More than twenty miles from the great formation, atop a gray-white broken cliff.
Lin Xin stood with densely packed sword blades on his back like a gigantic fan, quietly gazing toward the formation.
"Six Sects Combined Formation... it does have some skill."
There was neither sorrow nor joy, neither shock nor fear in his heart. He merely stood calmly at the cliff's edge, as though what faced him was not the massed army of the six sects, but an idle outing into the countryside.
"In a frontal clash, against three divine weapons, I truly am no match. But..."
A cold smile curled Lin Xin's lips.
He raised his right hand, and a blood-red longsword slowly rose into the air, hovering beside him.
Hiss...
Hiss, hiss, hiss, hiss...
In an instant, blood swords rose densely from within several dozen meters around Lin Xin.
Several dozen blades slowly revolved, their bodies etched with countless formation patterns.
All the blades surrounded Lin Xin, their points aimed downward, as though they had just been pulled from the depths of the earth.
Lin Xin drew a sword seal with his hand.
At once, every blade abruptly flipped over, their tips facing skyward and slanting toward the heavens.
"Glorious might of heaven, summon blazing earth-fiends; ten thousand sword-feather spirits, transform blood and return to the source!!"
His palms bloomed like lotuses in an instant. Countless hand seals and sword formulas erupted in the blink of an eye, trailing afterimages.
Lin Xin's eyes sharpened fiercely. At last, his hands formed sword fingers, which he pointed into the air ahead.
Buzz...
The sword fan behind him suddenly trembled.
Hiss, hiss, hiss, hiss!!!
In the blink of an eye, several blades shot up from behind him, becoming streaks of black light that flew toward the distant formation.
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