The brilliance of Chu Ming's sword light collided with the illusionary body's sword array projection, causing the sword array to tremble incessantly. The leaking sword light smashed all the surrounding rocks.
Swoosh!
Chu Ming's figure split into two. At some point, the illusionary body had already appeared before him. The sharp stone sword, mixed with several streams of sword force, directly enveloped Chu Ming.
His foot gently tapped the ground, resembling a wild goose on the river. Chu Ming's two figures immediately retreated, and during this retreat, the left illusion gradually disappeared—it was merely an illusion.
Buzz!
The Silver Light Sword swung horizontally, counterattacking even faster, piercing out thirty-six times in an instant.
Pop, pop, pop...
The tips of the swords collided, sparks flew everywhere, obscuring both of their figures; all that could be seen were sparks flying chaotically.
Clang! Clang! Clang!
