Little Slut No. 1 and No. 9 had been holding back for a long time. There was no other reason. Yun Chujiu had a total of 77 to 49 flying swords, but at the moment, only they could show themselves. The remaining 40 were naturally unconvinced.
They were anxious to prove themselves, and slaying the nine-headed strange snake was undoubtedly the best opportunity.
At this time, the weapon spirits of the immortal sword and Yun Chujiu’s goals were exactly the same. In a sense, they had achieved the unity of man and sword, and their power was several times stronger than usual.
Therefore, the nine-headed snake was miserable!
Its attention was not on Yun chujiu at all. By the time it caught a glimpse of the cold light, it was already too late.
The nine immortal swords drew a uniform arc, and the nine heads of the nine-headed snake were cut off. The nine-headed snake did not even have time to scream before it died.