Dozens of swords came down from all directions, all using the same sword moves as he had just done. The coffin-like space was instantly covered with frost, and a chilling chill overflowed.
Liam secretly said trouble, holding the frost blade in hand and ducking down.
Sea Tide Sword---turn the tide.
The frost and snow all over the sky swept by the sword intent seemed to hold up an invisible cover in mid-air, invulnerable to the depressing power of dozens of swords. After a loud noise, sparks flew out, and he held the sword. The people in the mirror scattered and retreated together.
Liam no longer gave them the chance to besiege him. His body moved as fast as lightning, and the frost blade in his hand kept spinning. The nine-transformation "Youwei" hook and stab turned back, and the sword shadow was like an elusive ghost, and he instantly penetrated into the crowd.
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