"Buzzz!"
The sound of swords rang continuously throughout the entire Misty Cloud Sect. Even soldiers a hundred miles away could feel it.
Under Xiao Yi Xian's control, sharp swords condensed into a sword dragon, their "buzzing" cries resembling waves of dragon roars.
At this moment, everyone in the Misty Cloud Sect stared at the three thousand and one swords. The leading "You Su" sword continuously released chilling Sword Intent.
Flying swords filled the sky, constantly rushing toward the sword Yun Leng had gathered with all his strength.
"Buzzz!"
The ringing of swords echoed between heaven and earth. Dazzling light obscured everything as the three thousand and one swords surged toward Yun Leng like a rain of blades.
"Argh!"
Blood spilled from Yun Leng's mouth. His arms trembled as he desperately blocked the fierce attacks, while roars continuously burst from his throat.
"I don't want to die!"
Yun Leng screamed again and again, but he ultimately could not withstand the frenzied sword rain. One Sword Shadow after another relentlessly struck his own.
"Crack!"
The scene was extraordinarily spectacular. A massive Sword Shadow was forced into constant defense as the three thousand and one sword shadows battered it without restraint. Quite a few broken swords even fell from the sky.
"Crack!"
No matter how powerful the Sword Shadow was, it could not withstand such relentless attacks. Outnumbered, it finally shattered.
Yun Leng's eyes were opened wide, filled with unwillingness deep within. Countless swords pierced through his chest, turning his entire body into something like a sieve.
Before his death, Yun Leng's mind was filled with fragments of his past, from childhood until now. Feeling as though his body were being torn apart, he slowly closed his eyes with regret.
The soldiers outside also stopped their drills and continuously gazed toward the Misty