The nine Swords sword picture formed in the air, and the sea of sword Qi spread out, filling the sky with a rain of swords.
sword cloud rain! Yunxiao murmured. sword cloud rain!
Under everyone's shocked gazes, the entire sky was covered by his sword Qi. There was nothing else in the world except for a huge sword talisman and a sky full of sharp swords.
The martial Supremes in the sword diagram could not even withstand a single blow and exploded on the spot. The low-level martial sovereigns also looked horrified and struggled to hold on. Many of them were seriously injured.
"Bang! Bang!"
The two sword shadows pierced through the two low-level Martial Emperor powerhouses and they died on the spot.
Yunxiao just stood quietly in the street, one hand in a sword incantation gesture, allowing the sword Qi to dance in the sky. If not for the wooden frame over his head, he would have been able to enjoy the scene.
