"Look at this knife again!"

The sword light swirled across the line, with the twisted and waving air, just like the waves of autumn water, spreading a pool of water, and then the sword light swept upwards, sweeping away the spike from Borendou, bringing layers of shadows, just like a waterfall rolling back and soaring into the sky!

The two people on the ring were all in the air above their heads, which was stirring and volatile.

The next moment, a bright moon fell from the sky, giving people a peaceful and leisurely feeling, falling slowly towards Borendo's head.

"Oh my God! It's this sword again. This dreamy sword like the arrival of the bright moon once killed Angel Ruiz, a famous Spanish martial arts master. Now we have seen this sword in the ring of the martial soul ritual. Can Master Borendo block this sword?"

The commentator present today is worthy of being the ace commentator. Although the projection on the big screen is already ten times slower, it can explain so much content in just a few seconds, and the speech speed is also extremely amazing.

"bei—" the mantra reappeared, and at the same time, Borendo held a long stick in the middle and swept upwards the falling moon with one stick.

The bright moon is like a reflection in the water, empty.

The moon shadow in the sky has not yet dissipated, and a faint moon-white sword light has appeared on Borendo's waist.

At the same moment, a long stick appeared on the waist of Master Borendo like magic, pressing tightly against his waist, just blocking this sword that was difficult to distinguish between ghosts and gods.
Chapter completed!