Shen Minggu thought to himself, "The Yin Slaughter Saber refuses to kill this person—there must be something peculiar about him. But even if I don't use this saber, could I possibly be afraid of him?"
He stood up, leaped into the air, and shouted loudly. From the top of his head, a beam of brilliance shot forth, carrying twelve Li Yuan Yang Sabers above and twelve Li Yuan Yin Blades below. All were as swift as Qi and as sharp as lights, flickering and revolving in the brilliance, their glow alternately appearing and fading.
With a flick of his sleeve, as if he were marshaling troops, the twenty-four Li Yuan Yin-Yang Flying Daggers immediately grouped into clusters of four, dividing into six formations in front and behind, arranged across thirty zhang up, down, left, and right. He then cast a spell and sent them slashing downwards.
