"Your shoulder is shaking!"
"Your leg is shaking!"
"Your whole body is shaking!"
Three flying swords, four flying swords,
five, six, seven…
Luo Qingyao continuously summoned more flying swords. As a Great Sword Immortal, a top swordsman, her flying swords were not only numerous but also brilliantly combined with different Sword Intents. Each of her flying swords seemed to have its own soul and life, perfectly cooperating with her. They could understand what Sword Intent she would use next and what Sword Technique she would wield without her even needing to issue commands.
The space the man could dodge was getting smaller and smaller. It was clear that he was no longer as sharp, and each dodge was less perfect.
Luo Qingyao had controlled the initiative of the battlefield from the very beginning.
She was constantly attacking, while the man was always responding.
But her moves were ever-changing, endless.
