The entire arena was filled with sword shadows. A murderous look flashed in Jian er's eyes. He took a step forward and swung his long sword in the air.
For a moment, the sword light surged and flew over with the Qi of death. It attracted the surrounding sword shadows and produced a strange resonance.
As he swung his sword in the air, countless sword shadows whizzed over like believers on a pilgrimage. They collided with Duanmu Yi's huge sword with clanking sounds.
A single sword shadow could not block the heavy force, but dozens or hundreds of sword shadows could definitely crush the giant sword, or even destroy it!
Duanmu Yi's pupils suddenly contracted. He had clearly sensed danger. However, at such a crucial moment, he could not turn back. He could only stake it all and slash down even more violently.
"Bang!"
