Although Xiao Nan's queenly temperament was very attractive, neither Nangong Zhe nor Fei Duan had the time to appreciate it.
The first time the two of them fought was several years ago. At that time, Fei Duan had just completed the sacrificial ritual for the Cthulhu. He had not yet familiarized himself with the Cthulhu's undying ability, so that battle was almost meaningless to the two of them now.
Whether it was Nangong Zhe or Fei Duan, both of them had grown over the years. The two of them needed to be extra careful in this battle.
The Bloody March Scythe in Fei Duan's hand was slightly glowing with a bloody brilliance under the sunlight. It was obvious that it had drunk the blood of many enemies. Nangong Zhe's majestic inner strength and sword energy were also constantly emitted. The originally slightly undulating ground began to flatten under the impact of Nangong Zhe's inner strength and sword energy.
The battle was about to start!
"Hah!"
The confrontation between the two of them was an action that tested the temperament of both sides. Compared to Nangong Zhe, Fei Duan was obviously more inclined to launch the first round of attack himself.
Fei Duan roared, and the Chakra on his body began to flow to his feet and hands, increasing his physical fitness.
Even the ground had a small pit because of Fei Duan's power!
The Bloody March Scythe was a heavy weapon, especially when Fei Duan used the Chakra to stimulate his body and unleash an extremely tyrannical power. The Bloody March Scythe almost left an afterimage in the air, and the ear-piercing sound of it breaking through the air was so clear.
Nangong Zhe knew that if he wanted to defeat Fei Duan, the most important thing was that he absolutely could not let Fei Duan collect his blood. This was the most important rule when dealing with the followers of the Cthulhuism Society.
Although he was not the first to attack, Nangong Zhe relied on his speed and skills to make his sword speed reach an extremely high level.
The sword was like a venomous snake that had been lying dormant for a long time revealing its venomous fangs, piercing towards Fei Duan from an extremely tricky angle.
The two of them were very fast, and in an instant, they were already standing opposite each other.
At this time, Fei Duan's face revealed a slightly cruel smile.
The Bloody March Scythe's long handle had unknowingly turned into a chain.
Originally, Fei Duan was holding the Bloody March Scythe with both hands and slashing towards Nangong Zhe, but now he had already grabbed the end of the chain. The Bloody March Scythe's speed became even faster under the effect of inertia, and swept towards Nangong Zhe's neck.
"Oh? You've really learned … But what's the point of such a small trick? "
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His right's, he held the Scythe Scythe Bloody March.
Nangong Zhe held the Heavenly Calamity Sword's simple and unadorned scabbard in his left hand.
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Ding!
A crisp sound rang out as Nangong Zhe blocked the Three Moon Sickle with his ordinary looking black scabbard.
That's right, the scabbard and the hilt of the heavenly tribulation sword were made of the same material.
It was extremely hard!
Fei Duan knew that the Three Moons Sickle wouldn't be of any use this time, so he shook his wrist, wanting to take the Three Moons Sickle into his hand.
"It's useless!"
Nangong Zhe exerted force with his left hand and used a skillful technique to 'entangle' the Three Moons Scythe with his scabbard.
The Three Moons Sickle seemed to be glued to the Three Moons Sickle, and there was no way to retrieve it.
"Although you have an immortal body, if I were to blind one of your eyes, your battle prowess would definitely decrease a lot, right?"
That's right. Originally, Nangong Zhe's sword looked like it was going to stab Fei Duan's abdomen, but Nangong Zhe's wrist turned and stabbed Fei Duan's eyes.
"Go ahead and try. Do you think I, Master Fei Duan, am so easy to deal with?"
Obviously, his weapon had been restrained by Nangong Zhe. One of his hands couldn't do anything because he was unwilling to give up his weapon, but Fei Duan didn't seem to be worried that he would be blinded by Nangong Zhe at all. Instead, he laughed and ridiculed Nangong Zhe.
A trick?
Nangong Zhe knew that Fei Duan must have some tricks up his sleeve.
Sure enough, Fei Duan's other hand suddenly took out an iron rod with a sharp spike at the end.
It stabbed toward Nangong Zhe's body!
The iron rod was only about 20 centimeters long. It was just like a strangely shaped dagger.
Nangong Zhe decided to give up this attack and directly used the heavenly tribulation sword to push away the iron rod.
Just as he was about to pull away and make a second attack, the black iron rod suddenly elongated!
Retreat! Retreat!! Retreat!!!
He absolutely couldn't let his blood fall into Fei Duan's hands. Nangong Zhe used his internal force to stimulate his legs, and his speed soared again and again.
However, the iron rod elongated faster and faster. The iron rod was getting closer and closer to Nangong Zhe's abdomen.
Three centimeters …
Two centimeters …
One centimeter …
Seeing that Nangong Zhe was about to be stabbed by the iron rod!
"Hahahaha! You bastard, just die under the power of Master Fei Duan and Master Cthulhu! "
Fei Duan was very excited. He felt that he had won this round.
Nangong Zhe's panicked movement to avoid the iron rod suddenly stopped. Because of the rapid retreat, his slightly bent body and lowered head were now standing straight.
"You think … you won?"
Fei Duan looked carefully. Although his iron rod was very close to Nangong Zhe's abdomen, it still didn't touch Nangong Zhe's body.
Just a little bit! A little bit!
"Originally, I thought that after these few years, you should have made some progress. But other than learning these strange moves, it seems that you haven't improved much … Boring, boring. "
Nangong Zhe's face didn't have the nervous expression at the beginning of the battle. Instead, it was very relaxed. As if he didn't put Fei Duan in his eyes, he spoke to Nangong Zhe like an elder educating a child.
"Ahhhh!! Back then, you had this expression on your face when you humiliated me to such an extent. I once swore that I must let you have a taste of humiliation. But now, you are still looking at me with this expression! What do you have? What do you have! Master Fei Duan, even if I get seriously injured, I will let you know how powerful I am. I will let you experience the power of Lord Evil God! "
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