277, Zhao Douan: I Have a Sword, Split the Heavens! (Chapter of 7000 Words)_2

Black and crimson patterns swirled on the divinely crafted blade, silently slashing down upon its target, the scattered Sword Qi causing Tian Hai to feel a piercing pain at his brow.

As if it were splitting open.

Tian Hai, the little monk, neither dodged nor evaded, his eyes suddenly calm and waveless. As he fell through the air, he brought his hands together in prayer above his head.

"Buddhist Golden Bell Shield!"

Hum... A pale golden Qi Shield, shaped like an ancient bell, abruptly expanded, spinning halfway around him and blocking the Taia Sword from piercing through.

"Hiss—"

The dense and fragmented Sword Qi shattered upon the Golden Bell Shield, sparking a misty glow.

The Taia Sword was blocked for a moment, and then with a "crack,"

the Golden Bell Shield, which had withstood Jin Jian's full force Magic in the previous battle without breaking, suddenly cracked at the tip, the fracture spreading like a spider web.

The next second, it shattered into countless pieces.