When the broadsword was raised, Xu Zii casually waved her hand in mid-air, and Blade Qi sketched out a transparent barrier ahead.
All myriad of swords were blocked by the barrier.
Opposite her, Jian Ming’s gaze beca solemn as a polar light shot straight into the sky from the Three-foot Blue-White Sword.
The entire longsword was crisscrossed with Sword Qi, splitting the surrounding clouds apart.
She saw him rise into the air, his white robe fluttering in the wind.
"Heaven-shattering Shadowless Sword," young master Jian Ming uttered softly, and his figure completely disappeared from the Combat Stage.
At this mont, the Combat Stage was filled with lingering echoes of light from swords and shadows of blades.
The dense brilliance of countless swords occupied the entire Combat Stage, as if space in front of them had been fragnted into myriad pieces.
"These are all showy but insubstantial moves," Xu Zii shook her head gently.
He extended his right hand, holding the sword and rely blocked lightly in mid-air, without any other visible movent.
A "roar" resounded all around, and the entire space of the Combat Stage was utterly subjugated to it.
The spectators all around could hardly see anything clear; Sword Prison had surrounded the entire stage.
With a loud "boom," the Combat Stage completely collapsed.
When every Sword Intent shattered that entire space, a passing mosquito could have died a million tis over—it was only then that the spectators slowly began to discern the scene within.
One after another, cracks spread from the Combat Stage at their feet, accompanied by a "crackling" sound.
The stage was collapsing bit by bit to the crowd’s astonishnt, for this stage was specially constructed for combat, with an extrely strong capacity for endurance.
"Young master Jian Ming has grown stronger," soone muttered to themselves.
Xu Zii still stood calmly at the center of the Combat Stage.
Accompanied by a streak of Sword Qi falling from the void, only then was Jian Ming’s figure slowly revealed to the side.
He raised his right hand, and the Sword Qi transford into his personal sword, settling in his grasp.
"No one of my age can withstand my sword," Jian Ming said indifferently.
He looked at Xu Zii, seemingly waiting for sothing, yet the anticipated scene of Xu Zii’s body torn apart had not occurred.
With a "puh," suddenly, her robe at the abdon burst apart, and a line of blood shot out.
"How could this be, when did it happen?" young master Jian Ming fell to his knees, his eyes filled with shock as he looked at Xu Zii.
In his vision, Xu Zii had only been holding her sword, she hadn’t moved at all.
He had clearly dodged, yet why was he struck by the blade?
He looked at that figure standing in the center of the Combat Stage and felt an inexplicable shiver.
"Could it be that from the mont I made my first strike, she had already seen through the trajectory of all my sword techniques.
So her sword did not move, because that was where the path of my sword technique was bound to pass," Jian Ming speculated boldly.
Otherwise, there was no way to explain the cut he had suffered.
"Sotis, even the eyes can deceive," Xu Zii turned around and spoke indifferently.
"Why are you unhard?" Jian Ming asked, sowhat unwilling to accept defeat.
"Because you are too weak," Xu Zii shook her head slightly and said, "I am on the fifth level, while you’re only on the first."
Seeing this scene, the audience below erupted in disbelief, hardly daring to trust the spectacle before them.
"Young master Jian Ming was defeated? How is that possible?"
"Who is that guy? Never seen him before."
At that mont in the spectators’ seats, the young man in splendid clothes who had lent Xu Zii the sword narrowed his eyes.
He then turned and asked his subordinate, "I rember Jian Ming is a scion of Sword Tomb, right?"
"Yes, he is one of the direct lineage, but he seems to be unpopular in the family," a subordinate beside him nodded.
"Now that’s interesting, I rember the Sword Tomb supposedly holds so things," the gentleman in luxurious clothes said with a smile.
...
Jian Ming looked down at his abdon, watching drop by drop of fresh blood fall; it had been a long ti since he had been injured or even felt pain.
"You really are strong," Jian Ming took a deep breath and slowly stood up.
"I also admit, if we were to fight normally, I would not be your match."
"So what?" Xu Zii 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 be defeated," Xu Zii replied.
"Right, which is why I have decided to show you my strongest move, even if it ans risking my life," Jian Ming said.
Jian Ming picked up the sword in his hand, a complex emotion flickering in his eyes.
Sadness or longing, or perhaps the madness that lurked deep within.
He picked up the blue-and-white longsword, and in that mont, the longsword seed to feel sothing too, its blade trembling gently as if lanting.
The blue-and-white longsword turned a blood-red color, completely transforming from its original purity to sothing incredibly sinister.
He lifted his head, his eyes a blazing crimson, veins on his forehead bulging as spiritual energy from all around converged on the sword.
"Blood Sacrifice Sword," Jian Ming roared angrily, his own blood flowing into the longsword along with his cry.
The blood-red hue of the longsword beca even more startling while Jian Ming’s face grew paler, appearing as though he was being drained of everything.
"Co, let see how powerful you are," Jian Ming gripped the longsword, seeming to concentrate all his strength into this one strike.
And with that, he slashed down.
The blood-red Sword Qi seed to cover even the sun, a kiloter-long blast of Sword Qi erupting from the Blood Sword.
The sound of a thunderous explosion reverberated all around.
The blood-red Sword Qi charged toward Xu Zii with an unstoppable force, as if it could topple mountains and overturn seas.
After that slash fell, Jian Ming seed to have had all his strength withdrawn, collapsing directly onto the ground.
He struggled to lift his head, silently watching this one strike.
The power of this sword even exceeded the Combat Stage, frightening the audience watching nearby into panic, as they scattered in all directions for shelter.
The judge by the side raised a defensive shield, enveloping the entire Combat Stage within it.
As the sword approached with a force that seed to destroy the heavens and the earth, Xu Zii countered with a simple blade strike.
Nothing else, just pure suppression of realm, and a transcendence of Vein Skills comprehension and vision.
This blade strike aid right at the weakest part of the Sword Qi, and with a loud "boom,"
the blood-red Sword Qi shattered, splitting from the center.
Both the might and the killing intent of the Sword Qi were extinguished in an instant.
Xu Zii stood there, his deanor casual, indifferent.
As if such an attack didn’t even qualify to make him take it seriously.
"You," Jian Ming coughed heavily several tis, staring at Xu Zii in disbelief.
This Blood Sacrifice Sword technique was a secret not passed down in the Sword Tomb, each swordsman born connected to a sword.
A sword to accompany them for life, only to be used in this way when facing a life-and-death crisis; the swordsman would integrate all their blood essence into the sword, risking everything in one final battle.
Although Jian Ming was only a Venerable in terms of his realm, this strike was a true attack on the level of lting Heaven.
"Wouldn’t it be better to concede early? You’re giving yourself such a big blow," Xu Zii sighed and shook his head.
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