These Dao enemies were numerous, and each possessed part of the power corresponding to a particular sword path style. Their combat experience was exceedingly rich.
Even before making a move, Ye Lin felt a trace of pressure.
But from beginning to end, Ye Lin had never been afraid.
"Good. Come."
Battle intent surged in Ye Lin's eyes. He held two fingers together like a sword and took the initiative to meet them.
Facing the tyrannical sword cultivator phantom's terrifying mountain-cleaving strike, Ye Lin merely pointed out casually.
A speck of sword light condensed to the utmost at his fingertips, striking after yet arriving first, precisely hitting the weakest point in the giant sword's flow of power.
A crisp crack rang out. The giant sword's Sword Intent was forcibly nailed in place by that strike, then torn apart.
The phantom collapsed in an instant as well.
Before Ye Lin could steady himself, the strange swordsman phantom stabbed at him eerily from the side.
Ye Lin's figure swayed slightly. The Starshift Instant Prison Sword activated in an instant, and he vanished from where he stood.
In the blink of an eye, Ye Lin appeared behind the phantom.
With a single pointing strike, a sword line swept past, severing the phantom along with the aberrant space it occupied.
The steadfast sword cultivator phantom possessed the strongest defense.
Ye Lin neither dodged nor evaded. His Chaos Sword Body took the blow head-on, while his joined fingers stabbed out with a sword strike.
Before his sword fingers, space shattered in an instant. Terrifying tearing force devoured the heavy sword aura along with the phantom.
As for the final phantom of the nameless Sword Saint—
Ye Lin stood where he was and gazed at it.
As he watched, Ye Lin sensed an aura of purity and