A hundred sword lights flew out at the same time and blocked Han Muye's head.
The sword light condensed into a line and intertwined with the sword to form a sword barrier.
Zhuge Lu's Heaven Realm pressure collided with the barrier and shattered.
He could resist a Heaven Realm.
Zhuge Lu was slightly stunned. His gaze fell on the hundreds of swords that had reformed into an array.
"Sword control, sword formation, something."
He narrowed his eyes as sword intent surged from his body.
Zhang Qi and the other two retreated.
Zhuge Lu looked at Han Muye, who was sitting upright on the chariot, and glanced at the sword case on his back.
Be it his main body or his clone, Han Muye carried a sword case on his back and placed a sword inside.