"Ah! Aah!!" Li Poxiao's eyes were blood-red, as though he had become a Blood-Bathed War God. With a single sword strike, he actually forced Li Tianjian backward through the air. However, cloud swords kept raining down from the sky, and Li Tianjian's completely reckless swordsmanship truly let everyone witness the power of a genuine expert!
He had no fear of falling into the sea of swords and being wounded by his own attacks, making his enemies suffer the same injuries he did. It was as though he were deliberately giving away his own magical power. Even I couldn't help becoming wary!
He was waiting for all of us to pour in our magical power and fight to the death, so that he could activate something!
But right now, none of us could stop. With life and death hanging in the balance, there simply weren't any other choices. Either Li Tianjian died, or we perished!
Li Poxiao's strength was being expended rapidly, but Li Tianjian's expenditure was no small matter either. After fighting the three of us, then creating several clones while everyone surrounded and attacked him, the constant release of the Cloudmiasma Illusory Body had consumed no less magical power than any one of us. Now, under Li Poxiao's strike, he too had reached the limit of magical power he could use for self-preservation.
Xia Ruize had also been struck by more than a dozen swords. Cloud swords that had traveled ten thousand miles were stuck all over his back, but the Black Dragon Armor had taken those sword qi head-on for him, so the attacks had not consumed much of his magical power!
Li Poxiao was covered in sword wounds as well. At that moment, Li Tianjian finally freed one hand and slowly raised his sword, instantly stabbing toward