"Make your move. I'll intercept Qing Kui!" A voice transmission entered Fang Yi's ears. Han Xufeng's figure flashed, and he flew straight toward Saintly Venerable Qing Kui.
As his figure flickered, Han Xufeng immediately pointed both hands rapidly toward the sky.
In an instant, three cyan blades appeared from the void, tearing through the air like three cyan silk ribbons, or like three cyan Flood Dragons. As cyan light glittered, they dove toward Saintly Venerable Qing Kui below.
"Hmph, you think you can stop me? Dream on!" Saintly Venerable Qing Kui looked up at the three attacks closing in and let out a cold snort. At the same time, demonic mist surged abruptly around him, and a crisp bell chime suddenly rang across the scene.
A huge bronze bell, cyan and shadowy all over and carved with ancient, simple patterns, appeared above his head, shielding dozens of zhang of empty space beneath it.
As the bell rang, waves of sound immediately coiled around Saintly Venerable Qing Kui's body. The sound was not loud, but its ripples spread outward, colliding with the three blades in midair in an instant.
What made Han Xufeng's heart tighten was that the three sharp, enormous blades unleashed by the Sky-Splitting Sword, each capable of cleaving a mountain peak, actually began to waver amid the bronze bell's sound waves.
Although they continued cleaving forward, their might had been reduced by nearly half.
Three fist shadows appeared, ghostly light flickering. Three booming impacts rang out, and the three Sky-Splitting Sword blades were easily shattered before Saintly Venerable Qing Kui.
"Since you dared approach this old man, then stay here." As the blades suddenly vanished, a calm voice that chilled Han Xufeng from head to toe suddenly sounded beside his ear.
This is bad. Han Xufeng retreated sharply.