The two waves of attacks were closely connected without any gap.
Like a goshawk, Tie Qingcang kept falling and swooping down.
Then, he would be knocked back up, fall again, and launch another attack.
After five or six times in a row, Yang Ping had staggered back hundreds of feet. He could feel that his opponent was rising and falling. Although his feet never touched the ground, and it was difficult for him to borrow strength, his mystical Qi attacks were getting stronger and stronger, and the pressure from his palms was getting heavier. Gradually, Yang Ping had a feeling that he could not hold on any longer.
Tie Qingcang fell again, and an even stronger and fiercer attack followed.
Yang Ping not only had a profound cultivation base, but he also had rich combat experience. He knew that if this went on, his opponent would be able to borrow the force of the aftershock to fly back up, and if this went on for a long time, he would not be able to escape defeat.
The moment he realized this, he gritted his teeth and gathered all the mystical Qi in his body, then threw out a palm strike. With another explosion, Tie Qingcang was knocked high into the air again, but Yang Ping had retreated 200 feet in an instant, then moved 100 feet to the left at top speed. With a clang, he finally held the second sword in his hand!
The situation seemed to have changed again, but Tie Qingcang, who was in midair, still chose to continue the attack. He suddenly spread his arms, turned around, and swooped down like a huge goshawk!
At the same time, the sword in Yang Ping's hand flashed with a threatening light.
Tie Qingcang did not dodge, as if he had ignored the counterattack. He maintained his original momentum and kept bombarding with a pair of golden palms. Yang Ping roared and slashed out with his sword. Tie Qingcang sneered and met the attack with one hand.
In the arena …
Huo Yunfeng took a deep breath and said, "The outcome is about to be decided! Both sides have prepared some moves for this attack, and they are using their lifetime cultivation base. It's a wonderful battle! "
Ding Buke and You Buneng were also experts in cultivation, so they watched the battle intently and did not look as nervous as Huo Yunfeng.
Although the battle in front of them was related to hundreds of top-grade spiritual jades, the two of them were already prepared to lose the bet at the beginning of the battle between the two sects. Now that the situation had changed and was developing in an unprecedentedly good direction, they were almost sure of the victory. They didn't care too much about the outcome of the battle. Instead, they cared more about the brilliance of the battle. No matter who won in the end, it wouldn't affect the brilliance of the battle!
For a moment, the battlefield was filled with sword energy, and Tie Qingcang's dazzling golden hands were waving freely as he approached Bu Fang like a bolt of lightning. As expected, the two of them once again engaged in the most extreme head-on collision!
Yang Ping let out a furious roar. The already magnificent sword energy rose by thirty percent and pierced Tie Qingcang's palm. However, Tie Qingcang's expression did not change in the face of such a serious injury. Instead of retreating, his pierced hand moved forward and grabbed the sword, letting the golden blood flow everywhere.
His other free hand, however, was like a mountain-splitting axe, smashing down violently with a crazy momentum!
Yang Ping sneered. His left hand, which was not holding a sword, suddenly held a sword again and thrust it toward Tie Qingcang's heart. It was fast, accurate, and ruthless.
'Not only does this man have a profound cultivation base, but his swordsmanship is also brilliant. He can even wield a sword with both hands at will. How can an ordinary man compare to him?'
Yang Ping's intention was simple and clear: 'You can hit me with your palm, but the price is that I will kill you with my sword when you are hit!'
Tie Qingcang's expression did not change, but he twisted his body abruptly and maintained the same momentum. His palm was still falling crazily, while Yang Ping's sword pierced through his right chest and back with great force.
If Yang Ping had a moment's delay, Yang Ping could have injected a large amount of mystical energy into Tie Qingcang's body and detonated it. With their cultivation bases being about the same, Tie Qingcang would have been dead for sure!
Unexpectedly, the moment Tie Qingcang was hit by the sword, he twisted his body again and locked the sword with his muscles and bones. Then, just as the mystical energy on Yang Ping's sword was about to enter his body, his palm fell hard on Yang Ping's right shoulder.
Kacha …
The bones in Yang Ping's right shoulder were instantly shattered, and half of his chest was almost smashed as well.
Tie Qingcang's swords were locked, his shoulder was broken, and his mystical Qi became even more chaotic. But Yang Ping was really amazing. Although he could no longer guide his mystical Qi to detonate Tie Qingcang's body, he immediately let go of the sword with his left hand and punched the hilt. The sword regained its momentum, and the entire blade stabbed into Tie Qingcang's body until the hilt was gone. His fist, on the other hand, smashed into the wound on Tie Qingcang's chest without losing its momentum. A loud thud and a crack could be heard. Tie Qingcang's ribs were broken, which further injured him.
However, Tie Qingcang did not retreat. Even though he was already seriously injured, he still took a step forward and slammed his head into Yang Ping's forehead. Yang Ping's skull cracked with a crack, causing him to cry out in pain. Then, he retaliated by slamming his knee into Tie Qingcang's lower abdomen. It was only then that the two of them separated, but they were still very close to each other, almost touching each other.
At this moment, Tie Qingcang's pierced right hand was still tightly gripping Yang Ping's sword as he struck Yang Ping's neck with all his might. Almost at the same time, Yang Ping's left hand had turned into a knife and was aimed at Tie Qingcang's neck. Obviously, he wanted to kill Tie Qingcang with one blow.
Tie Qingcang grabbed Yang Ping's hand with his left hand and hit Yang Ping's forehead with his head again. Blood splattered from their foreheads at the same time.
Yang Ping screamed even louder as he quickly broke free from Tie Qingcang's grip with his left hand and grabbed Tie Qingcang's neck, but Tie Qingcang hit him again.
Boom! Boom!
The atmosphere of the battle between the two of them was so intense that it was unbearable to watch. Blood, flesh, and even bones flew out from time to time. Yang Ping's head had been smashed like a watermelon and was no longer whole. Blood gushed out from all over the place.
Tie Qingcang's condition was not much better. There was almost no part of his body that was intact, and there was a hole in his right chest, but he still kept hitting Yang Ping's head.
Bam!
Bam!
Bam!
Every time Tie Qingcang and Yang Ping collided, the hearts of all the spectators skipped a beat. Their mouths were dry, and they were terrified!
A long time later …
Both of them fell down together!
But they were still moving … Well, it should be said that they were wriggling, desperately trying to get up. Yang Ping kept moving, and after a few movements, he suddenly fell to the ground and stopped moving.
Tie Qingcang was panting heavily and kept vomiting blood and pieces of internal organs, but he managed to prop himself up with his left hand.
Looking at the motionless body in front of him, Tie Qingcang burst out laughing. After coughing out a mouthful of sticky blood, he said in a hoarse voice, "I've won!"
Before his voice could fade away, he fell to the ground and stopped breathing.
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