"Bang, bang, bang!"
But the Sword Shadows formed from those hundred-odd strands of Sword Qi failed to pierce his body. Instead, they all shattered on impact.
Even the flying sword itself was sent flying by the force of the recoil.
"Return to your sheath!"
Seeing this, Lü Kuan shouted without a moment's hesitation, preparing to recall his flying sword and flee.
But almost at the same instant he recalled it, the one-legged Lin Lu leaped up with a boom and slammed a heavy punch into the flying sword.
"Bang!"
With an ear-splitting crash, Lü Kuan's flying sword was actually smashed to pieces by Lin Lu's punch.
When controlling a sword, a Sword Cultivator's mind was linked to his flying sword, so even though Lü Kuan had yet to refine it into his Natal Treasure, his Divine Soul still suffered a devastating injury.
Lü Kuan spat out a mouthful of blood.
Yet even with his Divine Soul grievously injured, his powerful desire to survive kept him from giving up on escape.
As he fell to the ground, badly wounded, he swiftly pulled a handful of talismans from his sleeve and flung them out.
With a boom, the talismans transformed into countless flaming arrows, all shooting toward Lin Lu as he stood on his lone leg.
But to Lü Kuan's surprise, before those flaming arrows formed from talismans could even approach, Lin Lu's Fist Force pinned them in place.
The next moment, before Lü Kuan's dumbfounded eyes, Lin Lu leaped up from his single leg once more, then brought a punch crashing down at him, carrying a surge of savage Fist Force along with the flaming arrows formed from his talismans.
At the sight, Lü Kuan shouted in terror:
"Lin Lu, you can't kill me! Otherwise, my Ancestor will demand an accounting