Suddenly, the body of Zi Ming flashed with dazzling light. The sword in his hand suddenly turned into countless, filling the entire sky. The sword was shining with chilling light under the sun.
"As expected, it's still the same move. After all these years, don't you have any intention to make progress?"
As soon as he finished his words, Zi Ming waved his hand in the sky. He really had the momentum of ten thousand swords. Zi Ming was like the emperor of swords who ordered his soldiers to attack the city for him.
When all the swords were less than three meters away from the knife-scarred man, the knife-scarred man started to attack. A white light enveloped him, like a warrior in silver armor, majestic and invincible.
When countless swords were going to cut him into pieces, the white ligh
