Chapter 2272
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Every word of Xiao Zheng pierced into Zhao Yin's heart like a steel needle.
Had he been seen through by Xiao Zheng?
Perhaps Xiao Zheng had seen through some of his trump cards. But even so, had he lost?
As the first God-level expert, would Zhao Yin lose to a Grandmaster-level expert?
This was not just a battle of revenge. It was also a battle to defend the glory of a God-level expert.
Zhao Yin would not allow himself to lose to Xiao Zheng. What's more, he had plenty of capital. Even if Xiao Zheng seemed to be gradually gaining control of the battle. Even if — he did seem to be weaker than Xiao Zheng in terms of aura.
But in this world, there were many people who were bluffing. Whether Xiao Zheng was bluffing or not depended on the following situation.
Xiao Zheng held his blade horizontally.
Once again, he walked toward Zhao Yin.
His whole body exuded a monstrous aura. Not only him, but also the blade in his hand.
It seemed that even the blade could feel Xiao Zheng's strong killing intent. It was buzzing and trembling.
"What a strong killing intent." The old monk's expression turned serious.
"Did you feel it?" Ye Yuhua asked curiously.
The old monk shook his head and said, "No need to feel it." "I can see it just by looking at it."
Ye Yuhua was slightly stunned. Then she pursed her lips and said, "This is indeed your world, not mine."
Ye Yuhua had lived a pampered life since she was a child. She could be said to be the first batch of ladies in the founding of the People's Republic. And she was born with a silver spoon in her mouth.
The glory and glory of Lord Ye made Ye Yuhua the center of attention since she was a child. Coupled with her own talent and talent, she was doted on by God.
Perhaps it was because she had reached the extreme that she lived in the Buddha's lamp for more than 20 years. This was probably the true meaning of life.
If you gained too much, you had to lose something to make up for it. Was this the meaning of the Heavenly Way?
The old monk said softly, "Maybe, Xiao Zheng will really bring us unexpected results." His words were full of excitement.
First of all, just like Ye Yuhua, he hoped that Xiao Zheng could return victorious. Even though it was as difficult as ascending to heaven for the old monk.
Secondly, Xiao Zheng carried the hopes of too many people on his shoulders. Nothing must happen to him. Once he fell, the situation in Sijiu City would be greatly affected. It might even affect everyone's interests.
The old monk hoped that Xiao Zheng would be able to win this tough battle, regardless of whether it was for public or personal reasons.
Ye Yuhua was the same.
Whoosh!
Xiao Zheng was like a bolt of lightning. With a sudden refraction, he arrived at Zhao Yin's left side in an extremely beautiful manner. Then, with a flash of the blade, it arrived at Zhao Yin's neck in an instant.
His move was quick and urgent. If it was in front of an ordinary person, they would probably be killed on the spot before they could even react.
However, his opponent was not an ordinary person. He was not even an ordinary expert. Instead, he was a legendary Deity level expert. Could he be killed so easily by Xiao Zheng?
That was obviously impossible.
When Xiao Zheng slashed out with his blade, Zhao Yin suddenly changed his position and blocked Xiao Zheng's strike with his blade horizontally.
But perhaps it was a passive defense. Xiao Zheng's saber strike was still very deep. It even caused the back of Zhao Yin's saber to touch his own neck.
He could even feel the chill coming from Xiao Zheng's saber!
There was a loud clang. The blades collided. After the first strike, Xiao Zheng slashed out again. But Zhao Yin took advantage of this gap and jumped back. He avoided Xiao Zheng's attack range.
This strike seemed simple, but it succeeded in making Zhao Yin suffer a small loss.
"Why are you hiding?" Xiao Zheng's face was gloomy, but his lips curved into a devilish sneer.
His figure leaned forward once more, pressing towards Zhao Yin with an extremely invasive manner.
The blade in his hand seemed to be a part of his hand. As long as he thought about it, the blade would slash at his designated spot without any scruples.
The difference between an expert and an ordinary person was not only the speed of hand, but also the ability to make the most accurate judgment in the shortest time. Whether it was moving, retreating, advancing or retreating, it did not even need to go through the brain. It was a subconscious nerve reaction.
Another five minutes of stalemate. Xiao Zheng gradually gained the upper hand. And Zhao Yin's attack was no longer as aggressive as before. If only looking at the overall situation, Xiao Zheng and Zhao Yin could have a forty to sixty chance of winning.
Xiao Zheng had six.
"You're proud so soon?" Zhao Yin's expression suddenly became relaxed after a short period of unhappiness. "You seem to be happy too early."
"Huh?" Xiao Zheng slashed out with his blade. It seemed that he had no time to talk nonsense with him.
Zhao Yin faced Xiao Zheng's abnormally fierce saber strike. His whole aura suddenly exploded.
In an instant, Zhao Yin forcefully resisted Xiao Zheng's strike. Then his whole body suddenly swooped up. The saber in his hand was like a swimming dragon, whistling as it flew. It went straight to Xiao Zheng's throat!
Clang!
Xiao Zheng slashed with all his might. While he was shocked, his body suddenly bounced back.
If he had been half an inch slower, half an inch slower, his life might have been taken by Zhao Yin's strike.
Like Zhao Yin, he faintly smelled the coldness on the blade. That was the terrifying aura of death!
Xiao Zheng was a little puzzled and even more confused.
He thought he had completely seen through Zhao Yin's trump card. But now it seemed that he had not reached that point.
At least there were still many unsolved mysteries about Zhao Yin.
For example, the power of the strike just now was not inferior to that of Xiao Zheng's nameless strike!
It should be known that Xiao Zheng's trump card was the nameless strike. The current Dragon Raises Its Head was just an improved version. It could be said that it was a step further.
But Zhao Yin's sudden strike had reached the power of the nameless strike. It could be seen that Zhao Yin's comprehensive strength and his attainments in using the blade were already beyond the comprehension of ordinary people.
"Do you think you're the only one who knows how to use a blade?" Zhao Yin's eyes were cold. "You might not know, but when I was young. The two things I loved the most were liquor and a good blade. "
"Do you really think that you have seen through me?"
"Or maybe. Do you think that you can defeat me? "
Zhao Yin slowly raised his blade, "Then, let me show you what a true blade technique is!"
After saying that, Zhao Yin's body paused like he was accumulating power, like he was waiting for something.
He was waiting for Xiao Zheng's one breath. Zhao Yin suddenly charged forward. The blade in his hand buzzed like a lion's roar as it slashed down towards Xiao Zheng's chest!
Xiao Zheng's brows rose up and he didn't look afraid at all. He waved his blade and fought head-on with Zhao Yin once more.
"I don't understand. I don't understand more and more. "The old monk felt his heart twitch.
This battle had been going on for too long.
It was also too unpredictable.
The old monk knew that he might not even be able to take Zhao Yin's first wave of attacks. He would be defeated.
But Xiao Zheng had already fought with Zhao Yin for the third round.
He could clearly see the sweat on Xiao Zheng's back.
And his face that was getting more and more haggard.
He knew that Xiao Zheng wouldn't be able to hold on for long.
Even though he seemed to understand Zhao Yin more and more and was getting closer to the truth …
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