When the long sword was raised, Xu Zimo waved it in mid-air, and the sword energy drew a transparent barrier in front of him.
All the ten thousand swords were blocked by the barrier.
The sword inscription opposite looked solemnly, and on the three-foot blue and white sword, an aurora shot straight into the sky.
The entire sword was filled with sword energy, and the surrounding clouds were divided.
I saw him rising into the air, his white robes fluttering in the wind.
"Shaking Sky Shadowless Sword," Master Jianming shouted softly, and his figure completely disappeared from the ring.
The arena at this moment was full of afterimages of swords and swords echoing.
Dense sword lights occupied the entire competition stage, as if the space was split into countless fragments in front of them.
"They are all flashy moves," Xu Zimo shook his head slightly.
He stretched out his right hand and held the knife lightly in mid-air, but he did not make any other movements.
The sound of "rumbling" exploded all around, and the entire space of the arena was completely immersed in it.
The people watching the battle could hardly see anything clearly, and the sword prison surrounded the entire arena.
There was a big explosion, and the competition ring completely collapsed.
When all the sword intent shattered the entire space, as if a flying mosquito could die tens of millions of times, the audience watching the battle gradually saw the scene inside clearly.
Cracks spread from the competition ring under your feet, and the sound of "click, click, click" sounded.
The arena collapsed little by little, and everyone was surprised. You must know that this arena was specially built for fighting and has extremely strong endurance.
"Master Jianming is strong again," someone murmured to himself.
Xu Zimo still stood calmly in the center of the ring.
As a sword light fell from the sky, Jian Ming's figure slowly appeared here.
He raised his right hand, and the sword light turned into his sword and fell into his hand.
"No one of my age can catch my sword," Jian Ming said calmly.
He looked at Xu Zimo, as if waiting for something, but the scene where Xu Zimo's body was shattered into pieces did not happen.
With a "pop" sound, the robe on his abdomen suddenly shattered, and a line of blood shot out from it.
"How could it happen and when?" Mr. Jian Ming was half-kneeling on the ground, looking at Xu Zimo with horrified eyes.
In his sight, Xu Zimo just raised the knife and didn't move at all.
He obviously escaped, so why was he still hit by the knife?
He looked at the figure standing in the center of the ring and felt chilled inexplicably.
"Could it be that from the first time I drew my sword, he saw clearly the trajectory of all my sword skills?
So his sword didn't move, because that's where the trajectory of my swordsmanship must pass," Jian Ming boldly guessed.
Otherwise, it would be impossible to explain the stabbing he received.
"Eye can be deceiving sometimes," Xu Zimo turned around and said flatly.
"Why are you okay?" Jian Ming said somewhat unwillingly.
"Because you are too weak," Xu Zimo shook his head slightly and said, "I am on the fifth floor, and you are only on the first floor."
Seeing this scene, the audience below exploded and couldn't believe the scene in front of them at all.
"Master Jianming was defeated? How is this possible?"
"Who is that guy? I've never seen him before."
In the audience at this moment, the handsome man in fine clothes who had borrowed the knife from Xu Zimo slightly narrowed his eyes.
Then he asked the subordinate next to him: "I remember that this sword inscription is a descendant of Jianzhong."
"Yes, he is one of the direct descendants, but he doesn't seem to be popular in the family," the subordinate next to him nodded.
"That's a bit interesting. I remember that there is something in the Sword Tomb," the handsome man said with a smile.
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Jian Ming lowered his head and looked at the blood dripping from his abdomen. He had not been injured or felt pain for a long time.
"You are really strong," Jian Ming took a deep breath and slowly stood up.
"I also admit that if you fight normally, I am not your opponent."
"So?" Xu Zimo asked.
"I don't like the feeling of defeat, just like the scene when I left the Sword Tomb," Jian Ming said calmly.
"No one wants to lose," Xu Zimo replied.
"Yes, so I decided to show you my strongest move, even if I risk my life for it, I won't hesitate."
Jian Ming picked up the sword in his hand, with an indescribable emotion in his eyes.
Sadness or nostalgia, or the deep madness.
He picked up the blue-white long sword. At this moment, the long sword seemed to feel something. The sword body was trembling slightly, as if it was mourning.
The blue-white long sword turned blood red at this moment, and the entire sword changed from its original purity to extremely evil.
He raised his head, his eyes were scarlet red, veins popped up on his forehead, and all the spiritual energy around him was concentrated on the sword.
"Blood Sacrifice Death Sword," the sword inscription roared, and the blood in the body also poured into the long sword.
The red blood on the long sword became more and more shocking, and Jian Ming's face became paler and paler, as if his whole body had been sucked dry.
"Come, let me see how strong you are," Jian Ming held the sword tightly, as if concentrating all his strength on this sword.
Just cut it down with one sword.
The blood-red sword energy seemed to block the sun, and a kilometer-long sword energy burst out from the blood sword.
The sound of "rumbling" explosions sounded all around.
The bloody sword energy was killing Xu Zimo with a devastating and irresistible momentum.
After this sword strike, Jian Ming seemed to have been drained of all his strength and collapsed directly to the ground.
He struggled to raise his head and looked at the sword quietly.
The power of this sword even exceeded that of the martial arts arena, and the spectators watching the battle were frightened and fled around in panic.
The referee on the side raised a defensive shield, covering the entire competition ring.
Seeing this sword coming to destroy the world, Xu Zimo still struck with one sword.
There is nothing else, the suppression of pure realm, the pure understanding of pulse skills and the transcendence of vision.
This sword struck directly at the weakest point of the sword energy, and only a "boom" sound was heard.
The blood-red sword energy shattered from the middle position.
The power and murderous intent of the sword energy were annihilated in an instant.
Xu Zimo stood there, giving people the impression of being casual and meaningless.
It was as if this kind of attack didn't even qualify him to take it seriously.
"You," Jian Ming coughed heavily and looked at Xu Zimo in disbelief.
This blood sacrifice death sword move is a secret of their sword tomb. Every swordsman is born with a sword.
A sword is enough to accompany you for a lifetime. Only when faced with a life or death crisis, the swordsman will use this move to integrate all the blood and energy of his body into the sword and fight to the death.
Although the current sword inscription is only at the level of the Venerable, this attack is a real attack at the level of melting the sky.
"Isn't it good to admit defeat early? You have to give yourself such a big blow," Xu Zimo sighed and shook his head.
