Luo Shixin stood within the Black Kirin, spear in hand. The Black Kirin stood ten thousand zhang tall at the shoulder, and when it charged, the sight was incomparably spectacular, as though no mountains or rivers could stop it.
All the watching beings retreated in terror, while Yang Beiming, facing Luo Shixin, continued forward like a deity.
Hundreds of millions of sword phantoms floated behind him. He was countless times stronger than the Sword Master of the Xuan Dang Great World.
After all, every one of Yang Beiming's sword phantoms contained supreme Sword Intent. Any single one of them would have been enough to instantly destroy the Sword Master's million sword phantoms.
At the same time, the Sword Master was watching the battle nervously from atop the city pass.
"Is this the strength of the universe's foremost Sword God...?"
The Sword Master muttered to himself. He was the foremost sword cultivator of the Xuan Dang Great World, yet he had never imagined that the sword path could reach such heights.
It was something he had never even dared to imagine before.
The hundreds of millions of sword intents behind Yang Beiming were so powerful that they made him suffocate.
It was difficult to imagine how terrifying it would be to face Yang Beiming directly.
"A Kirin... It actually carries the aura of chaos..."
Yang Beiming raised an eyebrow, somewhat surprised. The next second, the sword intents behind him suddenly shot forth.
One after another, they poured out like a torrential downpour. Sword intent shook the starry sky, and countless beings felt only a blinding light assault them, hastily closing their eyes.
Luo Shixin charged straight ahead atop the Black Kirin.
Boom! Boom! Boom...
Sword phantom after sword phantom was shattered by the collision, turning into countless specks of light. Luo