I had no idea whether Qin Yun had noticed. If she took this sword head-on, her Profound Sound barrier wouldn't be able to withstand it.
Just as I was wondering whether to warn her, Qin Yun seemed to sense the threat of the sword beam as well.
But making a targeted defense immediately was clearly unrealistic. Being a step late was still being a step late. The other party had endured Long Kun's sonic attack precisely to unleash this killing blow. If he prepared a new move now, the enemy's sword would have already shot out!
So she might as well change moves now.
Just as I had thought, Qin Yun was even more decisive. She directly stopped playing the Profound Sound Divine Sword.
The sword's shape changed at that moment as well. At first, it had been covered in musical holes, but now it had become clean and streamlined. Apart from flowing-water patterns, there was nothing else on the blade.
"Profound Sound, Flowing Water Sword." Qin Yun drew the sword with one slender finger, and it immediately vanished. But the sound that had just stopped abruptly rose again, its tune shifting from ordinary flatness into a climax after another.
The phantom image of Long Kun suddenly contracted. As the sword light moved like a flying shuttle, it too shrank along with the sword light and vanished, flashing out of sight in an instant.
The sword light rapidly spun and accelerated around Huatiangozi, with its final point of acceleration being Huatiangozi himself. By then, no matter what defensive means he possessed, they would be shattered by the violent shockwave produced when the sound waves accelerated to their limit.
The powerful acceleration field would also distort every attack fired from the center point. It was a way to strike the enemy