The light faded, and the old Qianye Zhou also emerged from the smoke, but he was not as relaxed as Tong Qianli. There were several wounds on his body, and scarlet blood flowed from his body.
"Yes, he's better than those so-called people, and he didn't die under my knife.
However, you are far from my opponent, so let me send you on your way." Tong Qianli sneered, flipping her palm over, and the long knife spun in her hand.
A red afterimage flashed past Tong Qianli, and her body disappeared.
A piercing sound flashed through the air.
Immediately, red afterimages slashed towards Qianye Zhou.
Qianye Zhou was shocked. He hurriedly waved the long knife in his hand to resist the red afterimages one after another.
"Bang, bang, bang!"
The long knife in Qianba Zhou's hand kept swinging, and the knife struck the afterimages one after another, bursting out a series of sparks, sparks flying in all directions, and splashing around the dojo.
Tong Qianli's sword skills are very strange, her sword attacks are hard to guard against, and every time her attack appears behind you unknowingly.
Moreover, the speed of her attacks is very fast, making it impossible for people to dodge, which also makes her attacks extremely weird and very threatening.
Every time Tong Qianli slashed at Qianye Zhou, the long knife in her hand would form a bloody ring around Qianye Zhou.
The bloody ring was filled with countless sharp swords, rushing towards Qianye Zhou like thousands of troops.
"Hmph!" Qianye Zhou looked at the dense sword aura around him. He sneered and swung down the long knife in his hand, splitting the bloody ring with one strike.
Qianba Zhou held a long knife and kicked the ground with his toes, as if he wanted to end the fight.
At this time, a red afterimage flashed behind him.
"Qiang!" A clear voice sounded, and the bloody long knife in Tong Qianli's hand hit Qianye Zhou's waist.
"Hiss~~~" A bloody breath came, and Qianye Zhou felt a knife being cut on his waist. He gasped, and a burst of pain hit his whole body, making him groan.
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"Pfft!" A stream of Yin Hong's blood flowed from the corner of his mouth.
However, he was not someone who would let others take advantage of him. He held the knife behind his back and stabbed the attacker from behind with all his strength.
Chiba Zhou stood on the spot holding a long knife, a trail of blood left from the corner of his mouth, and fell into the snow.
Tong Qianli appeared from the void. She looked at the place where her waist was cut, and a ferocious and bloodthirsty sneer appeared at the corner of her mouth.
Tong Qianli's scarlet tongue licked the long knife in her hand. She looked at Qianye Zhou, a cold light flashed in her eyes, and her mouth opened, revealing a mouthful of white teeth.
Tong Qianli grinned, crazy as a devil, and his red clothes shone with blood-red light under the sun, making him look particularly coquettish and evil.
At this time, there were countless wounds on the two people's bodies. Qianye Zhou, who was originally so powerful, was out of breath. His face was pale and weak, and he looked very embarrassed.
But Tong Qianli was completely different. Her eyes were full of ferocity and anger, and there was a murderous and violent aura in this anger. The long knife in her hand shone with a strange light.
Yun Mo frowned. This competition was less like a duel of genres and more like a desperate beast fighting. Moreover, Tong Qianli didn't seem to use all his strength, but instead seemed like a toy.
Mouse wildcat.
Tong Qianli slashed hard at Qianye Zhou with his sword. The sharp sword energy slashed towards Qianye Zhou's chest like a wild dragon. With an indomitable momentum, a breath of destruction hit his face.
Come on, it's heart-pounding.
Qianye Zhou's face was as gloomy as water, and he was holding the long knife tightly in his hand, holding the handle of the knife tightly with both hands.
Qianye Zhou's eyes were fixed on Tong Qianli, who was drawing the knife like crazy in front of him. His arms were tightly holding the handle of the knife, and his fingernails were deeply sunk into the handle, and a trace of blood leaked out.
Bright red liquid.
A sneer flashed in Tong Qianli's eyes.
"You're dead!" Tong Qianli roared, and the long knife in her hand suddenly slashed forward.
Chiba Zhou snorted coldly: "Same for you!"
"It's clear." Yun Mo said softly, with a trace of regret flashing in his eyes.
"Huh?" Kamisato Ayaka looked at the two people who were fighting to the death in the duel, with a puzzled look in her eyes: "Although Chiba Swordsman is at a disadvantage, he should be able to hold on for a while and not lose.
So soon."
"It's useless. The long-famous ghost-slaying swordsman didn't even show that little guy's true ability. The waves behind the Yangtze River push the waves ahead." Yae Shenzi shook his head and sighed.
"Don't take action? If this continues, this ghost-slaying swordsman will die in the hands of the descendants." Yae Shenzi's fox-like eyes narrowed, with a playful look on his face, and a playful light in his eyes.
"What does it have to do with me? If you want to take action, it's your turn, not mine." Yun Mo said nonchalantly.
"hehe."
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Qianye Zhou, who was hit in the left shoulder by Tong Qianli's knife, took a few steps back and shook his body a few times before stopping.
"I practiced swordplay when I was eight years old. By the age of twenty, I was already a member of the Beichen Itachi style. I fought with the general for decades and killed countless evil spirits in my life. I earned this prestigious reputation: Demon Slayer."
Qianye Zhou's blood flowed from the corner of his mouth. He wiped the blood stains from the corner of his mouth and said proudly with a hint of arrogance in his eyes.
"Today, let me finally kill you, the evil ghost! This sword is called: Kill the Ghost!"
Before he finished speaking, his figure suddenly disappeared.
"Whoosh!"
Qianye Zhou appeared behind Tong Qianli again. She slashed the long knife in her hand, and slashed forward with a sword energy. The space was distorted and there was a tearing sound.
Wherever the sword energy passed, a gap was torn open in the surrounding air, and a strong howling wind came from the air.
"Ghost-killing!" This sword skill is not a move from Beichen's Ito style, but a sword that Qianye Zhou has learned through decades of practice.
Chiba Zhou has been cultivating this sword for a long time, so his strength has always been far superior to the swordsmen of other schools, and he has almost never lost to swordsmen other than Yu Sanjia.
"Bang!" "Bang!" "Bang!"
Sharp blades of sword energy exploded all around, and there were bursts of explosions in the air. There was a faint smell of gunpowder smoke in the air, which made people feel a bit unpleasant.
Wherever the sword energy passed, jet-black sword energy swooped towards Qianye Zhou like black poisonous snakes.