Chapter 670: Blood sacrifice

At the moment when the long knife was lifted, Xu Zimo waved it in midair, and the knife gas drew a transparent barrier in front.

All Wanjian were blocked by the barrier.

The opposite Jian Ming's eyes were dignified. On the three-foot blue and white sword, an aurora shot straight into the sky.

The whole sword is full of sword energy, and the surrounding clouds are divided.

I saw him rising in the air, the white robe fluttering in the wind.

"Zhentian Wuying Sword," Master Jianming sipped softly, and the figure disappeared completely on the ring.

At the moment, the remnants of swords and swords echoed in the ring.

The dense sword light occupied the entire contest, as if the space was split into countless pieces in front of it.

"It's all flashy moves," Xu Zimo shook his head slightly.

He stretched out his right hand, holding the knife only in the air and gently blocked it, and he didn't see any other movement.

The sound of "rumbling" blew around, and the entire ring space was completely destroyed.

The people watching the battles could hardly see anything. The sword prison surrounded the entire ring.

"Boom" with a big explosion, Bi Wutai completely collapsed.

When all the sword intentions shattered the whole space, a flying mosquito could die millions of times, and the audience watching the battle gradually saw the scene.

A series of cracks spread down from the competition platform at the foot, and the sound of "click and click" sounded.

The ring collapsed a little bit, and everyone was surprised. It is important to know that the ring was built specifically for combat and has a strong bearing capacity.

"Jianming Master is strong again," someone muttered to himself.

Xu Zimo still stood calmly in the center of the ring.

With a sword light falling from the void, I saw Jian Ming's figure slowly appearing here.

He raised his right hand, the sword light turned into his saber and fell in his hand.

"None of my peers can catch my sword," Jian Ming said lightly.

He looked at Xu Zimo and seemed to be waiting for something, but the scene where Xu Zimo's corpse shattered did not happen.

With a puff, he saw that the robe on his abdomen suddenly shattered, and a line of blood burst out of it.

"Why, when?" Master Jianming kneeled down on the ground and looked at Xu Zimo in horror.

In his sight, Xu Zimo had just raised his knife and had never moved.

He clearly escaped, why did he still get a knife.

He looked at the figure standing in the middle of the ring, inexplicably trembling.

"Doesn't he see the trajectory of all my swordsmanship from the first sword I produced.

So his knife did not move, because that is where my trajectory of swordsmanship must pass, "Jian Ming guessed boldly.

Otherwise, the knife in him could not be explained at all.

"Eye can be deceiving sometimes," Xu Zimo turned around and said flatly.

"Why are you okay?" Jian Ming said unwillingly.

"Because you are too weak," Xu Zimo shook his head slightly. "I am on the fifth floor, and you are only on the first floor."

Seeing this scene, the audience beneath it burst into a pan, and could not believe the scene in front of him.

"Master Jianming is defeated? How is this possible?"

"What is the origin of that guy, never seen it."

At the moment in the auditorium, the young man in Chinese costume who had borrowed a knife from Xu Zimo narrowed his eyes.

Then he asked the next man: "I remember that Jianming is a child of Jianzuo."

"Yes, he is one of the children of the heirs, but it does not seem to be popular in the family," the next man nodded.

"That's a bit interesting, I remember Jianzuo but there are some things," Huafu Gongzi smiled.

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Jian Ming lowered his head and looked at the blood that was dripping from his abdomen. He hadn't been injured in a long time, or he didn't feel any pain.

"You are really strong," Jian Ming took a deep breath and slowly stood up.

"I also admit that if you fight normally, I am not your opponent."

"So?" Xu Zimo asked.

"I don't like the feeling of defeat, just like when I left Jianjianzuo," Jian Ming said quietly.

"No one wants to lose," Xu Zimo replied.

"Yes, so I decided to show you my strongest trick, even if I save my life for it, I will spare it."

Jian Ming picked up the sword in his hand, and there was an unspeakable emotion in his eyes.

Sadness or nostalgia, or that deep madness.

He picked up the blue-and-white long sword, and at this moment, the long sword seemed to feel something, the body of the sword was trembling gently, as if mourning.

The blue-and-white long sword turned into blood red at the moment, and the whole sword changed from pure to evil.

He raised his head, his eyes were scarlet, the green muscles on his forehead burst, and all the aura around him condensed on the sword.

"Blood sacrifice sword," Jian Ming roared, and the blood in his body also poured into the long sword.

The blood red on the long sword was more shocking, and Jian Ming's face became more and more white, and the whole person seemed to be dried up.

"Come, let me see how strong you are," Jian Ming clenched his long sword as if condensing all his strength on this sword.

Just a sword cut down.

The blood-red sword gas seemed to block the sun, and a thousand-meter-long sword gas burst out from the blood sword.

The explosion of "Rumble" rang all around.

The blood-colored sword qi killed Xu Zimo with a destructive and irresistible momentum.

After the sword fell behind, Jian Ming seemed to have been drained of his strength and collapsed directly to the ground.

He struggled to raise his head and looked at the sword so quietly.

The power of this sword even surpassed the competition in the competition. Those who watched the battle were frightened and frightened, evading all around in a panic.

The referee on the side raised the defensive shield and enveloped the entire competition ring.

Looking at the sword's destruction, Xu Zimo is still a knife.

There is nothing else, the suppression of the pure realm, the pure pulse skills and the transcendence of the vision.

This spot where the sword is the weakest, and only the sound of "boom" is heard.

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Sword Qi's might and killing power were all annihilated in an instant.

Xu Zimo stood there, giving people a casual, meaningless feeling.

As if this attack didn't even qualify him seriously.

"You," Jian Ming coughed heavily and looked at Xu Zimo in disbelief.

This **** sacrifice sword is the undisclosed secret of their sword mound, every swordsman is born with a sword.

A sword is enough to stay with you for life. Only when faced with a life-and-death crisis, the swordsman will use this trick to integrate all the blood in the body into the sword and fight for a fight.

Although today's Jianming only has the realm of Venerable Lord, this attack is a real-life attack.

"Is it not good to admit defeat early, you have to hit yourself so hard," Xu Zimo sighed and shook his head.

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