When Lin Yun held his sword, his temperament had undergone a drastic transformation. The surrounding purple swords that were trapping him began to tremble. It was like they were holding back a beast.

“It’s too late. Stop acting!” Shi Feng didn’t believe that Lin Yun could turn the tables around when he was also injured.

But when Shi Feng’s sword was about to descend, a brilliant sword ray suddenly tore apart all the surrounding sword rays.

“Who says that I don’t have a dao artifact?!” Lin Yun’s eyes flashed coldly as he flicked his wrist. The terrifying aura of a dao artifact was unleashed from the Flower Burial Sword and descended towards Shi Feng like a bright sun.

Shi Feng clearly had the advantage in the sky, but he looked like a tiny ant. Lin Yun seemed like a giant ever since he drew the Flower Burial Sword.

“Damn it!” Shi Feng’s face became pale as...