The seven flying serpents came and went like the wind, twisting and darting through the air, leaving behind seven phantom afterimages. Their speed was unbelievable.
They were incomparably nimble, sealing Yan Zhuixing off so completely that not even water could seep through. After a rapid string of clang-clang-clang explosions, Yan Zhuixing remained standing where he was without moving a single step, staring at Yue Qianchou with venomous hatred in his eyes.
"Your granny!" Yue Qianchou cursed in disbelief. The attack had accomplished nothing. His flying swords immediately swept back to defend him. The seven flying serpents slowed as well, winding through the air with swaying heads and tails. Their hideous faces were turned toward Yue Qianchou as they hissed, their eyes gleaming with frightening red light.
To tell the truth, Yue Qianchou had always been utterly confident in his Black Fire flying swords. Their invincible, effortless use had long since become his ultimate killing move. Of the late Tribulation Transcendence stage experts who had died by his hand so far, most had fallen beneath the Black Fire flying swords. Yet today, he had truly encountered their nemesis...
Seven precious treasures! A trace of envy appeared in Yue Qianchou's eyes, and he practically wanted to claim them for himself. Flying swords were dead, but these seven flying serpents were alive. Whether in speed or agility, they were beyond comparison with flying swords. More remarkably, they were extraordinarily tough—even the sharpness of the Black Fire flying swords could not harm them in the slightest. Judging by how they had fed and grown earlier, they even seemed capable of leveling up and evolving.
Damn!
Yet Yue Qianchou knew perfectly well that he could only envy Yan Zhuixing. These seven flying serpents were not real animals that could be tamed, but manifestations condensed from