"Stay behind me, Ba Yun," Fu Xi commanded as he swung his sword. He was already unleashing one of his eight styles, sending fiery blades into the horde of demonic spirit beasts and keeping them at bay. He wasn't exactly able to kill them in one strike, but no matter. The flexibility of his Eight Tigrams swordsmanship was unparalleled.
Switching to the Zhen style, he unleashed thunder with another strike, blasting more of the demonic spirit beasts away from the crater.
The longer he fought, the more advantageous it would be for him. Theoretically, anyway. By then, he would be the equivalent of eight men fighting at once, employing eight different sword styles at the same time.
Against an ordinary cultivator, he was almost invincible.
