Charging at Xu Taiping alongside the flying sword were the five or six ghost creatures that had originally surrounded the courtyard.
Zhao Linglong's heart immediately tightened, and she instinctively shouted:
"Junior Brother, watch out!"
But the moment the words left her mouth, she slapped her forehead hard and said:
"That's only something conjured by an illusion technique. What are you worrying about?"
Boom!!
Amid an ear-splitting qi explosion, a clone actually appeared out of thin air behind Xu Taiping.
The next instant, beneath Zhao Linglong's horrified gaze, Xu Taiping's clone abruptly drew his saber and slashed toward the flying sword and the ghost horde.
Shing-!!
Amid a piercing blade cry, an enormous saber silhouette five or six hundred zhang long actually met the combined charge of Zhou Tong's flying sword and those five or six ghost creatures head-on.
Boom!!
Amid the tremendous crash, Zhou Tong's flying sword was knocked away, and a deep blade mark appeared on each of the ghost creatures behind it.
At the same time, Xu Taiping's true body had already assumed a fist stance and hurled a punch at Zhou Tong, carrying a fist force that made heaven and earth tremble.
Bang...!
Under that punch, Zhou Tong was actually driven back over a hundred zhang once again.
After that punch, Zhao Linglong's tears stopped at once, as though a sluice gate had been shut.
She murmured:
"The aura of this fist force and blade force is exactly like Junior Brother's. Has Zhou Tong's illusion technique actually become this powerful?"
As she spoke, she reached up and pinched her cheek hard. Only after pinching it red was she reassured, and then she murmured without blinking:
"It hurts!"
For a moment, she suddenly began to waver:
"Could this not be an illusion?"
Bang!!
Just then, a sword-boned evil