Chapter 4149 The Test In The World Of Swordsmanship

A thunderous roar sounded, thousands of sharp swords spinning around the strong man and forming an array.

It looked like a huge flying shield hurtling towards Austin.

Wherever the sword array passed, it smashed everything to pieces.

Austin, however, remained calm as he stared at the sword array.

He released his spiritual sense to lock tightly around the sword array.

And then...

Austin stretched out two fingers, like a sword,

and stabbed at the sword array with a minuscule but condensed sword aura.

Boom!

The huge sword array rotated as it sent out multiple, aggressive sword auras.

And as it did, a trivial sword aura silently flew towards it.

Austin's sword aura whistled softly as it went.

When the two sword auras collided with each other,

Austin and the strong man looked fixedly at the point of collision.

Clang!

Bang!

A sharp sword exploded.

"How could this be?"

the strong man said, frowning, apprehension taking over him.

Just before the last echoes of his voice faded away,

the sword array exploded with a loud bang.

Boom!

Sharp swords flew in all directions.

The powerful sword array was completely disintegrated!

"How's that possible?"

The strong man couldn't believe what had happened.

Austin, after destroying one of the swords, broke the whole sword array.

"Very good, young man!

You broke my sword array.

Tell me, what weakness did you find?"

the strong man asked Austin, once he recovered from his shock.

"Your sword array includes thousands of interlocking swords, connected from head to tail.

It looks tight and powerful,

but your sword array has an obvious weakness.

Even just one of the thousands of sharp swords breaks, the entire order of the sword array will be destroyed.

Every sword in this array has a specific position and function.

So if I destroy just one of the swords, the entire array can't form a circle. It will then collapse,"

Austin explained.

"That makes sense,"

the strong man said, nodding.

"But my sword array has a

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Sword Son Curry glanced indifferently at the four governing gods.

Back then, the four governing gods had been obedient subordinates of Sword Son Curry.

And because of that, he didn't take the four of them seriously.

"Sword Son Curry, haven't your body and soul already been destroyed?

How can you manage to leave the spiritual soul mark behind?"

Rollins couldn't believe what he was seeing.

"That's none of your business,"

Sword Son Curry said curtly, not even bothering to look at him.

"Sword Son Curry! How dare you talk to me like this! Do you think you are still the ruler of the Sword Cosmos?

You are now just a spiritual soul mark that I can destroy with only a flick.

Answer my questions obediently and show that you aren't a fool!

Now! Tell me!

Did Master Sword and his four disciples die or not?"

Rollins cried out, his voice harsh.

"What a ridiculous clown. You're not qualified to ask me anything,"

Sword Son Curry replied, disgusted.

"You..." Rollins sputtered.

His face turned red.

"Sword Son Curry, your era has passed.

You'd better answer our questions.

Don't force us to resort to violence.

After all, it's not easy for you to leave a spiritual soul mark. You surely didn't save this for us to destroy you again, right?"

Nash took a step forward, releasing a crushing pressure on Sword Son Curry.