He shook both arms, and suddenly there was a mechanism opening and closing from behind him. Nine chains shot out with a whoosh. These chains seemed to have a mind of their own, dancing in the air, intertwining with Sikong Yijian's sword qi.
But the tip of the chain held another mystery, as the sword qi was dense and unfathomable.
The tip of the chain suddenly expanded, like a bizarre flower blooming. Hundreds of tiny filaments burst forth from this flower, covering the sky and blocking out the sun.
Sikong Yijian's sword qi swirled, and for a moment it was an impenetrable fortress from all directions.
But when he blocked the endless filaments, then looked up, Zuo Huaifeng, clad in armor, already held an Iron Umbrella.
He grasped the umbrella handle, leaped forward, and struck with a wave of his hand.
Sikong Yijian held his sword to meet him, and they heard a sharp clang!
