The swords were still trying to penetrate the barrier like wind and rain.
The iron sword in Jun Mo's hand pushed the 200 discarded swords. They flew toward Liu Bai with the help of the Force of Nature, drawing lines in the air.
The swords' whistles echoed in the wilderness, stirring the wind.
Fighting against Ye Su had depleted Jun Mo. However, it had also caused Jun Mo's sword intent to reach its peak. He was stronger now than he had ever been.
However, it was useless.
Liu Bai held his sword horizontally. He was calm.
His sword appeared to be stationary in front of him. No one could figure out if it had moved or if it had moved countless times.
More than 200 swords were stuck in the air. They were so dense that they seemed to cover the sky, crowding and terrifying.
It was shocking.
Liu Bai put down his sword.