Swoosh swoosh swoosh swoosh~~~~~
Those Tongue Swords tore the air apart with sharp shrieks, streaking in an instant toward him. Wang Xiaoqiang, in the True Body of the Son of Heaven, didn't dodge at all; he simply swung his two Grasp Stars and Moon hands, lightning flashing razor-sharp upon them, slapping straight toward those incoming Tongue Swords.
Bam bam bam bam...
Each time the Grasp Stars and Moon hand slapped into a Tongue Sword, it exploded with a thunderous bang, batting those Tongue Swords flying away. But while he was knocking the swords aside, Wang Xiaoqiang's Grasp Stars and Moon hands trembled slightly, and a stab of pain shot through them—clear proof that the Lip Sword was no small thing.
