After that slash, not only were they drenched in sweat, but blood was also gushing out from their wounds.
At this moment, not only did Xiao Zheng not feel the slightest bit of fear, on the contrary, his ferocious face actually revealed a cruel cold smile in disbelief, "Another slash?"
Buzz!
Without any hesitation, Xiao Zheng raised his saber and fought again.
This time, Xiao Zheng's movements were even more ferocious. He wanted to kill Zhao Yin on the spot even more.
Xiao Zheng's fearlessness also aroused Zhao Yin's endless fighting spirit.
He was very clear that he had to fight this battle, and he could not retreat. If he fought, he might still have a chance to survive and win. If he retreated, the only outcome would be to be killed by Xiao Zheng's saber.
Since things had come to this, Zhao Yin had to use his strongest attack to attack Xiao Zheng's fatal spot.
Puchi!
The two of them once again slashed at each other's bodies. Although they avoided fatal injuries at the most crucial moment. But it also left a long gash.
At this moment, they did not look like the strongest experts fighting each other. Instead, they looked like two boorish men, two butchers with no skills at all.
However, only the old monk knew that even if he entered the battlefield now, he might only be killed by Zhao Yin, who was full of fighting spirit and had his muscles tensed up to the extreme.
The old monk also knew that the battle was nearing its end.
Of these two, at least one would die in this battle.
Destroy indiscriminately?
It was not impossible.
Given Xiao Zheng and Zhao Yin's strength, they were very confident that they could drag the other party down with them at the last moment. All of this could happen. This made Ye Yuhua and the old monk extremely nervous.
They knew that even now, Xiao Zheng did not have the confidence to win.
Did Xiao Zheng and Zhao Yin know who would be able to win?
Drip.
Drip.
Both of them were bleeding profusely, their faces paler than the other.
After all, Zhao Yin was old. Even if he was a God level expert, his endurance was definitely not as good as Xiao Zheng's.
On the other hand, Xiao Zheng. Although he was covered in wounds and cold sweat kept seeping out of his forehead. This directly showed that Xiao Zheng was almost out of stamina.
Even he felt the same way. Not to mention Zhao Yin?
The fierce battle that lasted for more than half an hour had long exhausted the mental strength of these two top-notch powerhouses. But they were all accumulating power. Accumulating the last bit of strength.
The final duel was about to begin.
The final victor was about to be born in this clash.
Xiao Zheng took a deep breath. A chill suddenly flashed across his expressionless face.
Whoosh!
He gathered his strength and dove down like a catapult.
At the same time, Zhao Yin also drew his saber and stepped forward. His crimson eyes were filled with killing intent.
Clang!
The blades of the two collided, and the friction produced intense sparks. Both their wrists also felt an explosive pain.
But right at this instant, Xiao Zheng's left hand suddenly stretched out and grabbed straight towards Zhao Yin's chest.
Bang!
Not only did the dragon claw heavily injure Zhao Yin's chest, but it also heavily injured him. He even grabbed Zhao Yin's collar with his eagle claws.
Hey!
It was the simplest and most accurate shoulder throw. Xiao Zheng threw Zhao Yin out with one move. But at the same time, Zhao Yin, who was in the air, also slashed horizontally, leaving a deep wound on Xiao Zheng's back.
Bang!
Zhao Yin's body fell to the ground. His internal organs felt like they were about to shatter.
And Xiao Zheng's back was quickly dyed red with blood.
Once again, the two of them exchanged physical strength.
But this time, Xiao Zheng was still able to stand straight in his original spot. But Zhao Yin was lying flat on the ground, gasping for breath.
He had suffered a loss in this exchange.
In his and Xiao Zheng's condition, external injuries were definitely not as serious as internal injuries.
There was a wound on Xiao Zheng's back, but it could not stop him from moving. But Zhao Yin — he only felt that his chest was choked by a mouthful of blood. He could not spit it out, nor could he swallow it.
He knew that Xiao Zheng finally had the upper hand in this exchange.
Hiss.
After gasping twice, Zhao Yin forced himself to stand up. His clothes were messy, and he was covered in blood, staring at Xiao Zheng not far away.
He seemed to be exerting his strength, as if he was — waiting for the last attack.
This time, there were three possibilities.
Either he died, or Xiao Zheng died.
Or — they both died.
Ye Yuhua opened her mouth, as if she wanted to stop them from killing each other. But the old monk shook his head slightly, indicating that Ye Yuhua should not interfere.
At this moment, there was nothing that could stop the two of them from exchanging.
Either live or die.
This was their final destiny, and also their final ending.
No one, not even Ye Yuhua, could stop this sacred battle.
"Come on."
Xiao Zheng raised his blade slightly. His expression was cold and fierce. It was full of killing intent.
Zhao Yin swung his blade, narrowed his eyes, and said, "I will send you to hell."
"Me too."
Whoosh!
The two of them shot at each other without any hesitation. It was as if this battle was the value of their existence and the meaning of their existence.
Clang!
Clang!
The blades collided with each other, producing dazzling sparks. The sharp and ear-piercing sound reminded Ye Yuhua that the final moment had come.
Puff!
Zhao Yin cut open Xiao Zheng's chest with his blade.
And Xiao Zheng punched Zhao Yin's chest.
However, Zhao Yin had only used one saber strike. As for Xiao Zheng, he followed up with another punch.
After one punch, he punched again!
Three punches in total!
Zhao Yin spat out a mouthful of blood on the spot, and his whole body was smashed hard against the wall.
Boom.
Zhao Yin fell to the ground with a crash.
His mouth was full of blood, and his face became extremely pale in an instant. He became — lifeless.
"Ugh —"
Zhao Yin's body slightly spasmed. He could not help but make a sound.
This was a sign that he was completely exhausted.
On the other hand, Xiao Zheng's hand, which was holding the blade, was not as steady as usual.
It was shaking violently, visible to the naked eye.
The fresh blood on the blade was scattered all over the ground along with the trembling of his arm.
Yes.
Xiao Zheng and Zhao Yin had both lost their most basic abilities in this long and fierce battle.
Although Xiao Zheng could still stand where he was, every inch of his skin did not seem to belong to him anymore.
And Zhao Yin could only lie on the ground and breathe slowly.
It seemed that if he breathed a little too heavily, his lungs would not be able to bear it and directly explode.
"I won."
Xiao Zheng looked at Zhao Yin condescendingly.
This was the attitude of a winner.
"I'm not dead yet." Zhao Yin gritted his teeth. He said coldly.
He struggled to get up and fight again.
But he really did not have the strength to get up.
The only thing he could do at this moment was to ensure his own breathing so that he would not die so soon.
"You'll die soon."
Xiao Zheng moved his legs that seemed to weigh a thousand pounds, and carried the blade that seemed to weigh ten thousand pounds, slowly walking towards Zhao Yin step by step.
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