"Creating a Zhen Yuan flying sword is much more difficult than I expected."
Standing before the lake, Ye Chen's sword fingers made a pulling gesture. The golden sword involuntarily unsheathed, and a dense sword Qi circled his head twice. Next, the golden sword suddenly shook and segmented into two more vivid golden swords. These swords were created from Zhen Yuan simulation—the three swords were integral, without any difference.
To split out Zhen Yuan flying sword was by no means easy. The most challenging aspect of it was to let it happen naturally. If done forcefully, not to mention three, even hundred could be easily accomplished. Unfortunately, they wouldn't have any significance at all. A forcefully created Zhen Yuan flying sword was merely equivalent to an ordinary Zhen Yuan attack. Even with Ye Chen's dreadful sword intent, its might would not be that great. After cultivating for a while, Ye Chen was only able to split out two Zhen Yuan flying swords at most.