The two waves of offensives are closely connected, with no gaps at all.

Tie Qingcang was like a goshawk, falling down and diving...

Then it was recoiled and then took off again...

After five or six consecutive times, Yang Ping had staggered out more than ten feet, feeling that the other party was up and down. Although his feet were not touching the ground and it was rare to use force, the Xuan Qi attack became stronger and stronger, and the palm pressure became heavier. Instead, he gradually felt like he was unable to sustain his strength.

Tie Qingcang fell again, and a stronger and more powerful offensive followed.

Not only did Yang Ping have profound cultivation, but he also had rich combat experience. He knew that if the opponent continued like this, he could use the power to eliminate the aftermath of the impact by taking off the countershock and flying, and he could especially use the power to accumulate strength; if this continued like this, he would be unable to escape defeat.

For a moment of enlightenment, Yang Ping bit his teeth and accumulated enough mysterious energy in his body. He slammed out with one palm, and then another loud bang. Tie Qingcang was shocked again by a high recoil, but Yang Ping suddenly retreated from the space twenty feet, and then moved ten feet to the left at a high speed. With a clanging sound of the sword, he finally took the second sword in his hand!

The situation between each other seemed to have changed again, but Tie Qingcang, who was in mid-air, still chose to continue chasing. His arms suddenly opened, and he folded in the air like a huge goshawk and swooped down!

At the same time, the long sword in Yang Ping's hand also flashed with a sharp sword light.

Tie Qingcang did not dodge or avoid, as if he ignored the opponent's backlash of sword light and maintained the original situation. He still bombarded the whereabouts with a pair of golden palms, but Yang Ping roared and slashed out with a sword; Tie Qingcang sneered and directly greeted with one hand.

On stage.

Huo Yunfeng took a deep breath: "It's time to decide the winner! Both sides retain the second moves for this blow, and they all use their lifelong cultivation to make a wonderful battle."

Ding Bi and You Buen are also experts in cultivating. They watched the battle situation in a blind eye, but their expressions were not as nervous as Huo Yunfeng.

Although the battle in front of them involves hundreds of top-quality spiritual jades, they had already made plans to bet hopelessly at the beginning of the battle between the two parties. Now the situation has changed drastically and has moved towards an unprecedented good direction. Now they have almost locked in the victory. They don’t care much about who will win or lose in this game, but they care more about the excitement of this battle. No matter who wins in the end, it will no longer affect the battle. This battle is a brilliant battle!

For a moment, the field was full of sword energy, and Tie Qingcang's gorgeous golden hand was also wielding it with all his heart, approaching quickly like lightning. With an unexpected bang, the two of them started the most extreme head-on collision again!

Yang Ping roared, and the already magnificent sword energy increased by 30% again, directly piercing Tie Qingcang's palm, but Tie Qingcang's face was still unchanged in the face of such severe injuries. One of the pierced hands did not retreat but advanced, and he grabbed the sword body hard, allowing golden blood to flow everywhere.

But the empty other hand was like a big axe to smash down like a mountain, and it was like a madman!

Yang Ping sneered, and a sword appeared again with his left hand that had not held the sword, and then stabbed Tie Qingcang's heart with one sword, as fast, accurate and ruthless as possible.

Not only is this man of profound cultivation, his sword skills are also extremely wise, and he can also use swords with both hands. He can use them as he wishes and pick them up at will. His martial arts talent is comparable to ordinary people!

Yang Ping's sword is simple and clear. You can slap me a palm, but the price is that I will kill you with one sword while I am in the palm!

Tie Qingcang's face remained unmoved, but his body twisted suddenly, and the piercing was still unchanged. The palm was still falling down wildly, and Yang Ping's sword penetrated Tie Qingcang's right chest, penetrated his chest and penetrated his back, and penetrated strongly.

This sword was hit by the move. If there was another moment of buffering, Yang Ping could inject a large amount of mysterious energy into Tie Qingcang's body and then detonate it. Based on the cultivation of both sides between the two sides, Tie Qingcang will undoubtedly die!

Unexpectedly, Tie Qingcang twisted his body again when he was in the sword, locking the mouth with his muscles and bones. The moment the mysterious energy on Yang Ping's sword was about to enter, he fell hard on Yang Ping's right shoulder with a palm.

Crack...

Yang Ping's right shoulder bone was shattered, and half of his chest cavity was almost smashed.

The two swords were locked, one shoulder was broken, and the mysterious energy became even more disordered. However, Yang Ping was really good. Although he could no longer guide the mysterious energy to detonate Tie Qingcang's body, his left hand that could still move immediately set the sword on the hilt, and even punched the sword. The long sword immediately gained momentum again. The sword body of the entire sword stabbed in until it had no handle. His fist even fell on the wound on Tie Qingcang's chest without disappearing, and a bang and a crack sound; it was probably because of the broken ribs, which further severely damaged Tie Qingcang.

But Tie Qingcang still refused to retreat but advanced. He was already suffering from heavy injuries, but he still rushed forward with blood all over his body, and hit Yang Ping's forehead. But with a crack, Yang Ping's skull broke and immediately exclaimed bitterly. Then he replied with a color and hit Tie Qingcang's lower abdomen. The two of them separated from each other, but they were still very close, almost facing each other;

At this moment, Tie Qingcang's right hand, which was pierced, was holding Yang Ping's sword tightly, and he tried his best to attack and hit Yang Ping's neck. Almost at the same time, Yang Ping's left hand had turned into a palm knife and slashed at Tie Qingcang's neck, obviously intending to kill with one blow.

Tie Qingcang grabbed the other party's invading hand with his left hand, and then hit Yang Ping's forehead hard. Blood on both of them collapsed at the same time.

Yang Ping screamed louder, and his left hand quickly broke free from Tie Qingcang's constraints, and then grabbed Tie Qingcang's neck hard, but Tie Qingcang hit him again...

Boom boom boom boom...

The fighting atmosphere between the two of them was so fierce that they could not be watched. Countless flesh and blood, and even bones flew out from time to time. Yang Ping, who had been met continuously, had his whole head turned into a smashed watermelon, no longer complete, and blood was everywhere.

Tie Qingcang's condition was not much better, and there was almost no complete place on his body. There was a hole in his right chest that was transparent in front and back, but he still insisted on rushing towards him one by one...

Bang!

Bang!

Bang!

Every time the collision was met, all the people watching the battle would pound, and they all had dry mouths and terrified hearts!

It's a long time later...

The two fell down together!

But these two people still have movement... Well, they should be said to be squirming and trying desperately to get up; Yang Ping kept moving, and after a few moves, he suddenly fell to the ground and did not move at all.

Tie Qingcang was always breathing heavily, and blood foam and internal organ fragments were constantly spitting out of his mouth, but he used his left hand to force himself up.

Looking at the motionless body opposite, Tie Qingcang laughed loudly, and after spewing out a large mouthful of sticky blood, he hissed: "I won!"

Before he finished speaking, he fell to the ground and lost his breath.

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