Wu Li sent out his flying sword to slash at Shi Feiyang. Seeing that Shi Feiyang remained motionless, Zhu Changyuan hurriedly intercepted it with his two Demon-Refining Immortal Swords.
Without question, Wu Li's magical power far surpassed Zhu Changyuan's. After all, he was on the verge of ascending. Though he could not compare with a pure yang heavenly immortal of the orthodox Mystic Sect like Tian Canzi, he was certainly beyond a young boy who had only just entered the Daoist path.
The true qi attached to his flying sword was exceptionally dense and heavy. The moment Zhu Changyuan's swords struck it, he felt his sword-controlling hand seal sink, as though his blades were holding up a mountain.
But Patriarch Lü's Demon-Refining Flying Swords were no ordinary weapons. They had long since awakened spiritual awareness, and with two blades against one, they twisted together in a combined assault. Wu Li's green Sword Light began to dim. He had to pour in more true qi, making it blaze with Azure Radiance before it could withstand them. After another brief exchange, its light weakened again, forcing him to spit out more true qi.
On the one hand, he rejoiced that these two immortal swords truly were formidable. If he could obtain them, he could roam the world and sweep away every enemy. Who would be his match then?
On the other hand, he was secretly alarmed. He had never expected a half-grown child like Zhu Changyuan to possess such mastery of swordsmanship. His sword movements swept in every direction, subtly conforming to the numbers of the Circumcelestial Cycle, leaving not a single drop to leak through. No matter how Wu Li changed his attacks, the boy's two flying swords kept his blade enclosed.
He kept spitting out true qi and attacking fiercely.