About twenty miles from the great formation, atop a grayish-white cliff.
Lin Xin, bearing a densely packed array of sword blades on his back like a giant fan, quietly gazed in the direction of the formation.
"An alliance of the Six Sects... they do possess some talent,"
In his heart there was no sorrow or joy, no shock or fear, he simply stood calmly at the edge of the cliff, as if what he faced was not the army of the united Six Sects but just a leisurely outing.
"Direct confrontation, with three divine weapons, I'm indeed no match, however..."
A cold smirk curled at the corner of Lin Xin's mouth.
He lifted his right hand, and a blood-red longsword slowly ascended, hovering beside him.
Hiss...
Hiss hiss hiss hiss...
In an instant, within a few dozen meters around Lin Xin, blades of Blood Swords slowly rose into the air.
Dozens of sword blades slowly rotated, their bodies carved with dense, numerous formation patterns.
