"Hmmm?" Fang Xingjian's gaze narrowed, and his martial will swept out. He saw that the other party had not dissipated, turning into an invisible line instead. The other party's entire body had taken on a structure of a monomolecular line where the molecules were strung together, one by one.
"Take this attack from me. Heavenly Dao's Ten Techniques, Uninterrupted Disintegrating Technique."
Fang Xingjian's eyes narrowed. Not only was this old priest stronger than the others, but he also seemed to still retain a hint of his consciousness. Fang Xingjian waved his right hand, and four streams of sword light surged out toward the monomolecular line the old man had turned into. Countless sword lights flashed explosively in the air like several ten thousand flying swords clashing together.
Simultaneously, one end of the monomolecular line had arrived behind Fang Xingjian, once again forming the old priest's phantom image.
