Swords flew out from all over the grassland without end and arrived in the rainy sky before the mausoleum.
Over ten swords floated around Chen Changsheng.
Countless Qis arrived in an earth-shaking manner. However, no matter if it was Teng Xiaoming’s overbearing demon techniques or Nanke’s burning true blood, he only needed to extend his hand and grasp a sword, breaking everything in his way with a swing.
Hua Cui and Ning Qiu looked at this scene. Their faces were pale, and they felt their two legs go slightly soft, nearly rendered unable to stand anymore.
Some of the swords were long and some were short. Some were wide and some were thin. Some were very overbearing, and some were very low-profile. Some glowed with sacred light, and some emanated demonic Qi. However, they all had one special aspect. These swords… were all very well known.