One sword, two swords, three swords!
The Taiqing Flying Sword, revealing all its brilliance, displayed terrifying might on the battlefield, causing the opposing Xuanwu Substitute Daoist of the same rank to keep retreating.
The Six-legged Golden Cauldron loomed like a mountain, dazzlingly bright.
Gold light spread for several kilometers, the Indestructible Vajra, which could withstand the onslaught of hundreds of thousands of armor-piercing bullets without damage, now continuously tore apart under the strikes of the sword, piece by piece, falling to the ground to create deep pits, existing between substance and energy.
Ding ding ding!
The gold light couldn't block, and neither could the Golden Cauldron, comparable to a top-grade magic treasure in its supreme magic tool form—it began to show a series of sword marks under the intersecting slashes of the Blue-gold Flying Sword, its spiritual light dimming persistently.
