Without any nonsense or probing, Li Qingshan's first move was a killing move!
Like a hungry tiger pouncing on its prey, with a glare, a roar, and a pounce, it fused the four divine abilities into one.
At the critical moment, Chuo Long's expression changed. His gaze was like that of a dragon's, and his hand that was holding the sword suddenly steadied. He swung it, leaving a series of afterimages.
Clang! The swords and sabers clashed.
Chuo Long forcefully withstood this strike, his body toppling backwards. The ground beneath his feet cracked and collapsed in all directions.
The sharp lights intersected, and a ball of dancing sparks illuminated the two sinister faces. Killing intent, rage, and hatred, all of them clashed madly in that tiny space. He stared at Dragon Eye with his tiger eyes and pressed the edge of the blade down fiercely. A stream of blood flowed down from Si Longtou's head. The fierce wind from the blades slashed at his body from all directions, producing a series of sharp metallic sounds. The dragon scales on his body were like heavy armor, firmly resisting the blades.
At the moment when the momentum of the blade was exhausted, he was like a spring that was pressed to the limit, using all his strength to deflect the blade. The edge of the blade passed in front of Li Qingshan's eyes, leaving the space in front of him wide open.
Bang! Li Qingshan was sent flying backwards. A seven-colored palm print was deeply imprinted on his chest, accompanied by a sharp pain.
Chuo Long's hair was disheveled. He leaned on his sword and panted heavily. Blood flowed from his forehead to the corner of his mouth. He felt a lingering fear. Just Now, if he took half a step back, he would be finished.
"Alright!" Li Qingshan grabbed the flesh on his chest and tore it off. Hot blood spilled onto the frozen ground. His fighting spirit boiled like fire as he strode toward the Turtle Dragon.
"You've already lost." Chuo Long's voice was low as the corners of his mouth curled into a cruel smile.
Li Qingshan grinned, but did not make a sound. In the silence, there was only the sound of the wind and the saber.
Chuo Long sneered and charged forward with his sword.
The group of stars watched coldly. They were like ordinary soldiers, approaching the other party step by step.
Ten steps!
The wind howled, the killing intent surged, and the faint roars of tigers and dragons could be heard.
Li Qingshan did not make a move, and neither did Chuo Long.
Five steps!
Fierce winds howled, killing intent blazed, and the roars of tigers and dragons were like the low sound of war drums.
Li Qingshan did not make a move, and neither did Chuo Long.
Three steps!
The wind was torn apart, and the murderous aura was shattered. Tiger roars and dragon roars surged and overlapped as they charged into the sky!
Rays of light exploded. It swept in all directions, drowning everything in the saber light and sword aura.
Slash, slash, slash!
Humans are like tigers. The saber was like the wind, wantonly brandishing. To his heart's content, it was as if he was drinking strong wine, disregarding life and death!
Little Ann, who was hiding at the side, had a worried look on his face. Chuo Long's swordsmanship was superb. His sword's twists and turns were unpredictable, like the transformation of a dragon or snake. While parrying the energy saber … Then, it weaved through Li Qingshan's body from inconceivable angles, leaving bloody marks on his body. He also had a set of Dragonscale Heavy Armor, which was good for both offense and defense.
Li Qingshan only attacked and did not defend, which was why he was able to gain the upper hand. However, the injuries he received were getting more and more severe, and he was practically fighting while bathed in blood.
Little Ann gripped the Buddha Slaying Sword tightly. "If this goes on, he will …"
In the Tiger Demon Transformation, no other divine abilities could be used. Including the Phoenix's Nirvana. Once he died in battle, he would truly die.
Boom! Smoke and dust rose into the sky. Figures separated and passed by each other. One of them fell to the ground.
Chuo Long stood proudly, a few more saber marks on his body, and his dragon scales were shattered. He looked back and sneered cruelly.
Li Qingshan half-knelt with his saber, his body bathed in blood. If he was smart … He should have retracted the Tiger Demon Transformation now. At least he would have a few more lives. However, he did not do so. He spat out a mouthful of blood and laughed. "Satisfying!"
If he killed his courageous heart because of the Phoenix's Nirvana, he might as well not have it. If he retreated because he was afraid of death, he might as well die.
Unknowingly, the wind stopped.
Chuo Long adjusted his aura, turned around, and stared at his back. He was clearly very weak, but he was deeply fearful. Without any hesitation, he dashed forward and slashed down with his sword!
Little Ann bit his lip and closed his eyes. "Get up!"
The wind rose!
Li Qingshan grabbed the blade without looking back. Fresh blood flowed down the blade.
Chuo Long's expression changed. His extremely weak aura actually rose again. "How, how is this possible!"
The wind rose! In an instant, it became a storm, shattering the pillars of smoke, flying sand and stones, and darkening the world.
Wind God Wings lightly spread out. With each flap, the storm became even more violent.
Li Qingshan was the heart of the storm!
Chuo Long's expression became stern, and he used all his strength to activate the blade. "Die!"
The sword light slashed across, but it missed. Li Qingshan's figure disappeared, leaving only the wild flower saber stabbed into the ground.
"Hmph, did he escape?" Chuo Long's uneasiness became stronger and stronger.
The blade trembled, rising from the ground and shooting into the sky, landing in a large hand.
Chuo Long suddenly raised his head, and his gaze pierced through the sandstorm. Li Qingshan was hovering above his head, looking down at him with a pair of red eyes. The wind god wings behind him merged with the storm.
Li Qingshan nodded slightly at Little Ann, thanking her for her trust and support. She didn't help him when he was in danger. He understood how difficult it was for her.
He silently listened to the sound of the wind. "This is … the sixth level of the Tiger Demon."
The wild flower saber soul that had been silent for a long time suddenly spoke. "Kid, your saber skills are still too young! You actually made me lose to a broken sword. "
"Listen to my roar." Li Qingshan smiled and waved the wild flower saber, stirring up the storm.
At this moment, he seemed to have transformed into a wind god, descending from the sky with the power of heaven and earth.
Chuo Long's expression was solemn as he slowly waved the Abandoned Immortal Sword. Rays of sharp sword light condensed and didn't dissipate. Three thousand moves of the Heaven and Earth Hidden Sword Technique formed a sword formation to resist the wind god of heaven and earth.
"Heaven and Earth Hidden Sword, Three Thousand Formation!"
"Hundred Flowers!"
The Last Flower Saber danced in the storm. The dazzling saber light was like a hundred flowers blooming. With the hilt as the branch, the saber as the calyx, and the wind as the petals, it bloomed brilliantly!
The sword formation was broken! The three thousand sword lights were all drowned in the wind flowers.
However, Chuo Long was unharmed. He sneered. "Just so-so!"
Li Qingshan slowly spat out two words, but it caused his expression to change drastically. "Thousand Flowers!"
With the Last Flower Saber in hand, this steel flower bloomed to its heart's content once again.
The ground was shaved off layer by layer, leaving only Chuo Long in the center. He desperately waved his sword to defend with a crazed expression.
Clang!
The Abandoned Immortal Sword flew out of his hand. Its surface was covered with fine saber marks. The dragon scales on his body shattered and scattered, blown away by the wind flowers.
Chuo Long's face was filled with shock as if he was trapped in a nightmare. However, he heard another word. "Thousand Flowers!"
In an instant, his aura collapsed. A cloud of blood mist burst out of his body. He turned into a seven-colored escape light and fled toward the Demon Domain.
He didn't hesitate to use his essence blood and vital qi to execute the escape art. His speed was as fast as lightning. However, the flowers bloomed and withered, layer by layer, as if they were endless. The escape light was shaved off layer by layer, and he was forced back to his human form. A shadow covered him.
Li Qingshan blocked his path. His expression was ferocious and furious, but his scarlet eyes were abnormally clear, reflecting his distorted face.
That gaze made him feel fear. He trembled and couldn't move.
The ten thousand flowers fell, and the saber lights were all restrained. Only the Last Flower Saber was left in the world. The saber stabbed into his chest, and the saber didn't even reach the hilt.
The saber came out from his back, and the aftermath tore the ground apart. It turned into a thousand miles of wind, leaving behind a deep ravine.
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