Coordination!

The sword hilt felt faintly cool in his hand, and cold light flickered along the blade, lending his eyes a hint of sharpness.

At the same time, the Immortal Slaying Sword behind him silently moved, gliding like a gray shadow to Ning Rongrong's side and hovering half a foot away from her.

Gray mist slowly swirled around the blade. It looked unremarkable, yet it vaguely radiated an imposing aura that brooked no violation.

With a flick of her fingers, Ning Rongrong firmly grasped the hilt of the Immortal Slaying Sword.

The longsword shrouded in gray mist did not seem heavy in her hand at all. Instead, it made her slender wrist appear even more crisp and capable.

The eyes that usually carried a touch of girlish innocence suddenly ignited with bright fighting spirit.

Tang San, Xiao Wu, and the others all stared blankly, their gazes shifting repeatedly to the hand holding the sword, their faces full of confusion.

No way?

She was a Seven Treasures Glazed Tile Pagoda Support System Soul Master. How could she be using a sword?

This was no joke.

Before their doubts had lingered for long, Ning Rongrong had already raised her hand and waved.

The Seven Treasures Glazed Tile Pagoda abruptly appeared in her palm. Its seven-tiered body shimmered brilliantly, lighting up layer by layer alongside her clear shout:

"Seven Treasures Famous, First: Strength! Second: Speed! Third: Soul Power!"

Three dazzling halos rippled outward like living water, instantly enveloping the people before her.

Su Yu's hand gripping the Immortal Slaying Sword noticeably sank as he felt both his strength and speed surge dramatically.

Tang San received Soul Power Amplification. Xiao Wu received Speed and Strength Amplification, while Zhu Qing received Speed and Soul Power Amplification.

Tang San's current feeling was quite strange under the Seven Treasures Glazed Tile Pagoda's amplification.

He could feel even his Blue Silver Grass becoming several times tougher.

As for Ning Rongrong herself, the arm holding the Immortal Slaying Sword became as steady as a rock under the amplification.

The gray-mist-wreathed blade trembled faintly, genuinely radiating the sharpness of an attack waiting to be unleashed.

"Let's go!"

Su Yu gave a low shout, and Soul Power surged around him like crashing waves.

The Demon Slaying Sword and Trapping Immortal Sword behind him responded. The former carried dense blood-red murderous aura, while the latter vanished into a faint phantom.

The two swords transformed into one bright and one dark streak of light, crossing like twin bolts of lightning as they shot straight toward Zhao Wuji.

Zhao Wuji's pupils constricted slightly. Seeing the two swords carve tricky trajectories through the air, he did not dare be careless and abruptly crossed his arms before his chest.

"Good!"

Su Yu followed close behind with the Immortal Slaying Sword in hand, moving like lightning. The blast of Soul Power beneath his feet crushed fine cracks into the ground.

The cold gleam on the Immortal Slaying Sword flared, as if countless fine lightning patterns flowed over its blade.

Clang! Clang!

The Demon Slaying Sword drove directly into Zhao Wuji's arm, its blood-red sword aura violently battering his skin.

The Trapping Immortal Sword, meanwhile, slipped around the front like a ghost, attempting to infiltrate from the flank.

Pain shot through Zhao Wuji's arm, and he immediately flung away Su Yu's Demon Slaying Sword.

However, before he could inspect his wound, Su Yu's Immortal Slaying Sword had arrived!

The blade of the Immortal Slaying Sword slashed across Zhao Wuji's arm, and blood immediately dripped from the wound onto the ground.

"Interesting!"

Zhao Wuji grunted. His arms suddenly exerted force, and his protective Soul Power surged, forcibly knocking Su Yu and the other two swords away at once.

Su Yu borrowed the force to retreat half a step. His fingertips twitched, and the Demon Slaying Sword and Trapping Immortal Sword that had been knocked away turned sharply in midair, once again forming an encirclement.

Together with the Immortal Slaying Sword in his hand, they echoed one another from afar, firmly locking Zhao Wuji within the sword formation.

Zhao Wuji wiped the wound on his arm with a rough finger. Blood stained his fingertip, but he suddenly laughed softly, fervent battle intent churning in his eyes.

"Good kid, you've got some skill! With that attack power, you're qualified to make this old man get serious!"

"First Spirit Skill: Immovable Wisdom King Body!"

With a deep shout, a dense Earth Yellow glow instantly spread across his body, as though he had donned a heavy suit of stone armor.

His already burly body became even more massive, and his aura suddenly grew as heavy as a mountain. Even the surrounding air seemed crushed into stillness.

Just then, a pink figure darted out like lightning.

It was Xiao Wu. Using Tang San's Blue Silver Grass as cover, she silently circled to Zhao Wuji's front, nearly pressing against his face.

"Take this!"

Xiao Wu gave a sharp cry as her First Soul Skill: Waist Bow activated instantly, her supple waist bending sharply.

Borrowing that force, her pink high heels carried a fierce gust of wind as they continuously kicked Zhao Wuji's chest like a dense rainstorm.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Dozens of kicks surged forth in an unbroken tide, every strike containing tremendous force.

Yet Zhao Wuji stood where he was without even blinking. The Earth Yellow glow merely rippled faintly before dispersing every attack.

The next second, Soul Power suddenly erupted within him. An invisible shockwave spread outward, directly sending Xiao Wu flying.

Xiao Wu spun through the air and staggered into a roll when she landed.

However, Xiao Wu quickly rose again, rubbing her slightly numb ankle as she gritted her teeth.

"This guy's defense is way too absurd!"

"Little Monsters, you..."

Zhao Wuji had barely begun speaking when his words still hung in the air and a black shadow flashed before him.

It was Zhu Qing. A cold purple-black glow covered both her hands, and her nails lengthened at a visible speed.

"Second Spirit Skill: Nether Hundred Claws!"

She shouted lowly, and her body abruptly began spinning at high speed, whipping up a fierce gale like a spinning top.

Her purple-glowing fingertips became countless afterimages, clawing densely toward Zhao Wuji's face like rain.

Zhao Wuji's pupils shrank. He had not expected this seemingly cold and aloof Young Girl to attack so swiftly and ruthlessly.

She was trying to ruin Old Zhao's handsome face right from the start. In his haste, Zhao Wuji raised an arm to block.

Zhao Wuji was overwhelmed by Zhu Qing's Nether Hundred Claws, his vision completely obscured by the dense purple-black claw shadows before him.

At that moment, Tang San abruptly slammed his left hand against the ground, followed by a deep shout:

"First Spirit Skill: Blue Silver Bind!"

Before his words had even faded, several thick Blue Silver Grass stalks burst from the earth, carrying the damp scent of soil.

The thorns along the Blue Silver Grass vines gleamed with a ghostly light as they coiled around Zhao Wuji's lower body like agile snakes.

They precisely wrapped around his ankles and rapidly climbed up his calves, tightly binding both his legs in the blink of an eye.

"Up!"

Tang San sharply lifted his wrist. With Soul Power pouring into them, the Blue Silver Grass abruptly tightened, erupting with astonishing pulling force.

Zhao Wuji lost his balance and was forcibly dragged down with a bang. His back slammed heavily into the ground, kicking up a cloud of dust.

Seizing the opening as Zhao Wuji fell, Zhu Qing rapidly twisted her wrist. Several purple-black claw shadows tore through the air and landed precisely on Zhao Wuji's chest.

After doing all that, she drifted backward and exchanged a glance with the approaching Su Yu.

Su Yu nodded. Without further hesitation, he violently hurled the Immortal Slaying Sword in his hand forward.

"Go!"

With his low shout, the Demon Slaying Sword and Trapping Immortal Sword floating in the air instantly aligned with the thrown Immortal Slaying Sword.

Under the precise control of Soul Power, the Three Immortal Swords became three intersecting streaks of light and stabbed toward the fallen Zhao Wuji.