Flying Swords streaked through the Void, surging one after another toward Tan Sheng. The long spear in Tan Sheng's hand trembled out blossoms of spear light, knocking aside the incoming Flying Swords. The clangs rang without end. Worthy of Cloud River Tier Nine—despite facing such a sharp, dense assault, he defended without a single gap and even had strength left to counterattack. Braving the barrage of Flying Swords, he continuously pressed toward Li Baxian.
Li Baxian was a Sword Cultivator, and the purest kind at that. Facing such an enemy, Tan Sheng knew he absolutely could not widen the distance. Otherwise, beneath the unbroken succession of Flying Swords, he would have no chance to catch his breath. Dealing with a Sword Cultivator was, in truth, somewhat like dealing with a Spell Cultivator: close the distance and deny the Sword Cultivator room for Sword Control.
Yet even closing in for hand-to-hand combat was more dangerous than facing a Spell Cultivator, because Sword Cultivators were themselves Weapon Cultivators. Close combat was everyday fare to them.
Li Baxian raised the Wine Gourd in his hand again and took a great swig. As he let out a satisfied belch, sword cries rose behind him, and even more Flying Swords spread out. With a thought, the many Flying Swords shot forth like chasing stars and racing moons, barraging Tan Sheng so fiercely that he could not advance a single step for the moment.
As the battle here raged with blazing intensity, Lu Ye and Xia Liang had already broken into simultaneous sprints on the other side.
Both were saber-wielding Weapon Cultivators, and one of them even came from the Mad Blade Sect, a most orthodox saber wielder.
Compared to Sword Cultivators, saber wielders lacked none of the killing intent, but possessed even more of an