Chapter 311: 40: The Vast Sword Power_3
Translator: 549690339
In the matter of magical weapons, he undoubtedly suffered a small loss.
However, Western Evil Mink Monk did not panic, and a triumphant smile appeared in his eyes as he looked at Zhao Huai and shouted while lying on the ground:
“Zhao Huai! If you dare to come out, you’re seeking your death!”
Before he finished speaking, Zhao Huai sensed fluctuations in the surrounding space.
Eight or nine streaks of light came piercing through, forming a dense web that encircled Zhao Huai.
At this moment, a dark green rusty sword shot out from the Sword-Nurturing Gourd at Zhao Huai’s waist with a “whoosh” sound.
All the streaks of light were struck one by one, and then it revolved around him, protecting its master.
Seeing this situation, Zhao Huai was quite astonished.
He did not expect that this shabby dark green immortal sword would come out on its own to protect him.
This sword actually had its consciousness!
In the short moment of Zhao Huai’s distraction, the surrounding streaks of light attacked again.
“Ghost King Seal.”
“Green Ink Broadsword.”
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One after another, hushed shouts came from the crowd, showing that someone was hidden among the cultivators to ambushed Zhao Huai. Each of their cultivation was not low—they were all in the Golden Core Realm.
A mark emerged on the forehead of a cultivator in a black robe, and torrents of evil qi surged from his hands, attacking Zhao Huai.
“It’s devil cultivators! There are so many of them.”
“Damn! He’s really a monster. Facing so many powerful opponents alone and still not falling behind.”
“Has Yan Country’s Crown Prince’s cultivation reached the Peak Golden Core?!”
“I estimate that he might have already reached the seventh or eighth stage of the Golden Core. Ordinary Golden Core cultivators, even if their combat prowess is acceptable, would not be able to withstand the consumption of magic power.”
Not only the cultivators on the ground, but Western Evil Mink Monk’s face also showed shock.
“How did he do it? He’s controlling three flying swords at the same time!”
“Can his magic power hold up?”
High in the sky.
Zhao Huai faced many opponents, his momentum gradually climbing; the sword qi protected his body, and none of the surrounding opponents’ moves could hurt him in the slightest.
He stepped off the red rusty sword.
Yu Sha was sent out, the sword qi unmatched and carried by the black light.
“Swoosh!”
From the sword edge, the sword qi shot out.
In the blink of an eye, a Devil Sect disciple’s magical weapon was split in half.
“My Devil Sparrow Fan!”
The Devil Sect disciple who had lost his magical weapon shouted, his voice filled with unbearable sadness.
The surrounding Devil Sect disciples’ eyes revealed fear.
The sword able to sever the magical weapon was too sharp.
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