The envoy shouted, but Bailihan's face was stern, his eyes were firm, and he did not admit defeat.
Duan Qingqiu laughed sarcastically: "Baili, hurry up and admit defeat like a dog and save your life."
Bailihan didn't say a word, but his eyes became more determined.
When Ling Chuxi saw Bailihan like this, she understood clearly. Of course she understood what Bailihan wanted to do. He wanted to continue competing with Duan Qingchou and let Ling Chuxi think about the weirdness of Duan Qingchou's fighting spirit.
.Only by finding the flaw can we have a chance to win against Duan Qingqiu. But...Ling Chuxi looked at Bailihan's current situation and felt anxious. Such a price would be too high.
"We surrender, we surrender!" the envoy was still shouting.
Duan Qingchou sneered: "What you said doesn't count. He didn't admit defeat himself."
Baili Han roared angrily, gripped the sword tightly, and struck at Duan Qingchou again. There was a hint of absolute determination in the sword's power.
"Humph, I don't know whether to live or die!" Duan Qingchou gave Bailihan a sinister look, his sword filled with killing intent.
Bailihan returned his sword to protect himself. This time, his movements became slower than before. The long sword without any brilliance was as heavy as a mountain, giving people the feeling of being as solid as a rock.
However, Duan Qingchou's sword power became even more fierce and fierce. The sword never left Bailihan's vitals, and the fighting spirit on the sword became stronger and stronger, making a frightening scream.
An almost substantive fighting spirit enveloped Bailihan. Even outside, he could feel the huge pressure. Bailihan's movements became slower and slower, and the long sword in his hand became more and more...
heavy.
Within a moment, Bailihan's body was once again scratched with several deep scars by the sharp sword. The blood rolled down to the ground, splashing out into strange blood flowers. His face also became paler.
However, his eyes were still so steady and persistent, and the long sword in his hand was slowly swung to protect his vitals.
Of course Ling Chuxi understood that Bailihan's swords were getting slower and slower at this time, and they were all defensive without a single attack. This was precisely because he wanted to see through the secret of Duan Qingchou's fighting spirit.
However, if this continues...
Ling Chuxi's heart tightened more and more.
"Xinyu, I promised you that I would never let Ling Chuxi encounter any danger, and I will definitely be able to do it." Bailihan whispered in his heart, as if he was completely unaware of the pain on his body, just one sword after another.
The sword swings slowly and calmly.
Ling Chuxi suppressed the sadness in her heart and focused on Duan Qingchou's sword power, feeling the changes in his fighting spirit. She had already seen Bailihan's determination and knew that no matter how she tried to persuade him, he would not give in and leave.
If you can't see through the secret of Duan Qingchou's fighting spirit, how can you be worthy of Bailihan's painstaking efforts?
As the sword light flickered, several more scars appeared on Bailihan's body. Although there were no critical injuries, his whole body was stained red with blood.
With a crisp sound, a burst of energy exploded. Bailihan was slashed back a few steps by Duan Qingqiu with his sword. A deep scar was made on his chest by the sword, and you could almost see the white bones. Before he could stand still,
, Duan Qingchou followed closely and slapped his lower abdomen with a palm. Baili flew up and hit the edge of the ring heavily. The ground beneath him was soon stained red with blood.
Bailihan struggled to hold up his sword and tried to get up. He only struggled a few times and fell to the ground weakly.