533: The duel is over! Du Yan's disgraceful defeat!
Du Yan was knocked away by Lan Ling's sword, and blood spurted out in the air.
This scene completely surprised everyone.
Ninian and Chief Constantine stood up suddenly, looking at this scene in disbelief.
They knew about Du Yan's cultivation level. Among the Chimera tribe's age, he was definitely ranked number one.
However, no one was as horrified as Du Yan himself, who was completely horrified in his heart.
Didn't Lan Ling not even break through the Demon Warrior? His strength is only about 1,300 kilograms at most. Even if he uses the power of his blood to critically strike, plus the strength of his hands, he only has the strength of four thousand kilograms.
However, Lan Ling's blow just now had a force of more than 10,000 kilograms.
Where did Lan Ling get such a strong cultivation level?
For a moment, Du Yan felt almost horrified in his heart.
After staggering to the ground, he swung his sword to prevent Lan Ling from taking the opportunity to make a sneak attack.
But Lan Ling was more than ten meters away from him, motionless.
So the scene looked a bit funny, Du Yan stood there and wildly waved his sword in the air.
Lan Ling smiled and said: "Brother Du Yan, you'd better take off the cloth that blindfolds your eyes."
Du Yan was stunned and suddenly felt extremely humiliated.
Then, he gritted his teeth suddenly and pulled off the black cloth strip that covered his eyes.
"Hush..." Immediately, many people watching the match booed and began to boo.
Du Yan felt extremely uncomfortable when he heard this. He instinctively glanced at Ninian.
Then he looked shocked.
Because Ninian's eyes could almost be said to be extremely passionate, as if they were on fire.
It's not just the eyes, but the chest is constantly rising and falling. This posture actually seems to be... in heat.
Little did he know that the person in Ninian's eyes was not Du Yan at all, but someone else.
However, in Du Yan's heart, Ninian only loves him. Because she has said it herself several times.
Looking again at Chief Constantine.
Constantine nodded in encouragement.
Du Yan was immediately inspired. He automatically blocked the boos around him and sneered at Lan Ling: "Are you really impressive? But it's useless. How many times can you use the power of blood to crit? After all, you are still
A dead end."
Du Yan took a deep breath, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and stared at Lan Ling closely.
Lan Ling said: "Would you like to untie your tied right hand as well?"
"No need..." Du Yan said sternly: "One hand is enough to kill you."
Du Yan discovered that it would be difficult to kill Lan Ling simply by relying on the power of his left hand, so he must use speed to win and not give him a chance to block.
Use the fastest speed to pierce his heart or neck.
Take a deep breath.
Du Yan arched his head suddenly, gathering all his strength to prepare for the fatal second blow!
He still wasn't going to use the power of his bloodline because he didn't need it yet.
His body, like a cheetah, gradually arched.
Gather, condense, condense.
Then... it exploded violently.
Du Yan was as fast as lightning and stabbed Lan Ling's heart with the big sword in his hand.
On the surface, this move is meant to stab Lan Ling's heart from the front, but it will quickly change midway and go around behind to stab Lan Ling's heart.
Of course, with Lan Ling's incredible mental strength and brain, he could judge Du Yan's intention almost instantly.
Because any trick can be traced, and through complex calculations, Du Yan's true purpose can be deduced.
But in the past, even if Du Yan's true intention was discovered, it would be useless, and the speed would be far inferior to Du Yan's.
But now...
Although Lan Ling's cultivation was four levels lower than Du Yan's, Du Yan tied his right hand in order to show off and did not use the power of his blood.
Therefore, once Lan Ling uses the power of blood, his speed will even exceed that of Du Yan.
"Whoosh..." Du Yan rushed in front of Lan Ling like lightning, then suddenly accelerated, and in a flash, he circled behind Lan Ling and stabbed into his heart.
However, he is fast, and Lan Ling is even faster.
Lan Ling quickly turned around and thrust out the sharp sword in his hand.
"Ding……"
There was a crisp sound.
The two swords collided together again.
However, this time it was sword tip to sword tip.
Sparks flew.
Lan Ling still used his hands, and still used the power of his blood to deliver critical strikes.
After the 12,000 kilograms of power was offset, the remaining 8,000 kilograms of power passed through the sword and slammed into Du Yan's left arm.
Suddenly, there was another burst of tearing pain.
The skin of Du Yan's left arm was cracked and bleeding inch by inch, and blood oozed from many veins.
And Du Yan's body staggered back quickly.
This time, he managed not to vomit blood.
"ah……"
The people around him once again exclaimed.
In the first blow, Du Yan was knocked away and vomited blood. It could be said to be an accident.
With the second sword, Du Yan was hit again and staggered back.
Du Yan felt that his entire left arm was on fire, with waves of paralysis. He was a descendant of demons, so this injury was nothing, but it was impossible to use his left arm in a short period of time. After all, he was not like Lan Ling.
No matter how serious the injury is, it will heal instantly. Once the muscles and veins are damaged, it still takes time to recover.
Du Yan was really horrified.
His second sword is not about strength at all, but about speed.
I didn't expect that Lan Ling could still intercept. Why was he so fast?
Lan Ling stopped and said, "Brother Du Yan, why don't you untie your right hand?"
As soon as this was said, everyone burst into laughter.
Du Yan really wanted to go underground, he was a person who loved face as much as his life.
According to his thoughts, he would rather die than untie his right hand.
However, if he does not untie his right hand, he may really lose.
Compared to life, face is nothing, right?
So, with everyone laughing, Du Yan untied the rope that was helping his right arm.
For a moment, Constantine and Ninian couldn't bear to look directly at him.
Why is this necessary?
Just now, just to show off, I blindfolded myself and tied my right hand.
Now it is solved in the same way.
This, this is equivalent to eating the shit you pooped out one bite at a time.
"Shh..."
"Shh..."
The crowd watching the battle cheered wildly.
In the eyes of foreign military brothers, Du Yan's behavior was just like a clown.
"Du Yan, your face is not as good as my butt."
Many rude barbarian men took off their pants directly, pointed their buttocks at Du Yan, and slapped them desperately.
At first, only one person did this, but later, a group of people took off their pants, slapped their butts, and mocked Du Yan.
Du Yan had never experienced such embarrassment before, he almost vomited blood.
At the same time, he completely hated Lan Ling to the extreme. It was all because of him that he suffered such humiliation.
"Lan Ling, I won't show mercy anymore." Du Yan said coldly, then held the big sword in his right hand.
Lan Ling raised his sword, clenched it with both hands, and said: "The previous two times, you took the initiative to attack. Now it's my turn. Let me tell you what the bombardment of power is!"
"ah……"
Lan Ling suddenly roared.
The rush of bloodline power!
Suddenly, the whole person was like a cannonball, shooting towards Du Yan, and rushed in front of him in an instant.
Then, he held the sword tightly with both hands and slashed at Du Yan crazily.
"When, when, when..."
Every move Lan Ling makes is a terrifying critical strike with the power of blood.
The epee in his hand weighs more than five hundred kilograms. It is more like an iron rod than an epee.
Each hit has a force of more than 12,000 kilograms.
Du Yan gritted his teeth, resisted violently, and raised his sword to block!
Three swords, four swords, five swords...
Du Yan originally thought that Lan Ling would use the power of his bloodline to strike hard at the beginning in order to gain the upper hand, but after at most five or six strikes, the power of his bloodline would be exhausted.
However, Lan Ling's bloodline power seemed to be endless.
Crazy critical strikes, falling like raindrops.
Even after the defeat just now, Du Yan still had many thoughts about this duel.
For example, use the power of blood to hit Lan Ling instantly.
For example, use Qi Dao to kill Lan Ling instantly!
However, the airway requires distance and surprise.
As for the critical strike of the power of blood, you need to hold the sword with both hands to exert its maximum power.
However, Du Yan had already injured his left arm just to show off.
A simple critical strike with the power of his right arm is only 9,000 kilograms of power and cannot cause fatal damage to Lan Ling.
The key is that now Lanling's critical strikes are falling like raindrops.
Crazy crit!
There were no fancy tricks, just like the last time Lan Ling defeated the Berserker, he held the sword in both hands and cut straight down.
It's just that I don't know how many times faster it is.
At this time, Lan Ling could cut down more than a dozen swords in one second.
"Bang, bang, bang, bang, bang..."
Therefore, this duel became extremely straightforward.
In a human country, this would be a boring duel.
But in the wild world, this is a passionate duel, this is a dazzling battle, this is a duel of the truly brave.
A blast of pure power.
This is the favorite of the savages.
Everyone watched with excitement.
Lan Ling's big sword is getting faster and faster!
"Kill, kill, kill!"
At this time, there was no need for him to yell. Tens of thousands of people around him roared in unison, cheering for Lan Ling.
Damn Lan Ling, he didn't even move a step.
He just stood there, holding the sword in both hands, and struck like a violent rainstorm.
If there was a name for this move, it would be splitting the Huashan Mountain with force.
"Dangdangdangdang..."
Lan Ling slashed with dozens of swords every second.
And Du Yan had to block dozens of swords every second.
He had to block because Lan Ling was too fast. In order to save his life, he had to stand still and block without changing his moves or counterattack.
Because if he doesn't use the power of blood to hit critically, his speed is not as fast as Lan Ling. Once he changes his moves or counterattacks, he will not be able to block Lan Ling's sword that slashes Huashan, and he will be split in half alive.
So at this time, Du Yan was really forced to go uphill, and he had no choice but to block with all his strength.
He didn't dare to use the power of blood to make a critical strike, because for him, there were only four or five opportunities to hit with the power of blood.
However, the strength of his right arm is only 4,500 kilograms, which means that he has to bear the force of 8,000 kilograms alive every time.
His right arm was completely unable to withstand the attack of such terrifying power, so he could only transfer and resolve the power.
Then, a strange scene occurred.
Du Yan is getting shorter and shorter.
It's not that his height has become shorter, it's that he was smashed into the ground by Lan Ling alive.
This duel ground is made of dirt, which is very hard despite being exposed to the sun.
However, it could not withstand the force of several kilograms. Every time Lan Ling struck with his sword, Du Yan's feet sank a millimeter into the ground.
Lan Ling struck dozens of swords in one second, and Du Yan sank more than one centimeter into the ground.
In just half a minute, Du Yan was smashed into the ground more than a foot alive.
Seeing this wonderful scene, the spectators were really excited.
Even Constantine II applauded crazily.
So judging from the scene, Du Yan was more than a foot shorter than Lan Ling.
When he discovered this, he was even more ashamed and angry, and completely lost his mind.
"Ah..." he roared wildly.
Holding the sword with both hands, he used the power of his blood to make a critical strike.
"Ah...ah...ah...ah..."
The extremely precious power of blood struck critically, and Du Yan struck critically with four swords in succession.
But unfortunately, after Lan Ling's torture, both of his arms were injured. Even if he was hit with the power of blood, he could only have a strength of 13,000 to 4,000 kilograms.
Lan Ling can resolve it easily.
However, Du Yan also took the opportunity to jump up from the pit more than a foot deep.
However, when he just jumped up, his bloodline power critical strike was used up.
Then……
Lanling roared loudly.
More crazy bloodline power critical strikes.
With a strength of 12,500 kilograms, the crazy slashing is as many as fifteen swords per second.
His blood was almost boiling.
He had just swallowed the blood power of a ten-thousand-pound demon-toothed tiger.
The more you fight, the braver you become.
So, just as Du Yan jumped out of the ground, he was smashed into the pit alive again.
The battle that follows is not only exciting, but also exciting.
Lan Ling attacked crazily.
Smashing Du Yan into the ground deeper and deeper, deeper and deeper.
Du Yan's whole body sank into the ground and became two feet, three feet, four feet, five feet...
His entire body began to crack and bleed.
His internal organs could not bear it and began to spurt out blood.
"Kill!" Finally, Lan Ling roared loudly.
Use all your strength to chop it down.
The sword in Du Yan's hand flew out.
At this time, Du Yan's entire body was smashed into the ground by Lan Ling, with only his head exposed.
And his self-confidence and courage seemed to have been completely destroyed.
The sword in his hand was knocked out. He was in a daze for a while, and then boundless fear surged up.
"Kill him, kill him!" the onlookers' barbarians yelled crazily.
At this time, Du Yan's whole body was buried in the soil, leaving only his raised arms and a head, which could be directly beheaded.
This is a duel, and it is normal for the loser to be beheaded.
Lan Ling looked at Du Yan with complicated eyes.
Regarding this duel, Lan Ling felt as if he was facing a formidable enemy and was prepared for a difficult battle.
Even if he breaks through the tenth level of the Demon Warrior, even if he can hit countless times with the power of blood, it will not be that simple to defeat Du Yan, and his life will be in danger.
After all, if Du Yan held a sword with both hands and used the power of his blood to hit hard, the power would be about 18,000 kilograms.
Although Lan Ling could bear this force, it was still very uncomfortable and he would probably vomit blood.
Moreover, Du Yan also has the most dangerous trump card, his invisible air channel, which makes him even more difficult to guard against.
However, he never expected that Du Yan would commit suicide to this extent.
Because he underestimated the enemy in his heart, he first blindfolded his eyes and tied his right arm, thus injuring his left arm, making the bloodline critical attack useless.
Next, in order to protect his life, he tried his best to block Lan Ling's critical attacks at all times, so much so that he was smashed into the ground alive.
Moreover, in anger, he wasted four precious bloodline critical strikes.
In short, Du Yan underestimated his opponent in such a desperate manner, turning a duel that should have been evenly matched into a one-sided crushing defeat.
"Kill, kill, kill, kill..." tens of thousands of people around them roared wildly.
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