Profound Yin Twelve Swords

Ding Ling's figure flickered, instantly transforming into twenty-one swordsmen.

An invisible sword condensed in the hands of every swordsman!

Each swordsman was practicing a peerless sword technique!

As Ding Ling's figure danced, streams of sword qi shot out in an instant, transforming into a rain of swords that crashed head-on into Yin Essence Sword Qi. In a single moment, it shattered the Yin Essence Sword Qi, then continued forward with unstoppable momentum, pressing toward the Twelve Sword Hosts!

Seeing this, the Twelve Sword Hosts shouted in unison. The two other Sword Hosts maintaining the stability of the Sea of Consciousness also began coordinating with the other ten, intending to suppress and kill the Sword Spirit controlled by Ding Ling right there.

That was precisely when all twelve of them split their attention to deal with the Sword Spirit.

Ding Ling's true body had already used Ground Shrinking Step to arrive not far from Xiao Zhao. He then gripped the Shi Huang Sword, amplified himself fiftyfold, and then received another fortyfold amplification.

A full ninetyfold amplification of the Supreme Sword Dao!

The Emotionless Path!

Boom!

A torrent of Mental Killing Swords suddenly enveloped Xiao Zhao's body. Guided by the Sword Spirit, the Mental Killing Swords seemed to have found their coordinates this time, surging into the Sea of Consciousness like a river of swords, so fast they were like wind and lightning!

"What?!"

The other twelve Sword Hosts seemed to sense something. They all abruptly came to their senses and looked back, but it was already too late.

The Mental Killing Swords swept over like a galactic waterfall. In an instant, they struck the Twelve Sword Hosts from behind.

"Ah!"

The Twelve Sword Hosts roared in unison:

"We're going all out!"

"We can't hold back any longer!"

"This attack is too