Yan Chuan was startled.
In a moment's confusion, the Whale Beast and the Alligator Beast were already upon him.
No need to say more—
This Whale Beast!
This Alligator Beast!
They must be mere illusions of mist, posing no real threat.
Yan Chuan remained unmoved as the eight winds, still aiming to 'use stillness to subdue movement.'
However, just as the Whale Beast passed through and the Alligator Beast swept by, a chill ran down Yan Chuan's back, and in that instant of raised hackles, he swiftly thrust out a sword.
Behold this sword—
Swish, swish, swish!
So swift.
In a moment, he had already thrust eighteen swords in succession, each sword splitting into three as it was thrust out, the wrist shaking, dividing the sword move into three.
This is precisely the superior swordsmanship of 'Quanzhen Swordsmanship', known as 'One Qi to Three Pure Ones.'
Eighteen swords of two nines!
Fifty-four moves!
