The clash of sword energy and Haoran Righteousness resulted in a brief stalemate.
Immediately after, Xu Zimei blasted it away with a punch.
"The power of a Human Saint seems to be nothing much," Luo Fanwang sneered.
With a wave of his hand.
The second sharp sword descended from the firmament.
Breaking through the void, carrying an aura of death that instilled fear.
This second sword was even stronger than the first.
In his Immortal Unvanquished Array, each of the four flying swords was stronger than the last.
At this moment, this second sword was precisely the Death Sword.
The strong breath of death resonated across the firmament, descending again towards Xu Zimei.
Xu Zimei waved his right hand.
Sturdily clashed with this sword.
But he also groaned, appearing particularly strained.
This gave Luo Fanwang hope.
"That old man is not invincible," Luo Fanwang rejoiced.
"Third sword, fourth sword, kill."
As his words fell.
