With a swoosh, Chen Yi spun around, two flying swords passed under his arms, and he slashed out with his sword, pulling Yin Tingxue along with him. In an instant, she flipped onto Chen Yi's back, clutching the coffin board, her heart pounding with fear.
After the sword's edge passed, one of the flying swords shattered on the spot. The remaining three flying swords covered for another sword and also pressured, darting over simultaneously.
Chen Yi released Sword Qi continuously, blocking those three flying swords, but still letting that one flying sword escape. The four flying swords once again arranged in formation. With the previous experience, they were even more cautious this time, darting over from four different directions in succession.
The formation was tight and coordinated. Chen Yi could confirm that the attackers behind him were definitely disciples of Dragon and Tiger Mountain.
