When the broadsword was raised, Xu Zimei casually waved her hand in mid-air, and Blade Qi sketched out a transparent barrier ahead.
All myriad of swords were blocked by the barrier.
Opposite her, Jian Ming's gaze became solemn as a polar light shot straight into the sky from the Three-foot Blue-White Sword.
The entire longsword was crisscrossed with Sword Qi, splitting the surrounding clouds apart.
She saw him rise into the air, his white robe fluttering in the wind.
"Heaven-shattering Shadowless Sword," young master Jian Ming uttered softly, and his figure completely disappeared from the Combat Stage.
At this moment, the Combat Stage was filled with lingering echoes of light from swords and shadows of blades.
The dense brilliance of countless swords occupied the entire Combat Stage, as if space in front of them had been fragmented into myriad pieces.
"These are all showy but insubstantial moves," Xu Zimei shook her head gently.
