Sword Valor and Sword Soul

Zhang Ruochen's hair was disheveled. He grabbed Ancient Abyssal Blade and stood up unsteadily. He looked down at the tombstones and swords in the air and said, "Come on, kill me. I don't fear you."

Swish Swish

The swords turned into a rain of light and flew toward Zhang Ruochen.

From afar, it seemed as if a massive vortex of sword rain had appeared.

At the center of the vortex was Zhang Ruochen.

"Charge!"

Zhang Ruochen kept swinging Ancient Abyssal Blade and hacking away the swords.

However, there were too many swords, and he could not block them.

In an instant, his chest and abdomen exploded. His skin, flesh, bones, and internal organs turned into blood mist. No matter how strong his physical recovery ability was, it could not be reversed.

No matter how strong his physical defense was, he could not withstand it.