293 Yin God

Fang Zhixing didn't pay any attention to the high-rise buildings that seemed as flimsy as paper.

His gaze was fixed on the sword hovering above Yan Jingfeng's head.

It was as if an invisible giant hand firmly grasped the splendid long sword.

"Oh, Sword Control?!"

Fang Zhixing was startled, then he had an epiphany, exclaiming, "So you are a Longevity Species of Taoism!"

Taoists cultivate Yang Divine, control swords to fly, beheading enemies from thousands of miles away.

"Hehe, I indeed cultivated Yang Divine, but there are as many people cultivating it as carps crossing the river, and not all of them necessarily come from Taoism," Yan Jingfeng said with unruffled calm as he loosened his collar and lifted his wide robe.

Inside the robe were many pockets, glinting with Cold Light!

In the pockets were tiny swords, not even as long as a hand.

"Guess how many swords I brought!"

Yan Jingfeng was buoyant, giving his robe a shake.

In an instant, whoosh whoosh whoosh!