Xia Yun had slashed out dozens of swords in succession, yet Luo Zheng had effortlessly dodged every one of them. She was growing anxious.
She suddenly retreated several steps. The tips of her toes slammed into the ground, stomping out a pit thirty to forty zhang deep, and the black Thin Sword was already gripped in reverse!
When her brother saw Xia Yun take this stance, his brows furrowed slightly. "Yun'er is getting anxious. But this time, let's see how that brat dodges!"
"Entangling Sword Net!"
"Swish, swish, swish, swish..."
The black Thin Sword whipped out from Xia Yun's hand like a whip.
Strands of black sword radiance interwove with one another, transforming into a complex net that descended over Luo Zheng's head.
The net was incredibly fine. No matter which direction Luo Zheng dodged in, it would be impossible for him to slip out!
"How will Luo Zheng break this move?" Mao Xue asked, her eyes wide as she watched anxiously.
When Cheng Wei saw this move, his handsome brows and eyes trembled slightly.
He had been utterly defeated by this move of Xia Yun's earlier. The cage formed by the black sword net had trapped him within, and no matter how he struggled, he had been unable to break free...
As the black sword net spread across the sky and earth toward him, a flicker passed through Luo Zheng's eyes, and the corners of his lips lifted slightly.
The Desolate God combat method had not, in essence, escaped the boundaries of martial techniques.
It was merely that the weapons used had become Desolate Artifacts, growing a thousand or ten thousand times larger, while the martial artists had likewise grown a thousand or ten thousand times larger.
In a contest purely on the level of "technique," Luo Zheng feared