Bailihan glanced at Ling Chuxi and the two of them, then gave them a look. He also drew out his long sword. The sword was still simple and lawless, but it gave people a dignified and mountain-like feeling.
"This time, let me show you my true strength!" Duan Qingchou sneered and slashed towards Bailihan with his long sword.
Hearing this, Ling Chuxi's heart sank. The strength shown by Duan Qingchou in the last fight had shocked them. But he did not use all his strength. What is his true strength?
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Just as he was thinking this in his mind, there was a clanging sound from the ring, and the two of them were already fighting together.
The arena was full of fighting spirit, and two figures moving at high speed were vaguely visible.
Ling Chuxi's expression was solemn. Just like the last time the two of them fought, Bailihan did not fall behind at first, but as time went by, Duan Qingchou's fighting spirit became stronger and stronger, and Bailihan's situation became increasingly dangerous.
stand up.
The two figures on the stage were separated. Amidst the muffled sound, Bailihan's natural sword was swung away by Duan Qingchou. Then, Duan Qingchou struck Bailihan in the chest with his palm.
Bailihan took a few steps back, his chest heaving violently, obviously suffering from internal injuries.
Duan Qingchou's fighting spirit is strange, but what is the reason?
Ling Chuxi's brows were already furrowed. She had personally learned Bailihan's flawless swordsmanship. If she hadn't relied on the extraordinary Luochen Sword to condense her fighting spirit into one point, she wouldn't have been able to defeat Bailihan.
However, today, that sword as heavy as a mountain was knocked away by Duan Qingchou. Is his strength really that strong?
"That's all your strength is!" Before Bai Lihan could adjust, Duan Qingchou attacked again, but in just a moment, his fighting spirit seemed to be much weaker than before.
Bailihan glanced at Ling Chuxi, saw the shock in her eyes, and knew that she did not see the strangeness in Duan Qingchou's fighting spirit. He gritted his teeth and faced him with his sword again.
The two fought fiercely together again, with their swords intersecting, and Duan Qingchou's fighting spirit became tyrannical again. Not long after, Bailihan swung his sword and was kicked in the chest by Duan Qingchou again. His whole body was severely injured.
He fell to the ground and spurted out a mouthful of blood.
"Stop!" Ling Chuxi was anxious and shouted loudly.
Duan Qingchou acted as if he hadn't heard anything, and slashed towards Bailihan's thigh with a sword, clearly intending to completely destroy Bailihan. For a warrior, if his hands and feet were disabled, it would be even more painful than killing him.
Duan Qingchou's thoughts were so vicious!
Seeing the fierceness of this sword, there was a cry of surprise in the stands. The audience from Nanxia Kingdom almost did not dare to watch anymore, their hearts were in their throats.
A flash of light flashed in Bailihan's eyes, he took a deep breath, raised his sword slightly to the ground, and flashed to the side like lightning. Although his movement was fast, it was still not faster than Duan Qingqiu's fierce sword.
A long blood gash was cut on the thigh, and a line of blood flowed down the river, falling to the ground in a tick-tick-tick-tick-tick-tick manner, and soon a pool of blood formed on the ground.
"Baili, give up." Ling Chuxi said anxiously to Bailihan.
Baili turned to look at Ling Chuxi and shook his head. In his eyes, Ling Chuxi only saw the determination and persistence to move forward.
"We admit defeat, we admit defeat." The envoys of Nanxia Kingdom have already shouted. Bailihan is like this, but he continues to compete. It doesn't matter if he loses the game. But Bailihan is the future pillar of Nanxia Kingdom, how can he