The violent wind exploded, countless sword blades flying in all directions, scaring Yu Niang, Wind Master, and Spiritual Clarity Daoist Saint to hurriedly dodge. But how could they completely evade the thousands of sword blades flying at such extreme speed?
Swoosh swoosh swoosh!!
In the blink of an eye, their robes were torn apart by the sword blades, leaving several extremely prominent and bright sword marks on their bodies, still bleeding.
These were sword blades transformed from Yu Niang's divine techniques, now wholly returned to them, a true act of self-inflicted suffering.
The power of Yu Niang's divine techniques was immense. Even Chen Lan had to avoid them to some extent, let alone the three of them.
"Damn it, this person can break free from the joint divine techniques of the two of us, that's not simple." Wind Master exclaimed, looking at the vivid sword mark on his right arm, gritting his teeth, enduring the pain with great effort.
