Above the city walls, a sword aura was brewing.
"Senior Spirit Sword Golden Immortal, it seems like you're going to help this God Slayer today." Seeing the sword beam, someone chuckled.
"Senior Spirit Sword loves fellows who dare to fight the most." Another person nodded on the side.
Immortal light seemed to be gathering in the city.
Today, there was no way that he would let this saber light kill Han Muye.
"Prepare."
Han Muye said softly.
Around him, sword beams that had swept away the 10 phantoms converged, and the Wind Spirit Sword Immortal, Su Jian, followed with a graceful movement.
Five long swords merged into a thousand-foot-long sword light that soared into the sky!
"Boom—"
The sword light clashed with the saber light, then shattered instantly.
However, as the saber beam pressed down, a second sword light rose from below.
The third, the fourth, the fifth, the sixth!
