A Turtle That Pulls Its Head In, Demonic Qi

The pair of jade bracelets Song Muxuan wore was clearly no ordinary spirit artifact. Though the flying sword in Song Jingyuan's hand had not been crafted by a master artificer, it was still a mid-grade spirit artifact—yet its spiritual essence had been drained dry, turning it into an ordinary weapon.

If he were caught beneath them, his fate would likely be no better than that flying sword's.

No one showed mercy in a deathmatch.

Song Jingyuan withdrew in an explosive retreat. The force erupting from his legs instantly dented the arena platform forged from hundred-tempered refined iron.

"Trying to run? Too late!" Song Muxuan naturally would not waste such a rare opportunity. She immediately poured spiritual power into the bracelets, and the ring in the air expanded severalfold in an instant.

If possible, she would have liked to cover the entire arena. Then her opponent would have nowhere to hide.

Faced with her fierce assault, Song Jingyuan had no intention of sitting still and waiting for death.

Whoosh—

With a sweep of his sleeve, more than a dozen flying swords of different shapes shot out from the Storage Bag within his robe and swiftly arranged themselves into a circular formation in midair.

Then, he directly unfolded a somewhat worn beast skin.

"Sword Array, rise!"

Following his loud shout, the seemingly plain beast skin suddenly burst with dazzling light, projecting countless profound formation patterns. At the center of the circle formed by the flying swords, they created a brilliant formation diagram.

The twelve flying swords spun rapidly and took their positions. Centered on Song Jingyuan, they formed a fierce sword array. Countless streams of sword qi erupted outward, blocking the halo conjured by the jade bracelets outside.

At this moment, Song Jingyuan displayed an unprecedented calm. He controlled the swords with