When Fang Yu uttered the words "Emperor Sword Technique," he paused slightly.
But it was only for a moment.
An arrow on the string must be released!
This person must be eliminated!
The sword in Fang Yu's hand glistened under the sunlight filtering through the dense forest.
Cold Qi and murderous intent were intensely intertwined.
"Trying to kill me... You're still too young... Supreme Holy Artifact, Xuanwu Shield!" Zhou Tianshuo lifted his right hand, holding a round shield that appeared before him.
The sword light and murderous intent were all blocked.
A faint smirk appeared at Fang Yu's lips as he continued in a deep voice:
"Tenfold Concerto!"
"Saint Sword Intent!"
A sword light, transformed by the Tenfold Concerto, instantly split into ten, infused with Saint Sword Intent.
And there was Divine Dragon Possession, a small dragon Sword Spirit!
This was all-out effort!
Swish—
The sword light descended.
