Du Yan was sent flying by Lan Ling's sword, and blood spurted from his mouth.
This scene completely shocked everyone.
Ninian and Chief Constantine stood up abruptly and stared at the scene in disbelief.
They were well aware of Du Yan's cultivation. Among the Chimera Tribe's younger generation, he could be considered the number one.
However, no one's shock could compare to Du Yan's own. His heart was completely overwhelmed with shock.
Lan Ling hadn't even broken through to become a Magic Warrior yet? His strength was only about 1,300 kilograms at most. Even if he used the Power of Bloodline and added the strength of his hands, he would only have 4,000 kilograms of strength.
However, Lan Ling's attack just now had a force of more than ten thousand kilograms.
Where did Lan Ling get such a strong cultivation level?
Instantly, Du Yan's heart was filled with terror.
After stumbling to the ground, he waved his sword to prevent Lan Ling from sneaking an attack.
However, Lan Ling was more than ten meters away from him and didn't move at all.
Hence, the scene was rather funny. Du Yan stood there and waved his sword wildly in the air.
Lan Ling smiled. "Brother Du Yan, you should remove the cloth covering your eyes."
Du Yan was stunned and instantly felt extremely humiliated.
Then, he clenched his teeth and tore off the black cloth covering his eyes.
"Boo …" Instantly, many of the spectators started booing and cheering.
When Du Yan heard this, he felt extremely uncomfortable. He instinctively glanced at Ninian.
Then, he was shocked.
That was because Ninian's eyes were filled with passion. It was as if she was about to burst into flames.
It wasn't just her gaze. Her chest was heaving up and down. It was as if … she was in heat.
Little did he know that Ninian wasn't looking at Du Yan, but someone else.
However, in Du Yan's heart, Ninian only loved him. Because she had said it herself several times.
He looked at Chief Constantine.
Constantine nodded in encouragement.
Du Yan was immediately encouraged. He automatically blocked the surrounding boos and sneered at Lan Ling. "You're really impressive, aren't you? But it's useless. How many times can you use your bloodline power? In the end, you will still die. "
Taking a deep breath, Du Yan wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and stared at Lan Ling.
Lan Ling said, "Do you want to untie your right hand too?"
"There's no need for that …" Du Yan snapped, "I only need one arm to kill you."
Du Yan realized that it would be very difficult to kill Lan Ling with just the strength of his left hand, so he had to win with speed and not give him a chance to block.
Pierce through his heart or neck as fast as you can.
He took a deep breath.
Du Yan suddenly arched his back and gathered all the strength in his body, preparing for the second fatal strike!
He was still not prepared to use his bloodline power, because he did not need it yet.
His body, completely like a cheetah, gradually arched.
Condense, condense, condense.
Then … he suddenly erupted.
Du Yan was as fast as lightning. The Great Sword Gate in his hand stabbed at Lan Ling's heart.
On the surface, this move seemed to be stabbing at Lan Ling's heart from the front, but midway, it would quickly change its move, going around to stab Lan Ling's heart from behind.
Of course, with Lan Ling's heaven-defying mental power and brain, he almost instantly deduced Du Yan's intention.
Because any move could be traced, through complex calculations, it was completely possible to deduce Du Yan's true intentions.
But in the past, it was useless even if he discovered Du Yan's true intentions, because his speed was far inferior to Du Yan's.
But now …
Although Lan Ling's cultivation was four levels lower than Du Yan's, Du Yan tied his right hand in order to show off and did not use his bloodline power.
Therefore, once Lan Ling used his bloodline power, his speed even surpassed Du Yan's.
"Whoosh …" Du Yan rushed in front of Lan Ling like lightning, and then suddenly accelerated. His figure flashed, circled to Lan Ling's back, and stabbed at his heart.
However, his speed was fast, but Lan Ling's speed was faster.
Lan Ling quickly turned around in place, and the sharp sword in his hand suddenly thrust out.
"Ding …"
There was a crisp sound.
The two swords collided once again.
However, this time it was sword tip against sword tip.
Sparks flew.
Lan Ling still used both hands, still using his bloodline power.
After the twelve thousand jin of power was offset, there was still eight thousand jin of power left through the treasure sword, violently rolling into Du Yan's left arm.
Suddenly, there was another tearing pain.
The skin of Du Yan's left arm cracked and bled inch by inch, and many tendons and veins also oozed blood.
And Du Yan's body quickly staggered back.
This time, he resisted vomiting blood.
"Ah …"
The surrounding people cried out in surprise again.
The first sword, Du Yan was sent flying and vomited blood, which could be said to be an accident.
The second sword, Du Yan was hit again and staggered back.
Du Yan felt that his entire left arm was on fire, and there was a burst of numbness. He was a devil descendant, so this injury was nothing, but it was impossible to use his left arm in a short time. After all, he was not like Lan Ling, who could heal instantly no matter how big the injury was. Once the tendons and veins were damaged, it still took time to recover.
Du Yan was really extremely shocked.
His second sword was not about strength at all, but about speed.
He didn't expect that Lan Ling could still intercept. Why was his speed so fast?
Lan Ling stopped and said, "Brother Du Yan, why don't you untie your right hand?"
As soon as these words came out, everyone burst into laughter.
Du Yan really wanted to drill into the ground. He was a person who loved face as much as his life.
According to his thoughts, he would rather die than untie his right hand.
However, if his right hand was untied, he might really lose.
Compared to his life, face was nothing, right?
Therefore, as everyone roared with laughter, Du Yan untied the rope that bound his right arm.
At this moment, Constantine and Ninian could not bear to look at him.
Why did he have to do this?
Just now, in order to show off, he forcibly blindfolded his eyes and tied his right hand.
Now, he untied it one by one.
This, this was equivalent to eating his own sh * t back one mouthful at a time.
"Shh …"
"Shh …"
The surrounding people cheered with all their might.
In the eyes of the foreign soldiers, Du Yan's behavior was no different from a clown.
"Du Yan, your face is worse than my butt."
Many boorish barbarian men directly took off their pants, aimed their butts at Du Yan, and slapped them with all their might.
At first, only one person did this, but later on, a group of people took off their pants, slapped their butts, and mocked Du Yan.
Du Yan had never been so embarrassed before, and he almost vomited blood.
At the same time, he completely hated Lan Ling. It was all because of him that he was humiliated like this.
"Lan Ling, I won't show mercy anymore," Du Yan said coldly, and then held the greatsword in his right hand.
Lan Ling raised the greatsword, clenched it with both hands, and said, "The previous two times, you were the one who initiated the attack. Now it's my turn. Let me show you what a bombardment of strength is!"
"Ah …"
Lan Ling suddenly roared.
The explosive power of the bloodline!
Instantly, his entire body shot toward Du Yan like a cannonball, and instantly rushed in front of him.
Then, he held the greatsword with both hands and slashed at Du Yan in a frenzy.
"Clang, clang, clang …"
Every move of Lan Ling's was a terrifying attack of the bloodline power.
The greatsword in his hand was more than five hundred catties. Rather than saying it was a greatsword, it would be better to say it was an iron rod.
Every move was more than six thousand catties of force.
Du Yan gritted his teeth, and fiercely resisted, raising his sword to block!
Three swords, four swords, five swords …
Du Yan originally thought that in order to gain the upper hand, Lan Ling would use the bloodline power from the start, but after five or six swords, the bloodline power would be exhausted.
However, Lan Ling's bloodline power seemed to be endless.
The crazy attacks smashed down like raindrops.
Even after the defeat just now, Du Yan still had many ideas for this duel.
For example, using the bloodline power to instantly kill Lan Ling.
For example, using the qi path to instantly kill Lan Ling!
However, qi path required distance, and needed to catch the opponent off guard.
As for the bloodline power, it needed to hold the sword with both hands to unleash the greatest power.
However, he, Du Yan, had already injured his left arm in order to act cool.
Purely using the power of the right arm, it only had nine thousand catties of force, and it could not cause fatal damage to Lan Ling.
The key was that now, Lan Ling's attacks fell like raindrops.
Crazy critical strikes!
Without any fancy moves, just like when Lan Ling defeated the berserker previously, he held the sword with both hands and slashed down.
However, the speed was many times faster.
At this moment, Lan Ling slashed more than ten times in a second.
"Bang, bang, bang, bang, bang …"
Therefore, this duel became extremely direct.
If it was in a human country, this would be a boring duel.
But in the Savage World, this was a blood-boiling duel, an exciting and dazzling battle, a duel between true brave people.
A clash of pure strength.
This was the favorite of the Savage World people.
Everyone's blood was boiling as they watched.
Lan Ling's sword became faster and faster!
"Kill, kill, kill!"
At this moment, there was no longer a need for him to shout. The surrounding tens of thousands of people roared in unison, cheering for Lan Ling.
The despicable Lan Ling actually did not even move half a step.
He just stood there, holding the sword with both hands, and slashed like a storm.
If this move was given a name, it would be Hua Mountain Splitting.
"Dang dang dang dang …"
Every second, Lan Ling slashed more than ten times in a frenzy.
And every second, Du Yan had to block more than ten attacks.
He had to block because Lan Ling's speed was too fast. In order to save his life, he had to stand still and block. He could not change his move, and he could not counterattack.
Because if he did not use his bloodline power, his speed was not as fast as Lan Ling. Once he changed his move or counterattacked, he would not be able to block Lan Ling's Hua Mountain Splitting and would be split in half.
Therefore, at this moment, Du Yan was really forced into a corner. Other than desperately blocking, there was no other way.
He did not dare to use his bloodline power, because to him, he only had four or five chances to use it.
However, the strength of his right arm was only 4500 kilograms, which meant that he had to withstand a force of 8000 kilograms every time.
His right arm could not withstand such a terrifying attack at all, so he could only divert the force and dissolve it.
Therefore, a strange scene appeared.
Du Yan became shorter and shorter.
It was not that he became shorter, but that he was smashed into the ground by Lan Ling.
The dueling ground was made of mud, and although it was exposed to the sun, it was still very hard.
However, it could not withstand a force of several thousand kilograms. Every time Lan Ling smashed down, Du Yan's feet sank a millimeter into the ground.
Lan Ling slashed more than ten times in a second, and Du Yan sank more than a centimeter into the ground.
In just half a minute, Du Yan was smashed more than a foot into the ground.
Seeing this spectacular scene, the spectators were all fired up.
Even Constantine II was cheering wildly.
Therefore, from the looks of it, Du Yan was more than a foot shorter than Lan Ling.
When he realized this, he was so ashamed that he wanted to die, and completely lost his mind.
"Ah …" He let out a crazy roar.
Holding his sword with both hands, he used his bloodline power to attack.
"Ah … Ah … Ah … Ah …"
Du Yan used his incomparably precious bloodline power to attack four times in a row.
Unfortunately, after being ravaged by Lan Ling, both of his arms were injured. Even if he used his bloodline power, he only had a mere 13,000 to 14,000 kilograms of strength.
Lan Ling could easily neutralize it.
However, Du Yan also took the opportunity to jump out of the hole more than a foot deep.
However, just as he leapt into the air, the power of his bloodline had already been used up.
Then …
Lan Ling let out a roar.
His bloodline power was even crazier.
With a strength of 12,500 kilograms, he crazily slashed fifteen times in a second.
His blood was almost boiling.
He had just devoured the blood power of a demon-toothed tiger of 5,000 kilograms.
The more he fought, the braver he became.
Therefore, just as Du Yan jumped out of the ground, he was once again smashed into the hole.
The following battle was not only hot-blooded, but also brilliant.
Lan Ling crazily attacked.
Du Yan was smashed deeper and deeper into the ground.
Du Yan's whole body sank into the ground, becoming two feet, three feet, four feet, five feet …
His whole body began to crack and bleed.
His internal organs could not bear it and began to spurt blood.
"Kill!" Finally, Lan Ling let out a fierce roar.
He used all his strength to slash down.
The sword in Du Yan's hand flew out.
At this time, Du Yan's whole body was smashed into the ground by Lan Ling, only his head was exposed.
And his confidence, his courage, seemed to be completely destroyed.
The sword in his hand was knocked out. He was stunned for a moment, then boundless fear surged.
"Kill him, kill him!" The surrounding barbarians roared wildly.
At this time, Du Yan's whole body was buried in the ground, leaving only his arms and head, which could be directly beheaded.
This was a duel, and it was normal for the loser to be beheaded.
Lan Ling looked at Du Yan with a complicated gaze.
For this duel, Lan Ling was facing a great enemy, and he was prepared for a difficult battle.
Even if he broke through to tenth rank magic warrior, even if he could use the power of bloodline countless times, it would not be so easy to win against Du Yan, and there would be a certain danger to his life.
After all, if Du Yan held the sword with both hands and used the power of bloodline to attack, his strength would be about eighteen thousand jin.
Although Lan Ling could bear this strength, it was still very uncomfortable, and he would probably vomit blood.
Moreover, Du Yan had the most dangerous trump card, the traceless qi path, which could kill in the air, making it even more difficult to guard against.
But he did not expect that Du Yan would court death to this extent.
Because he underestimated his enemy, he first blindfolded his eyes and tied his right arm, thus injuring his left arm, causing the power of bloodline to lose its effect.
Next, in order to protect his life, he had to desperately block Lan Ling's critical attacks, so much so that he was smashed into the ground.
Moreover, in his rage, he had wasted four of his precious Bloodline Power Critical Strikes.
In short, Du Yan had courted death and underestimated his enemy, turning a duel that should have been evenly matched into a one-sided crushing.
"Kill, kill, kill, kill …" The surrounding tens of thousands of people roared wildly.
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