As Huang Lin’s sword swept out, his longsword seemed to instantly transcend time and space, as a towering, incomparably sharp sword Qi soared to the skies, giving everyone a horrifying feeling, as if the edge of a blade had just stroked past their faces.
Rebecca, who was bearing the brunt of the attack, suffered the greatest pressure. She could only feel that her Reduced Force Field seemed to be slashed apart by Huang Lin. Letting out a shout of terror, she frantically started retreating.
As she retreated, sword Qis with the nature of thunder and fire shot out of her fingers and zoomed towards Huang Lin’s longsword.
But as the Qis of thunder and fire hit Huang Ling’s sword with the force of a bazooka, they were slashed apart like tofu and then dissipated. Huang Lin had used a single slash to scatter the eighteen streams of sword Qis of thunder and fire, his sword’s tip stopping less than one meter away from Rebecca’s forehead.
