As Shi Xiaole was rolling up the parchment, three beams of light appeared in the void, forming a triangle and aiming directly at him.
Clang! Clang! Clang!
Shi Xiaole felt numbness in his arms.
The three attacks, each one as powerful as a full-blown strike from a sword master at the peak of the Ninth Tier of Xuan Qi, were enough to overwhelm any Fourth Tier Xuan Qi swordsman, let alone when combined. A single strike would be enough to defeat them.
The light of the swords was fine and dense, appearing and disappearing intermittently, forming a sort of sword array. The sparks flew out delayed as the tip of the sword scraped against the air, all because of the speed was too fast, causing an optical illusion.
Luckily, Shi Xiaole did not rely on his eyes. Sensing the fluctuations with his mind, he reacted instantly, unleashing three strikes of the Death Claiming Sword Qi, just enough to smash the second wave of attacks.
Unexpectedly, the sword array changed in an instant.
