Thoughts Swordplay

How many thoughts did a person have? Impossible to cut away, impossible to sort out.

The sword technique Fan Lang used was called "Thoughts Swordplay." Like thousands of threads, a single sword strike filled the sky, turning countless streams of sword qi into Silver Threads.

One person could unleash so much sword qi—let alone so many clones attacking together!

The sword qi released by the many clones converged in midair, forming a surging torrent of countless threads that rose against the heavens.

The thousand-zhang Giant Club Long Cang thrust out smashed down furiously, producing a thunderous roar as wind, rain, lightning, and thunder intertwined around its shadow.

The two attacks, one rising and one descending, collided in midair in a direct clash.

There was no room for tricks in such a collision. It depended entirely on strength.

Rumble!

With a deafening blast, the torrent of sword qi swallowed and shredded the club shadow, scattering it into fragments. The sword qi did not lose momentum and continued upward, blanketing the sky above.

Long Cang's expression changed. He accelerated the Dragon Head Staff in his hands and was forced onto the defensive. Thousands upon thousands of sword qi threads surged toward him, enveloping him.

Those sword qi threads were supple and ever-changing, slipping through every opening. They first wrapped around Long Cang's staff, then around his body.

Creak, creak.

The sword qi kept tightening, generating tremendous pressure.

Long Cang was like someone tangled in a ball of yarn. Before long, he was submerged beneath the sword qi threads, and no one could see him anymore.

More and more threads wound around him, forming a huge silver sphere that gleamed in the air like a silver moon.

"Hah!"

An explosive roar erupted from within the silver sphere, as earth-shattering as a stone shattering