Countless electric swords and Xian Di Flying Swords collided, all exceedingly fine, the thinnest like embroidery needles.
Even the finest of swords, densely clustered together, are enough to make one's head spin.
For a time, the sky above the heads of Duan Yun and Yu Shuangshuang was completely obscured.
Boom!
The violent collision noises erupted fiercely, booming like muffled thunder.
In an instant, electric swords and flying swords mutually shattered and splattered.
A Xian Di Flying Sword shot out, striking right through the brow of a male onlooker.
That man's forehead bore a bloody hole, his eyes bulging out as he uttered: "Truly, worth, worth… eggs."
His speech was already unclear before death, a result of the Xian Di Flying Sword having paralyzed his tongue.
Just as the man died, another sequence of Xian Di Flying Swords and electric swords struck.
