"Eight strikes!"
The pupils of those near the fighting platform constricted, and their hearts were pounded by colossal waves.
Earlier, the five Sword Shadows attacking in unison had been incredibly powerful. They hadn't expected that this wasn't Ye Siyi's limit.
WHOOSH!
Eight sword lights, like whips, lashed out at Yi Wuxue simultaneously. The air currents they stirred were incomparably sharp, making a sizzling sound.
Yi Wuxue felt a prickling sensation on his skin and his expression turned to horror. He desperately channeled his internal Yuan Qi, causing his longsword to erupt with a dazzling, bloody light.
"Split!"
The blood-light was blinding. Hundreds of Sword Shadows materialized before Yi Wuxue, forming layered screens of swords. The Sword Intent surged skyward, scattering the drifting clouds above.
CLANG! CLANG! CLANG! CLANG! CLANG! CLANG! CLANG! CLANG!
