"Hold on, don't get killed too quickly!"
With a devilish grin tugging at the corner of his mouth, Wei Ling shouted wildly, his hand flashing as he unleashed eight strikes with his black sword. Eight beams of sword light roared out like a bursting dam. The surrounding void cracked, and an aura, seemingly from the Nine Nether Land, permeated the area, poised to decay, wither, and turn everything to ashes.
From afar, the sky-covering black sword light seemed like a ten-thousand-zhang tidal wave, thunderously surging, intent on obliterating the upright figure standing with his hands clasped behind his back.
"Talking to yourself."
Staring serenely at the incoming terror of Nine Nether sword light that threatened to shatter the heavens and the earth, Qi Xiu's Taoist robe fluttered as a purple and a blue sword light shrieked out from his sleeves.
Nine Heavens Thunder King Greatsword!
Purple Cloud Boundless Sword!
