At the moment, Qin Wushuang's current power was completely different from his isolation training. Like the airy wind, he jumped lightly and floated through the air.
He randomly poked with the tip of his finger three times and sent out the True Sword of the Coagulated Sword. It turned into three sword lights and shot toward the three Barbarians.
These three Barbarians did not expect that Qin Wushuang had had the ability to shoot out sword intention from the tip of his finger. All of them yelled out strangely and evaded it.
They waved their hands and shot the three pitchforks in their hands toward him. Like the roaring python and accompanied by an imposing manner, it flew at Qin Wushuang.
Qin Wushuang turned around in the air and with one wave, he swung the snake shaped soft whip and caught one of the flying pitchforks. Just as he was about to threw it back, he realized that this pitchfork had slipped through his whip like a slippery fish.
