747 Sky Scorpio Sword(2)

The swords in the sword mound were too numerous, stretching as far as the eye could see like an ocean of swords. Across the mountains of swords, various kinds of sword Qi assaulted each other in the air, issuing metal clashing sounds.

Ye Chen walked in by himself, slowly heading deep into the sword mount.

'What a powerful sword Qi!'

From outside, it was still hard to sense how powerful the sword Qi really was. But as he went deeper, more and more incorporeal sword Qi began slashing at Ye Chen, as if trying to slice him into thousands of pieces. The sword Qi accumulated by more than ten thousand swords was nothing to joke about.

Moreover, Ye Chen discovered that being surrounded by countless swords, his gaze and soul power had turned indistinct. Even with the vision of his eyes or perception of his soul power, he was unable to differentiate between the swords. He even felt that every sword was excellent.