"Chen Fan! Just wait for our sect to suppress and kill you! How much longer do you think you can keep acting so arrogantly?" Liu Xun said through gritted teeth, his face dark. He leaped down from the boulder, his sharp sword threaded with wisps of lightning power as he charged at Chen Fan.
At the same time, Li Yanyan and the other two Ten Thousand Swords Sect disciples sprang into motion. True Essence Power surged from their swords, each manifesting a sea of flames and an ocean of wooden forest. The overwhelming Immortal Sword Art slashed mercilessly toward Chen Fan.
Chen Fan calmly stepped through the Nine Palaces Footwork, causing all their attacks to miss. Then his sword trembled rapidly. Amid a piercing sword hum, Chen Fan drove his blade into the ground and began setting up the Nine Palaces Sword Formation.
"Not good, stop him!" Liu Xun's expression changed drastically. They had suffered losses in this bizarre sword formation time and again; there was no way they could let Chen Fan form it now.
Whoosh!
A fierce Sword Qi skimmed past Chen Fan's cheek, instantly interrupting his sword formation. The four Ten Thousand Swords Sect disciples immediately attacked Chen Fan like mad, accelerating the flow of True Essence Power within their bodies. None of them dared hold anything back any longer. If they won this battle, it would bring them no glory.
But if they lost, they would lose all face—and might even drag down the reputation of the entire Ten Thousand Swords Sect!
Chen Fan could not help frowning. The Nine Palaces Sword Formation was indeed immensely powerful, but he was not proficient enough with it yet. He had yet to reach the realm of forming a formation with a single sword, and setting it up required