Qing Xing glanced at the Purple Gold Yuan Qi swirling around Wen Qingye but paid it no mind. With a wave of his sleeve, the thick black clouds roiled, and countless black Primordial Qi Flying Swords materialized, aimed at Wen Qingye.
Each of the black Flying Swords bristled with dense Law Power—the very Law of the Taiyi Heartless Dao. There were dozens of them, and the Primordial Qi contained within each was more than a master at the Life and Death Realm Fifth Layer could block.
"Go!"
Qing Xing flicked a finger, and the countless black swords instantly descended upon Wen Qingye like a rain of blades.
"Cold Ice Sword Technique, First Sword—Frigid Downpour!"
The black swords were unnaturally fast, and Wen Qingye certainly wasn't careless. He swung his One Thought Sword, and a beam of Sword Aura descended from the heavens. It carried with it thousands of purple afterimages, like a violent downpour rushing to the ground.
BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG!
