Chapter 952 - Trace of Nirvana Cleanser

This sword was seven feet long and three inches wide. The silver light it emitted was like moonlight. It floated in Wang Lin’s hand and let out sword hums.

Wang Lin’s right hand touched it and he left his divine sense mark on it.

The long sword hummed loudly and then a ray of sword energy shot out and circled around Wang Lin.

“It indeed is a good sword!” Joy filled Wang Lin’s eyes and he flew after the next flying sword. The surrounding cultivators simply had no way to stop Wang Lin. Magic Arsenal had summoned numerous souls to fight them, and the endless thunder continued to descend.

Wang Lin took a step and his hands reached out. Another sword was caught in his hand and began to struggle. Its struggle was intense, as if it was humiliating to be in Wang Lin’s hands. As it struggled, the sword shot ray of sword energy upwards.

At this instant, the remaining nine flying swords all let out a sword hymns and their speed increased...