Chapter 1070

Zhou Shuanglong's sword lunged forward, the sound of the wind shrieking, and countless swords scattered down like a downpour, covering the surrounding area, leaving no room for escape.

These swords, like false images, landed on the trees and ground without inflicting any damage.

Michael had already entered the "Realm of the Demon Dragon", his body was burly, and scale-like patterns emerged on his skin. A pair of golden eyes were filled with vigilance and solemnity.

At the beginning of his clash with Zhou Shuanglong, he had thought the sword rain that descended from the sky was merely an illusion, but this mistake had cost him dearly.

Michael swung his sword, the sword light continuously flowing, like a barrier.

Clang! Clang! Clang!

The rain-like sword light, when colliding with the Chizhao sword, emitted a piercing explosion sound, leaving no doubt that even an iron man would be instantly riddled with holes by the sword rain.