Chapter 1915 - 1911 Ceasefire
After several resounding noises, the void before the Beiming Kun was not completely shattered, and Shen Luo’s Hongming War Saber had already exhausted its strength and could not break through further.
Nevertheless, this scene greatly surprised Beiming Kun.
But before he could finish being shocked, an even more imposing sword light slashed down at him again, its position exactly the same as where the saber light had fallen, with powerful might once again penetrating the void.
"Crack, crack, crack"
Another series of continuous shattering noises sounded, followed by the long-awaited explosive noise.
A series of spatial rifts connected with one another, finally tearing apart all the stacked spaces, and the weakened sword light finally broke through the space barrier, landing atop Beiming Kun’s head.
"Boom"
Beiming Kun’s head suffered an impact, suddenly sinking downward, a blossom of blood splattered out, and scales flew off his once smooth forehead, forming a ten-zhang long sword mark.
The sword mark wasn’t deep for Beiming Kun’s gigantic form, but it still caused his charging body to stagnate for a moment, yet immediately in his eyes was reflected a scene of scarlet-gold flames.
Thirty pure yang flying swords formed three golden sword arrays, attacking with the power of three talents, with raging flames mixed with sharp sword qi closing in on Beiming Kun, the sharply rising temperature made his enormous eyes slightly flicker.
"Boom rumble"
Amidst the thunderous collision sounds, the golden sword array unleashed brilliant light, countless flaming sword lights slashing onto Beiming Kun’s body, and within the blazing flames, each fire sword spirit manifested its true form, transforming into raging fire, weaving around and encircling Beiming Kun.