Faced with the sword technique by Sect Master Li Changqing, Lin Mo could only do an evasive maneuver while hoping to deflect as many of them as possible. Using his [Crimson Flow Phantom Steps], his figure split into three indistinct crimson blurs as he weaved through the gaps in the falling sword rain.
However, Li Changqing was not a sect master for nothing. As Lin Mo moved, the twelve phantom blades adjusted their trajectory, tracking him with the persistence of a homing missile.
"Illusion is born from reality, and reality can be masked by illusion, Shopkeeper." Li Changqing's voice echoed calmly from everywhere at once. "To deceive the eye is simple. To deceive the intent is one of the paths of the sword."
The blades accelerated.
Lin Mo gritted his teeth. He knew he couldn't dodge them all. If he tried to block with the spear alone, he'd be overwhelmed by the sheer volume of attacks, even if it's a heaven-grade artifact.
