Qin Yun's Sixth Sword Move

Black Wing flapped his wings as he tore through the sky, moving at a speed much faster than any Dharma treasure of half-step Golden Immortals. Ordinary Skyfiends would even fail to make out his location.

He was constantly watching Fiend King Xiao. "Now that the Fiendish Heavenly Dao has infiltrated, Fiend King Xiao is enveloped by it. He is no longer met with the suppression by the Heaven and Earth powers and will be able to deliver his usual strength. Even if he's no match for Qin Yun, it should be easy for him to stay alive."

"Swoosh!"

Five thousand kilometers away, Xiao was equally confident facing Qin Yun's Misty Rain Sword as well. With a wave of his hand, twelve blood-colored curved blades flew out. Each of them seemed like a blood-colored crescent as they flew through the air with a disenchanted beauty. They mystically flew towards the Misty Rain Sword in a concerted effort to intercept it.