Shen Yanli was about to intervene with Mo Bai, but it was already too late, Mo Bai's moves were too fast! The thirty-five sharp swords before him flew towards Yu Wensi, and the long whip in Yu Wensi's hand spun like a propeller, flinging away the thirty-five sharp swords flying straight towards him, which were then controlled by Mo Bai, gathering again from all directions, relentlessly pursuing Yu Wensi from behind.
Yu Wensi raised the long whip, concentrating his cultivation, suddenly a red light flashed on his forehead, and ten images of Yu Wensi emerged in the sky, at different heights, engaging in a battle with the flying long swords.
At this moment, Mo Bai was already at a disadvantage. Yu Wensi opened his large hand holding the long whip, his hand turning slightly in the air, his mouth chanting some spell, only to see the black long whip in his hand transform into a black sharp sword.
