With one vigorous effort, Ye Rong relied on his abundant Qi Value to soar up to a height of a thousand feet, shaking off the majority of the attacks.
At this height, many flying swords could not reach, and the sword light was soft and weak, causing little harm.
He could not determine how many flying swords of the Sun and Moon Divine Sect players had broken in his hands during the crazy exchange just now.
As the pressure around him loosened, he quickly swallowed a handful of Purple Gold Pills, then turned around and lightly tapped his fingers to repel the few flying swords that followed, especially a pair of fiercely persistent snow-white flying hooks, which were broken into four pieces by his four Tenth Order Flying Swords.
"Meow! If I don't show some fierceness, they really think I'm a sick cat, weak and easy to bully!"
After breaking the pair of snow-white flying hooks, Ye Rong barely vented the anger in his heart, almost having been bombarded and beaten to death.
