Nie Baihong let out a cold laugh. Three streams of thumb-sized white mist suddenly shot out from the top of his head, transforming into three sword beams and wheeling in the air for some time before merging into one and returning back to his body. After that, the sword beam that shot out from his mouth flew nine rounds around his body and eventually turned into a more than one-foot long cold beam. It was as thin as a strand of human hair, sending forth a freezing breeze, and was swallowed back into his mouth as well.