"Bang!"
Against those Eight Hundred Swords, Su Qingtan's blade force crumbled almost at first contact.
She had merely hacked a gap in the Yellow Leaf Sword Formation, cutting down seven or eight yellow leaves.
"If the Blade Emperor of Chenglong Heaven saw that strike, he'd probably die of anger."
A mocking smile appeared on Old Daoist Mao's face at the sight.
But as a streak of exceedingly pure blade light flared, the smile faded from Old Daoist Mao's face.
Then, accompanied by a blade cry like a dragon's roar, a blade shadow over a hundred zhang long slashed toward the hundreds of flying swords through the gap Su Qingtan had cut open.
"Bang!"
Amid the tremendous crash, the blade shadow sliced through several yellow leaves in succession before striking precisely the yellow leaf that Old Daoist Mao of the One-Leaf Book had tossed down.
"Boom!"
The instant Xu Taiping cleaved that Yellow Leaf apart, the seven or Eight Hundred Swords exploded in unison, turning into streams of Gang Wind and vanishing.
"Hahahaha!"
At this sight, Emperor Youyun, Cang Ai, first froze, then folded his arms across his chest, threw back his head, and laughed heartily.
"Nothing but good luck-a blind cat stumbling onto a dead mouse!"
Old Daoist Mao of the One-Leaf Book snorted coldly, then tossed another yellow leaf into the Spirit Mirror before him.
The second yellow leaf swept toward Xu Taiping in a mighty surge, once again bringing eight hundred Yellow Leaf Flying Swords with it.
"You won't be so lucky this time."
Watching the Eight Hundred Swords thunder toward Xu Taiping and the others again, Old Daoist Mao of the One-Leaf Book grinned and chuckled, his face brimming with confidence.
Opposite him, Emperor Youyun, Cang Ai, wore a grave expression.
For in his view, Xu Taiping's