The phantoms of the Hundred-Faced Saint came to attack intensively again.

With the cooperation of the three of them, the attacks were coordinated and did not give Xiao Yi a chance to breathe.

The sound of intensive confrontation was harsh and fierce.

Xiao Yi smiled, and the sword in his hand suddenly changed.

The shadow of the sword is no longer like dancing, but the power of the sword is greatly increased. When the sword falls, the surrounding phantom is instantly shattered.

With one sweep, the surrounding boulders instantly shattered.

With one strike of the sword, the area within a hundred meters was frozen.

It can be clearly seen that Xiao Yi's sword is more powerful than the other, and the power of each sword is soaring.

From being besieged by three people and being at a disadvantage, to now taking the initiative and taking control of the battle, it only took a short period of time.

When Xiao Yi's sword struck the twentieth sword, the phantoms of the hundreds-faced saint around him had been shattered into pieces.

At the time of the twenty-first sword, all the huge rocks hundreds of miles away had been turned into powder.

The twenty-second sword fell, and a violent wind and snow turned into an ice dragon, blasting towards the Wind-Slashing Sword Lord with the overwhelming sword intent.

"Zhanfeng Explosion." Zhanfeng Sword Lord shouted violently, slashed down with all his strength, and a storm of sword intent swept out.

Ice dragon, storm, crashing into each other.

The two were in a stalemate for several breaths, and finally the ice dragon fiercely devoured it, breaking through the storm alive.
Chapter completed!