บท 772: Chapter 771: You are not my match

Countless rays of light came shooting in, but as soon as they approached within three inches of Shi Xiaole, they were immediately blocked by an invisible wall of energy.

No flaws were revealed.

Gong Thirteen's move abandoned all techniques, and only deployed a flurry of rapid, chaotic attacks. It seemed to hold no order yet left no room for counterattacks.

There seemed to be no way out.

His eyes flashed fiercely, Shi Xiaole still raised his power to seventy percent and lightly swung his Red Left sword in front of him.

The swirling cyan-red sword light suddenly enlarged, absorbing most of the incoming rays; the remaining few penetrated through it, causing the mirrors along the way to shatter into pieces from the impact.

By the time it reached Gong Thirteen, the cyan-red sword light had obscured more than half of the arena.

The third move of Divine Wind Swordsmanship, Wuji.

"Oh no!"