764 Sword Competition in the Verdant Canyon Part 2 (2/2)

The Flying Sword was operating the natal flying swords by controlling the Qi of Heaven and Earth with the cultivators' Psyche Power. A powerhouse like Liu Bai could kill people from thousands of kilometers away.

The way Jun Mo adopted was by directly applying the Qi of Heaven and Earth into the sword. This cut the middle link and transformed the natural forces into its terrible speed.

The discarded swords were faster than the cultivator had imagined. No one had ever operated a sword like this and no one had ever seen such fast flying swords.

These swords were so fast that the air began to moan. Neither eyes nor senses could catch them. It was as if they had disappeared.

They were so fast that even Liu Bai was unsure if he could take out his sword before the swords arrived.

He gave up on the flying swords and drew out his sword.

The sword in his hand looked ordinary and rusty.

He hadn't used it for a long time.

No one had expected that Liu Bai would be the one to have to defend, including himself.

He hadn't expected that there could be a sword faster than his.

He would praise and admire Jun Mo some other time.

However, right now, he had to be careful. He was about to face these fast swords.

He was forced to defend.

He had to defend.

He crossed the sword.

This was a type of sword intent. It was as straight as the sword and could not be shaken in the wind like a majestic granite city.

His sword was rusty, straight, and indestructible. It was like an old wall that had stood for millions of years; it looked dilapidated but was still tough.

Jun Mo's first sword arrived.

The discarded sword was no longer dead. The swords began reflecting cold light from the friction.

The tip of the sword trembled at high speed, piercing through the air as if it could tear up a thick iron plate with its high-speed vibrations.

It was approaching Liu Bai and about to hit his sword.

It was like the ancient bells ringing before the Lanke Temple was ruined.

As if a naughty boy had thrown a stone into a wave-less lake.

A sound rang in front of Liu Bai, clear and far.

It sounded like paper tearing or as if a roll of wet paper had been kneaded into a mass and thrown under the table.

The sword carried unimaginable strength at inconceivable speed but suddenly stopped in front of Liu Bai.

Only one foot from the rusty sword.

It didn't hurt Liu Bai.

In front of Liu Bai an invisible barrier was formed.

The sword was stuck into the barrier.

The barrier was his sword intent; it was like a city wall.

The second sword came in quick succession.

It also stuck and couldn't break the barrier.

However, no one noticed that Liu Bai's rusty sword was slightly bent.

The curvature was so small that it was indiscernible to the human eye.

The third sword arrived.

Then the fourth one.

Dozens of swords arrived like thunder and all of them stopped in front of Liu Bai.

Liu Bai's rusty sword bent more and more as these swords arrived until its curvature was evident.

However, it was far from falling apart because it had turned soft.

His sword was no longer like the old city; it transformed into a river under the city.

It was the city moat.

The river was gentle, but it could protect the city.

None of the dozens of swords could penetrate the invisible barrier. They were all stuck in the air.

It looked very strange and shocking like a sword forest was growing in front of Liu Bai.

The swords were so close to him, it looked like they would stab him in the eye.

Anyone would feel fear in this situation.

Anyone but Liu Bai, because he had his sword.

The swords could not approach him.

Not near.

Not far.

They stopped just one foot from him.

They stopped just 30 centimeters from him.

This was his world.

This was his sword's word.

Wind and rain could enter, but other swords couldn't.