Nine Swords Evil Slaying

Those sword gleams carried a razor-sharp aura; even Xuanyuan Batian felt no small amount of pressure.

"My dear big brother, you've finally made me feel pressure. That's how it should be. Only then is it interesting."

"Heh heh!"

Xuanyuan Batian, whose face had been stern and fierce moments ago, suddenly began laughing madly again.

His mercurial moods sent chills down everyone's spines. No one could guess what Xuanyuan Batian was thinking, much less understand how his temperament had become like this.

Watching the nearly deranged Xuanyuan Batian, Xuanyuan Changkong's expression turned ugly.

"Batian, I don't care how you became like this, but as your brother, I still want to tell you this: there is no need for us to meet in battle."

So long as Xuanyuan Batian was willing, what did it matter if Xuanyuan Changkong assisted him?

His heart was tied to the entire Xuanyuan Lineage. As long as the Xuanyuan Lineage remained, Xuanyuan Changkong would remain. As for what role he played, he did not care.

"Enough nonsense!" Xuanyuan Batian could not be bothered to waste words with him. He shouted, "Make your move. If you wait for me to strike, you'll have no chance left."

Impervious to reason!

Xuanyuan Changkong's face darkened. "Fine. Then catch this."

"Slash!"

As he spoke, Xuanyuan Changkong gripped the Xuanyuan Sword tightly and slashed down fiercely.

Whoosh!

A terrifying sword gleam tore through space itself, charging toward Xuanyuan Batian in the blink of an eye.

That sword gleam was incredibly fast, arriving in an instant.

Xuanyuan Batian's face turned cold as he stared fixedly at the sword gleam. At the very moment it was about to reach him, nine Dao Seeking Swords shot out.

Boom!

Boom!

As the nine Dao Seeking Swords arrived one after another, the powerful sword gleam dissipated.

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