Pei Ling immediately swung the Nine Souls Blade. Its edge tore through the air with a sound like ten thousand ghosts shrieking, and slashed toward the flying sword amid their mournful cries.
Clang!!!
The blade and sword slammed together again, sparks bursting like rain as the void shuddered in ripples.
Pei Ling had just managed to hold his own against He Fuqiong's flying sword. Now that He Fuqiong was trapped by the laws, the flying sword should have been weaker. Yet as blade met sword, Pei Ling's tiger's mouth went numb, and the Nine Souls Blade nearly flew from his grasp!
Pei Ling was startled. Although he had split off an incarnation and thus divided his strength, the wound on his chest had not healed at all. Blood had already soaked the entire front of his robe and was still dripping from his sleeves and hem, drop by drop.
Under the effect of [End of Dao Tilting Immortal], his aura was stronger than before, not weaker!
And yet, with that slash, he had actually fallen behind!
Purple light flashed, and the flying sword parted from the Nine Souls Blade at a touch. It wheeled through the air like a swimming fish, gathered its strength, and slashed toward Pei Ling once more.
The long sword darted back and forth like lightning, flickering through the void, its speed even greater than before!
In an instant, the entire sky was filled with lifelike afterimages, as if ten thousand swords hung suspended in midair.
Pei Ling had no time to use any other means. He swung the Nine Souls Blade again.
Clang, clang, clang, clang, clang...
In the blink of an eye, blade and sword clashed more than a hundred times!
Sparks scattered in a downpour, while the void cracked inch by inch, fissures