Now Han Feiyang can actually block his three swords, which is indeed a bit unexpected.

But that's all.

"What? Are you at your wit's end? Now, is it my turn?" Han Feiyang took a deep breath and quickly adjusted the disordered Qi in his body.

"You are at your wit's end?"

Hong Juding's mouth showed a hint of contempt: "You are really a gnat who sees the blue sky and doesn't know how high the sky is. Since you are so ignorant, I will let you see what the gap is!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Hong Juding slapped the sword box with one hand.

The whole sword box opened directly from it, revealing the six swords inside.

These six swords are long and short, shining and colorful.

Although they are of different shapes, each sword is a magic weapon.

"Longyuan!"

Hong Juding raised his sword finger, and one of the swords with golden patterns instantly soared into the air, like a blue dragon soaring into the sky.

"Chengying!"

"Kunwu!"

"Shenque!"

"Xuanyuan!"

"Huangquan!"

Hong Juding raised his sword finger lightly.

Every time he raised it, a sword rose from the ground and rose into the sky.

Including the first Black Wind Sword, the second Qingshuang Sword, and the third Chixiao Sword, all were summoned and rose into the air.

In the blink of an eye, nine swords were suspended above Han Feiyang's head.

Like nine mountains, Han Feiyang was almost out of breath.

"How is it possible?!"

Feeling the pressure of those divine swords, Han Feiyang widened his eyes, his face full of disbelief.

He didn't expect that there were so many swords hidden in Hong Juding's sword box. JrNovels.com