The long sword in Li Changsheng's hand danced as his sword art shifted rapidly, the power of the laws of the Sword Dao becoming incomparably profound at this moment.
In Ye Lin's eyes, in the span of a single breath, Li Changsheng had changed his sword art at least ten thousand times.
"Slash."
In the end, those intricate yet powerful sword arts converged into a single strand of Sword Qi that slashed toward Ye Lin's face.
Ye Lin did not dare to be careless in the slightest. He raised the Time Measuring Ruler in his hand and slammed it down fiercely.
Streams of time laws surged forth, and the space before him shattered in an instant.
The endless laws of time crushed all the Sword Qi into fragments.
"Sword Nine, Heaven-Sundering."
Ye Lin had said it before: even without a sword, he could still wield sword arts.
A strand of Sword Qi pierced through the starry sky and shot straight toward Li Changsheng's face.
Li Changsheng was clearly no simple character either. With several flashes of his body, he evaded Ye Lin's nearly fatal sword strike.
"Heh. If you were at the same realm as me, I might give you some leeway. But now, even three of you would not be my match."
"You calculated everything, yet failed to calculate that your strength is inferior to mine, didn't you?"
Li Changsheng sneered. After that brief exchange, he had already roughly grasped Ye Lin's strength, and it truly startled him.
A late-stage Primordial Unity Mystic Immortal was actually able to stand on equal footing with him, a peak Primordial Unity Mystic Immortal expert.
But the gap of a minor realm was not so easily bridged.
His sword art shifted swiftly as Li Changsheng attacked Ye Lin once more, seemingly having no