Watching Zhang Yu wield flying swords with Heaven Kunlun Mountain Moving Divine Power and charge in for the kill, Bei Wufeng remained utterly unhurried. With a light flick of his fingertip, he changed his sword art. "Junior, that's not how flying swords are used. It's not a contest of whose family has more brute strength."
"Junior, what do you think of this Myriad Sword Art?"
Bei Wufeng chuckled. His twelve flying swords split from one into two, two into four, and in the blink of an eye, filled the sky with sword shadows.
Yet this transformation did not mean that Bei Wufeng's Taihao Sacred Law Flying Swords had truly multiplied on the material level. Rather, within Zhang Yu's perception, they had become densely packed, impossible to distinguish between real and illusory.
Zhang Yu felt as though he had turned on a radar, only to find neither the opponent's true flying swords nor anything but a dense swarm of red dots—all false targets.
Zhang Yu knew that during sword combat, flying swords crisscrossed the vast sky. Not only were they fast, but they operated over great distances. At such times, it was impossible to lock onto them through vision alone.
Even on this battlefield spanning ten li, trying to use his eyes to locate the opponent's twelve flying swords would never keep up with the changes in their assault. The Taiwu Sacred Law Flying Swords detected and locked onto targets through the Taiwu Sword Realm and Taihao Moral Sword Intent.
As for sword intent, the two sides had been constantly clashing since the battle began. Neither Zhang Yu nor Bei Wufeng could gain the upper hand over the other in that regard.
But in the contest of Sword Realms, Bei Wufeng held a comprehensive lead.
Now that the Myriad Sword Art