Chapter 672: Blood Sacrifice
The moment the long blade rose, Xu Zimo casually swept his hand through the air, and blade qi carved out a transparent barrier before him.
All the myriad swords were blocked by the barrier.
Across from him, Jian Ming's gaze turned grave. An aurora shot straight into the heavens from his three-foot blue-white sword.
Sword Qi crisscrossed the entire blade, slicing apart the clouds around them.
He stepped into the air, his white robes fluttering Following the Wind.
"Heaven Shaking Shadowless Sword!" Jian Ming shouted softly, and his figure vanished completely from the arena.
The arena was now filled with afterimages of flashing blades and sword shadows.
Densely packed sword light occupied the entire fighting platform, as though the space before them had been split into countless fragments.
"Nothing but flashy, impractical moves." Xu Zimo shook his head slightly.
He extended his right hand and merely raised his blade to block lightly in midair, without making any further movement.
A series of booming rumbles exploded around them, and the entire space of the arena was completely engulfed.
The spectators around them could barely see anything. A sword prison had encircled the entire arena.
With a tremendous boom, the fighting platform completely collapsed.
Only after all the sword intent had shattered that entire stretch of space—so thoroughly that even a passing mosquito could have died ten million times—did the spectators gradually make out the scene within.
Cracks spread downward from the fighting platform beneath their feet, followed by sharp cracking sounds.
The arena was collapsing bit by bit. Everyone was astonished; this platform had been specially constructed for battle and possessed immense endurance.
"Jian Ming has grown stronger again," someone muttered.
Xu Zimo still stood calmly at the center of the arena.
As a streak of sword