Like a heavy stone falling from the heavens above!!!
Madly descending.
Under the effects of gravity and inertia, these three stars were accelerating, their glow expanding, seemingly about to obliterate the position where Su Chen stood.
In Su Chen's eyes, three scorching, blood-red stars were rapidly enlarging.
Normally, facing such a scene.
Faced with such immense pressure.
One should evade, escape.
But Su Chen, instead, raised his head sharply, the Ancient Dust Sword in his hand screeching and resonating. Not only was the Ancient Dust Sword unafraid, it was excited.
Heavy momentum, rising from the heavens and earth.
One sword stroke.
Eternal ages howl.
One sword stroke, blocking across the void.
Slashing towards those three boundless stars.
And as Su Chen swung this sword.
Those... those... those three stars, mysteriously disappeared.
Upon disappearing, before Su Chen.
Three swords appeared.
