Chapter 33: Confusion

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Hua!

A dazzling bloody sword light swept directly out. Killing intent began to emerge and rise.

“Sword-killing Movement!” Bai Chong stood up instantly, stunned by this dazzling bloody sword light, and said, “The second move of the Formless Sword Art, Sword-killing Movement! He managed to put it to good use?”

“Sword-killing Movement?” Shui Hanxin was also surprised by this, apparently knowing the prestige of the second Formless Sword Art, Sword-killing Movement.

“Shui Hanxin, hurry up! Help your disciple,” said Bai Chong.

Lowering her eyesight slightly, Shui Hanxin gazed at the two nearly-colliding sword lights in the arena and sighed in frustration. She moved quickly.

CLANG!

Having collided with each other in the arena, the two horrifying sword lights instantly witnessed victory and defeat.

“What?”

Ye Mo, with his eyes wide open, found it rather hard to believe that the most powerful attack, with all of his strength, had been totally defeated without any struggle. Then the dazzling bloody sword light, still concentrating all its power, hacked straight towards him.

An unprecedented crisis of death immediately shrouded him.

Shui Hanxin’s figure suddenly flashed in front of him at the last second, and the bloody sword light dissipated with just the wave of a hand. Only complete silence remained in the arena.

Ye Mo clenched his teeth, gazing firmly at Jian Wushuang, his heart full of unwillingness.

He accepted this defeat unwillingly and helplessly. After all, he knew clearly that he would have died if his Great Master had not given him a hand. Such a terrifying sword stroke could easily tear his body apart.

At this moment, Jian Wushuang gazed passed Ye Mo. He was suffering great agony from using the Soul-Devouring Secret Skill. Even his face looked extremely ferocious. This skill was far more fearful than he ever imagined. It reached the extreme limit in only a short amount of time.

BZZZZ… The Soul-Devouring Secret Skill ceased spontaneously, and the soaring aura around Jian Wushuang faded away rapidly, even to an ignorable extent. Jian Wushuang could not be more feeble, and his entire body was trembling.

On the contrary, his inner unyielding willpower was the source of standing still. When he raised his eyes, the Triple-kill Sword in his hand headed precisely towards Shui Hanxin.

“Unconvinced? Then fight!”

The rising sword essence suddenly e