All the laws of the world, cut with one sword!

PEI Ling immediately brandished the nine phantoms saber. The blade cut through the air and the sound was like the howls of ten thousand ghosts. In a shrill manner, it slashed towards the flying sword.

Clang!

The blade and the sword collided again, and sparks flew everywhere. The air trembled like water ripples.

PEI Ling was still in a stalemate with he fuqiong's flying sword earlier. Now that he fuqiong was trapped by the law, the power of his flying sword should have been even weaker. However, now that the sword and the blade had clashed, PEI Ling suddenly felt a numbing sensation in his palm and the nine souls saber almost slipped out of his hand!

PEI Ling's heart jolted in shock. Although he had split his clone and his power had been somewhat dispersed, the wound on his chest had yet to recover. Blood had already soaked through his entire front and was still dripping down the corner of his sleeve.