as he spoke, the sword spirit in the field of swords suddenly stopped and nverged towards his hands.
untless swords overlap, and his injuries ndense into a long sword.
”the illusion. there is light in it. ”
as he spoke, he rushed towards the undercu
ent monk.
”don't move the ming king.”
the undercu
ent monk called out the golden light again and shrouded himself.
”it's no use, master.”
mianzun said, as if the sword had not touched anything, easily through the undercu
ent monk did not move the ming king's body hood, pierced into the undercu
ent monk's body.
”my light is unstoppable.”
mianzun said, easily pulling out the sword, turned to look at lin hui and the four elders of the ten thousand swords.
it seems that he enjoyed the process of killing them one by one. with his absolute strength, he uld have killed them all in one move, but he did not do so. even that sword just let the undercu
ent monk lose the ability to resist, but did not kill him.
”that's it.”
the voice of the lord wanjia