Jian Fei's Fourth Sword, Baili Changkong: You Are the Foremost in Swordsmanship

As Jian Fei spoke, the Dragon's Roar Sword transformed into a streak of golden light and shot forth.

Fifteen years ago, Jian Fei had used this same move at the selection tournament of the Ten Thousand Beasts Sect.

Back then, the sword's cry had been exceptionally shrill and urgent.

But now, the Dragon's Roar Sword's hum had become winding and melodious, stripped of that restless impatience.

"Clang!"

"Crack!"

The Dragon's Roar Sword was knocked away by Baili Changkong, but cracks also appeared in Baili Changkong's divine protective power.

Feeling the sheer force of this Flying Sword technique, Baili Changkong shouted.

"Make your move, Jian Fei. I truly want to know—how many swords can you use now?"

Looking at Baili Changkong in the distance, Jian Fei pursed his lips and said softly.

"Sword Two, Stars!"

A sword glittering with starlight flew out. This time, Baili Changkong's divine protective power was shattered outright.

Facing the overwhelmingly powerful second sword, Baili Changkong no longer remained on the defensive.

"Whoosh!"

An azure treasure sword flew from its sheath in an instant. With a diagonal upward sweep, Baili Changkong knocked aside the incoming Dragon's Roar Sword, and countless gusts of fierce wind shot straight toward Jian Fei's face.

As Baili Changkong's attack drew ever closer, Jian Fei tapped the Sword Box again.

"Sword Three, Rainfall."

"Buzz~"

The third treasure sword, which Jian Fei had never used before, left its sheath.

Its former owner had been Nangong Xing, once the foremost genius sword cultivator of the Eight Wastes.

Countless droplets gathered in the air. The Rainfall Sword merged into the rain and directly shattered Baili Changkong's sword qi.

Seeing this, Jian Fei did not pause in the slightest. His Sword Finger made a slight turn as he said, "Starfall!"

At Jian Fei's words, specks of starlight