Xing Daorong sneered, and a spear appeared in his hand. With a wave of the spear, the wind suddenly surged, and the surrounding air seemed to solidify. A powerful aura emanated from him, oppressing everyone around him like a mountain.
Xing Daorong sneered and said: "If you want to kill my general, Xing Daorong, it depends on whether you have the ability! Let us end it today!"
Upon seeing this, the troops on both sides retreated, leaving an empty battlefield.
Xing Daorong and Qiu Wanqing looked at each other, with burning fighting intent in their eyes, as if they wanted to devour each other.
"Come on, let's end it today!"
Qiu Wanqing let out a low roar, and he rose up like a tiger descending from the mountain, charging straight at Xing Daorong.
He made fists with both hands, and the fists were wrapped with violent zhenqi, like two bolts of lightning, piercing the sky and hitting Xing Daorong's chest.
Xing Daorong snorted coldly and advanced instead of retreating. His spear was like a dragon and he aimed directly at Qiu Wanqing's vital points.
His body was flexible and he shuttled around the battlefield like a dragon. The spear seemed to be alive in his hands. Every blow contained the power of breaking mountains and cracking rocks, aiming directly at Qiu Wanqing's throat, heart and other fatal places.
The two of them clashed instantly, with gun shadows and fists intertwined with wind, causing rocks to fly and dust to fly.
Every move and every move was full of power and skill, as if they were about to level the entire mountain. Their figures moved quickly on the battlefield, like two bolts of lightning, dazzling and difficult to catch.
"Boom!" There was a loud noise, and the two of them took a few steps back. The ground was shaken by their strength and cracked into cracks, as if the earth was shaking.
Everyone watching the battle was frightened. This kind of power was rarely seen in the world.
They retreated one after another, fearing that they would be involved in this terrifying battle.
Qiu Wanqing roared angrily, his whole body's energy boiling, and with the sound of violent wind and thunder, his fists rushed towards Xing Daorong again.
Each of his punches seemed to carry the power of heaven and earth, hitting Xing Daorong's spear with a deafening sound.
Xing Daorong also showed no signs of weakness. His spear danced, the tip of the spear shone with a cold light, like a silver dragon flying in the air. Every blow was precise and fatal.
The battle between the two became increasingly fierce, with deadly moves and shocking moves.
Their figures moved quickly on the battlefield, sometimes leaping into the sky and sometimes diving to the ground, as if they were performing a dance between life and death.
The sky was covered with dark clouds and thunder roared, as if even the heaven and earth were shaken by this unprecedented battle.
Xing Daorong suddenly shouted loudly, and the spear drew a bright trajectory in the air, like a meteor streaking across the night sky, hitting Qiu Wanqing's head directly.
Qiu Wanqing snorted coldly, turned to one side, and narrowly avoided the blow.
However, Xing Daorong's spear turned in the air as if it had spirituality, and stabbed Qiu Wanqing's waist again.
Qiu Wanqing turned pale with fright and hurriedly evaded, but the edge of the spear still cut through his clothes, leaving a deep wound.
He roared angrily, turned his hands into claws, and clawed at Xing Daorong's chest, trying to suppress his opponent with close combat advantage.
He shook his spear, and the tip of the spear pierced Qiu Wanqing like raindrops. Each shot was precise and fast, as if it was going to pierce Qiu Wanqing's body into a sieve.
Not to be outdone, Qiu Wanqing moved his hands to form a barrier of true energy, trying to resist Xing Daorong's attack.
However, Xing Daorong's spear was like the light of dawn, penetrating through layers of barriers and reaching Qiu Wanqing's vitals.
The two of them were going back and forth, fighting inextricably, and the whole world seemed to be changed by it.
Their figures moved quickly on the battlefield, sometimes crossing each other, sometimes fighting side by side, as if they were engaged in a silent contest.