Tens of thousands of sword lights came slicing down in an icy torrent.
A flash lit Su Lin's brow, and another natal Flying Sword shot forth.
"What? Su Lin has another natal Flying Sword?"
Someone cried out from the plaza.
"Looks like Su Lin will definitely win in the end. He's too strong—he actually has so many natal Flying Swords!"
People began favoring Su Lin.
Chen Changming stood atop the arena, his expression still like an ancient well unchanged for a thousand years, without the slightest ripple.
Faced with the descent of countless sword lights, he still made a gesture everyone found all too familiar.
He slapped out with one palm.
Boom!
The power behind this palm was even greater than in his previous battles, and its force was utterly astonishing. The immense palm force whipped up a gale, sweeping up a thousand heaps of snow and scattering the sword lights in an instant.
Su Lin's fifth Flying Sword flashed over.
This guy is practically a living replica of Sword Heavenly Venerable... Chen Changming secretly laughed as the sword light came at him, then struck out with his other hand.
With a bang, that Flying Sword immediately lost its force and wobbled away to one side.
With all five Flying Swords struck, Su Lin's body swayed, and he spat out a mouthful of blood.
His heart was filled with shock.
Chen Changming's strength had far exceeded his expectations.
Such violent force had struck his Flying Swords, inflicting no light injury upon him as well.
But after glancing at Saintess Ruoyou in the VIP seats, Su Lin gritted his teeth and decided to make one final desperate gamble!
His brow flashed, and a sixth natal Flying Sword shot out.
The first five natal Flying Swords and the sixth appeared around Chen