Ye Lin flicked his right hand, sending the Sword Pellet flying out. Evil Slayer appeared at Ye Lin's side, and Ye Lin seized it, spiritual energy surging wildly through his body.
"Slash."
With a cold shout from Ye Lin, a thousand-meter sword radiance cleaved toward the golden Dragon phantom.
The two collided with a deafening boom. A terrifying shockwave swept outward, instantly scattering the white clouds in the sky.
The shockwave rushed toward the carriage before them, only to be dissolved by a transparent barrier above it.
The next moment, the golden long sword flew back and landed securely in the sword case.
"Not bad. The next sword will be twice as powerful as that one. Take it."
The young man smiled and praised Ye Lin. There were not many among Spirit Transformation cultivators who could fully receive that strike of his.
Yet Ye Lin had neutralized it so effortlessly, truly stirring up some interest in him.
"Out."
With a hook of the young man's right hand, a cyan long sword flew out from the sword case. There were no flashy flourishes, no gleaming light—it simply stabbed toward Ye Lin, utterly ordinary.
Yet it was precisely this ordinariness that gradually made Ye Lin's expression turn solemn.
"Sword One, Sword Slashes the Firmament—slash."
With one sword stroke, the sword radiance split into two, then two into four. In the blink of an eye, the world before Ye Lin was densely filled with sword radiance.
Almost instantly, those rays of sword light surged toward the cyan long sword. They struck it with a chorus of clanging sounds, and as ray after ray shattered, the cyan long sword gradually slowed.
A fraction of a second later, the cyan long sword arrived before Ye Lin. Its tip was less than a centimeter from his