Both sides were locked in a fierce battle. Several cold flashes swept past, and Lin Pingfan felt a chill at the back of his neck, instinctively ducking to dodge.
Right then, two heavy blades radiating a cold glare swept past right above his scalp. Before he had a moment to spare, two more broadswords appeared in front of him, slashing upward toward his face.
Lin Pingfan’s expression remained calm as his body soared into the air, spinning and flipping to evade the upward strike.
Chapter 487