"Not good—retreat!" Granny Yuan cried out sharply. After her withered-wood staff knocked two Misty Flying Swords away, she shot backward. This person's swordsmanship had once been graceful and ever-changing. With eight flying swords combined as one, its might was astonishing; none of the three of them could likely withstand it alone. However, though the combined flying sword was powerful, it would still be difficult for him to defeat the three of them working together. Yet the flying swords could not only combine—they could also scatter into a formation. Although their power would be reduced somewhat, their sword force would flow without end, leaving no gap to exploit. They were equally suited for offense and defense.
More frightening still was that while controlling the sword formation in battle, this person's own movements were not affected in the slightest. It was merely a faint silhouette of fire, yet they could all see it perfectly clearly. A wondrous fire-escape art! Such an art could probably only be handled with ease by a great cultivator. Anyone below that level would find it extremely difficult to deal with. What was more, this person was also a body cultivator. Once he drew near, the explosive power of a body cultivator would make him exceptionally troublesome to handle.
The wrinkled man Zhao Tongshan, Granny Yuan, and the blue fish-skin man were all extremely experienced in combat. At the same time as they retreated, each employed his own methods. Granny Yuan waved a hand, sending out hundreds of densely packed, sharp leaf-shaped hidden weapons. They flew through the air with whooshing sounds, thoroughly guarding all four sides around her.
The wrinkled man Zhao Tongshan let out a shrill howl, his ugly face flushing crimson. The green-spined venom bees that Lu Xiaotian had knocked away earlier had now regained