Chapter 117 — Sword Sweeps the Stars
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Daoist Lingyun had just been lifted into the air and had not yet managed to react when the wooden sword pierced his chest, sending him flying backward to crash thunderously through the hall's doorway and vanish from sight. At the same time, Shen Mu stomped his foot; the two sword cases were shaken three chi off the ground, their clasps bursting open with a crack, and wooden swords shot out like lightning, tail to head, piercing into the great hall. Thunk, thunk, thunk, thunk, thunk, thunk.
A series of sounds came from within the hall, wooden sword striking wooden sword and breaking through, and in the blink of an eye both cases were empty. Seventy-one wooden swords formed a single line: the sword in front struck Daoist Lingyun's chest, and just as its force was spent, the sword behind drove in, breaking through the one in front to continue striking his chest, one after another without pause, leaving no time even to breathe!