“Clang! Clang! Clang!”
The space sword emitted a terrifying metallic sound.
Forty sharp swords shot forward continuously.
When the three demon hunters saw that Wang Xian was attacking them again, they realized that he was no longer dodging.
All of them roared and attacked Wang Xian directly!
The sharp swords were sent flying by them one after another.
At the same time, their bodies were sent flying backward.
Wang Xian stared at them with a cold glint in his eyes.
With a move of his palm, forty sharp swords flew over rapidly and hovered around him.
Wang Xian’s body trembled as sword mounds formed around him.
With a clench of his palm, all the sword mounds flew into his hand.
A spatial sword that contained a terrifying power appeared in his hand once again.
Wang Xian looked at the sharp sword in his hand and a sinister expression appeared on his face.
The sharp sword was about 100 meters in size. He held it in his hand and attacked the demon hunters one by one.
“Roar!”
