Chapter 31 — Lanjiang Sword Intent Shines with a Cold Gleam

stabbed at Shen Mu. Shock hit Shen Mu's heart and he hurriedly retreated. By then a third spirit sword flew from the bag, then a fourth, a fifth, a sixth, a seventh... Ten-odd spirit swords were linked end to end, all pierced through tip and hilt by a single vital-qi thread. The first sword's hilt pressed against the second sword's tip, the second sword's hilt pressed against the third's tip; linked together, they stretched six or seven zhang, like a living silver dragon tumbling and dancing in the air, or the Li River's waters with their thousand turns and bends. The Chengjiang Sword Art! The greatest sword art of the Southern Frontier. Qianxun's first sword was incomparably nimble, flitting up, down, left, and right, and the swords behind it followed in the same flight, threading through the crowd without touching anyone by so much as a hair. But from Shen Mu's angle, he could see only the tip of the first sword, never the swords behind it. A violent sense of peril rose in him. Not seeing meant the unknown, and the unknown could not be dodged, could not be predicted. The Chengjiang Sword Art was indeed sinister and ferocious. Just then, the first spirit sword shook out dozens of sword-flowers and stabbed at Shen Mu, its light dazzling the eye. And behind those dozens of sword-flowers, the second spirit sword slipped out of the line, held by a separate vital-qi thread, and swept at Shen Mu's neck without warning!