"Boom!"
"Boom! Boom!"
"Boom! Boom! Boom!"
Tai'a helplessly raised his sword to block the flying sword Bai Feiyu slashed at him, then kicked the charging Chen Changsheng away.
Leng Qingsong had already been blasted into the Sword-Questioning Pool by his Sword Qi.
"I really don't know where that brat went!" Tai'a explained, looking at Bai Feiyu's ice-cold eyes.
Who the hell knew why, after teleporting over, there were only him and Leng Qingsong's group of three, with Ouyang alone nowhere to be seen?
After waiting a while without Ouyang appearing, the three little brats attacked him as though they had planned it together.
Leng Qingsong's supremely sharp Sword Intent, Bai Feiyu's Dao Resonance containing a trace of laws, and that masked brat's endless Yellow Talismans and puppets.
For an instant, he, at the peak of the Tribulation Transcendence Stage, was actually suppressed so thoroughly that he could not raise his head!
Although Tai'a had to hold back at every turn to avoid taking their lives, even so, just what kind of freaks were these three little brats?
Had this world gone mad?
Three Nascent Souls could actually suppress someone at Tribulation Transcendence for an instant?
Say that out loud, and even a dog would shake its head, but these three brats' coordination and the timing of their attacks were precise to the smallest fraction!
That was what had thrown Tai'a into confusion for a moment.
Leng Qingsong had slashed a tear in his sleeve!
He was at Tribulation Transcendence! An existence at the very pinnacle of this world! What gave these three Nascent Soul Realm brats the right?
With his attack blocked by Tai'a's sword, Dao Resonance swirled in Bai Feiyu's eyes as he commanded in a low voice, "Sword, Come!"
Countless flying swords flew up from the lake below,