"What the hell?"
Yu Ziqi couldn't help but curse aloud, but there was no time to think. Without another word, he hurriedly channeled his spiritual power, trying his best to stabilize himself, while controlling the nine flying swords to resist the violent shock from the air.
But the vibration was too intense, slowing the sword speed drastically. The originally fierce sword momentum became chaotic and could not exert its proper power.
The next moment, Yu Ziqi suddenly felt a chill on his back, causing his hair to stand on end. A strong sense of crisis surged in his heart, and he instinctively turned to block.
Splash—
But it was too late. Zhou Qing appeared behind him like a ghost, holding a broken sword.
He slashed across Yu Ziqi's waist, cutting open a large gash. Blood spurted out like a fountain.
After succeeding, Zhou Qing's feet glimmered with silver light, and his figure flickered, disappearing instantly.
