"Swoosh swoosh swoosh!"
"Buzz!"
Xu Ying's left hand formed a sword finger, and around him thousands of terrifying cyan energy swords condensed. With a flick of his finger, the energy swords erupted like a torrential rain of pear blossom needles, accompanied by a barrage of ear-piercing sonic booms, majestic in momentum and spectacular in visualization.
"Swoosh swoosh swoosh!"
Feng Wuchen, relying on astonishing speed, dangerously and repeatedly dodged the energy sword assaults, shooting forward unstoppably.
Facing Feng Wuchen's Wu Fire, the ancient vine cage crumbled at a single blow.
The disciples of West Sea Sect had no time to rejoice before they were plunged back into fear and disappointment.
The terror of Feng Wuchen refreshed their imagination once again.
