly dissipated.
A draw strike, and the flying swords scattered.
He also recalled his own sword.
...
The white-robed young master merged the nine swords into one, sheathed his sword again, and chuckled, "Not bad, it seems those evil spirits really are his people. Let's wait a bit longer."
