The sword intent collided and tore apart, annihilating in the space between the two people, forming a deep black mark that slowly spread.
The momentum rose again, showing an overwhelming force.
boom!
As everyone was horrified, the black mark between the two men exploded, and twisted black light spread along with the ripples in space, and two huge annihilation sword intents flew out in an arc.
Boom! The annihilating sword intent slashed at the Xuanwu formation, and the entire Xuanwu shadow shook.
The noise subsided and you could hear a pin drop.
When everyone looked at the arena, they couldn't hide their shock.
A black chasm formed beneath the ground, centered around the area where the two men were facing off. The chasm stretched until it reached the edge of the arena, where it was blocked by a formation, seemingly splitting the arena in two.
The players at the edge of the field had cold sweat on their foreheads and were almost crying.
They had just seen the terrifying annihilation sword arc coming towards them and thought they were doomed. The Black Tortoise Formation blocked that sword arc, otherwise they would be at the resurrection point now.
High in the sky, the two protagonists floated calmly in the air, as if the collision of sword intent just now was nothing unusual.
They had caused so much damage, and the two hadn't even drawn their swords yet.
As everyone was waiting to see how the two would fight next, the two men placed their hands on the hilts of their swords at the same time in the air.
call!
A familiar scene reappears.
The sky darkened at a speed visible to the naked eye, darker than ever before. The stars in the sky shone like diamonds, each one carrying murderous intent.
Draw the sword and the galaxy appears.
Jian Yi's sword has never been broken by anyone.
They suddenly looked forward to the scene of the Sword God breaking the sword with his bare hands.
The invisible sense of crisis once again locked onto everyone on the field. That sense of crisis was even stronger than before, as if the scythe of the god of death was on their necks, ready to strike at any time.
On the other side, Sword God Bai Shou closed his eyes, placed himself in darkness, pressed his palm on the hilt of the sword, and carefully felt the changes.
The sword intent emanating from him became purer and purer as time went by.
Invisible pressure penetrated the formation and weighed on the hearts of all the audience.
In a duel between masters, victory or defeat is decided in a matter of a breath, and no one dares to breathe heavily for fear of missing a detail.
sonorous~
sonorous!
Two excited sword sounds spread at the same time, shaking the world.
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