Chapter 957: Shadow Stone

A moment later, a shadowy figure moved swiftly like lightning, suddenly appearing within the view of the two men.

Only then could Lu Xuan make out the true form of the Wrathful Sword Master.

The shadow had no corporeal body, vaguely maintaining the posture of a "Cultivator," with strands of Sword Qi drifting down like clothes floating in water, giving off an extremely sharp sensation. From a distance of tens of yards, even Spiritual Sense tingled with a faint pain.

"Well met!"

The Sword Box in Long Xingyu's hand suddenly leaped up, and one after another, Flying Swords poured out, with the sound of swords whistling incessantly all around.

The shadowy figure's hollow eye sockets became aware of the powerful Sword Qi and seemed to light up instantly, transforming into various remnants as it lunged towards Long Xingyu.

Long Xingyu's proficiency in Sword Dao was sublime, and the multitude of Flying Swords displayed endless variations, leaving Lu Xuan no time to catch his breath.