Chapter 215

Regarding Yanqing's attack, the Mara-Struck Shape-Shifter did not counterattack.

The powerful force emanating from his body seemed to silently tell everyone that the attack in front of him was nothing more than an insignificant provocation.

His gaze was fixed tightly on Jingliu, his arms slowly rising, solemn as iron and stone.

That heavy armor refracted a cold radiance in the sunlight, as if it were a beam of suppressed light in the darkness.

"Buzz, buzz, buzz!"

At this moment, as the sword shadows approached, an invisible shield appeared around the Shape-Shifter's body.

The sharp sword aura and huge impact brought by the flying swords were dissolved one by one with a "bang, bang, bang" the moment they touched the shield, as if they had rushed into a boundless abyss, without causing any ripples.

Seeing this, Yanqing's expression changed slightly.

He understood what kind of powerful opponent he was facing.

Six flying swords circled Yanqing, their tips trembling, seemingly ready to launch another attack at any time.

But at this moment, Yanqing knew that relying solely on the power of these flying swords would not be able to shake the Mara-Struck Shape-Shifter in front of him.

"Looking forward and backward, the strength is weak."

Looking at this scene, Jingliu's tone was disappointed, and she shook her head gently: "Where did your confidence from just now go?"

Hearing Jingliu's words, Yanqing's expression was ugly. He waved his hand again, and under the eruption of the power of the Path of the Hunt, a cold temperature emerged.

Terrifying ice power appeared on every one of Yanqing's flying swords, which immediately whistled and landed on the Mara-Struck Shape-Shifter, instantly freezing him.

"Boom!"

Streaks of sword light whistled, constantly impacting the Mara-Struck Shape-Shifter.

"Crack, crack, crack, crack!"

A shattering sound rang out; the frozen Mara-Struck Shape-Shifter had the ice on his body melt rapidly, and he was completely unharmed.

Seeing this scene, Yanqing's expression was ugly; could he not even deal with this Shape-Shifter with this?

"No other way, I'll only use that move."

Thinking of this, Yanqing's gaze was firm.

Deep in Yanqing's heart, an unprecedented determination rose.

He knew that the Mara-Struck Shape-Shifter in front of him was far from what an ordinary person could match. At this moment, he could only use his most secret ultimate technique—Ten Thousand Swords Come.

Thinking of this, Yanqing's hand gestures changed rapidly, like dancing flames; every time he waved his hand, sword intent condensed along with it.

Suddenly, his entire aura began to change drastically, and an unprecedented sharp light flowed in his eyes, as if even the surrounding air had solidified at this moment.

A chill spread from the tip of his sword to the entire battlefield, and the temperature plummeted, causing every corner of the battlefield to be shrouded in a faint layer of frost mist.

"Ten Thousand Swords! Come!"

As Yanqing's voice rang out, the color of heaven and earth changed.

From behind Yanqing, countless swords made of ice emerged, each ice sword emitting a deep blue light; these rays of light intertwined in the darkness into a huge net, covering the entire sky.