Amid the Copper Pillar's humming, a sword shot out through it!
It was a flying sword!
The crimson flying sword turned into illusory light that enveloped the Copper Pillar.
The eight methods of the flying sword.
Flick, the sword coursed like dragons and serpents!
Thrust, a white rainbow pierced the sun!
Twist, a black dragon churned the sea.
Sweep, a green snake coiled around the pillar.
The crimson flying sword circled the Copper Pillar.
All the "Grand Artificers" vanished. A chain emerged from the Ghost Carpet and bound one of the Nine-Headed Hydra's heads.
"Die!"
The Sovereign had a fiery temper. The "Body-Fixing Technique" between Lin Feng's brows activated without hesitation, freezing even time itself.
Even Zhang Zhuoen, who was reciting an incantation, paused in surprise.
"Now that's a signature move."
Zhang Zhuoen could not help saying it. This truly was a signature move. Even though he was an immortal, if he did not know this technique, then he simply did not know it. Being an immortal did not mean mastering everything.
There were plenty of things immortals could not resolve.
The technique was exquisite beyond compare, its timing utterly perfect. Even those watching could not help exclaiming in admiration.
The flying sword transformed into a crimson true dragon, intent on biting off that head.
Yet just then, the head that seemed to have done nothing, whose aura resembled a Historian's, suddenly moved.
The Sword Qi passed through that head, but left it completely unharmed.
"Time, too."
This might have been the second "Historian" Lin Feng had encountered, not counting Teacher Xun and Professor Han. Time around them began flowing in an unusual way.
Lin Feng carefully examined that flow.
It was roughly ten times the normal speed.
This manipulation of time was useless against Yu Lei, but it