Behind Lin Taichu, a silver-white longsword suddenly appeared. With a sweeping slash, the blade trembled, and streaks of fierce sword light shot explosively from the void, hurtling toward Murong Yuan.
Murong Yuan's expression changed slightly. He opened his palm, and countless arcs of lightning surged forth, condensing into a lightning shield before him to block the sword light.
One slash after another, countless streaks of sword light struck the lightning shield. Lightning flickered across it, yet it still did not collapse, seeming incomparably sturdy.
Bang! Murong Yuan flicked his finger, sending a wisp of lightning into the shield. In an instant, the lightning shield exploded, and countless streaks of sword light rushed into his body. Murong Yuan let out a muffled groan as he was blasted backward, coughing up another mouthful of blood.
Lin Taichu stared at the figure flung away, his gaze incomparably sharp. He knew that his chance had come!
Lin Taichu stepped forward. In the void, illusory swords emerged one after another, each emitting an immensely powerful aura. He waved his hand.
At once, the countless sword lights rained down like raindrops, blotting out the sky and sealing off heaven and earth, freezing Murong Yuan's body in midair.
"Damn it!" Murong Yuan cursed inwardly. He stretched out his palm, and clusters of flames erupted from it. His body floated in the air, bathed in a sea of fire. The flames roiled and roared madly, burning through space and enveloping the sword light that filled the sky, continuously refining and obliterating it.
Lin Taichu's brows lifted slightly at the sight. Murong Yuan's strength truly far surpassed that of Ouyang Huang and the other Holy Sons. He could actually use pure fire power to deal with Lin Taichu's sword intent. It seemed Lin Taichu had still underestimated him.
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