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Under the exhaustion of his mental strength, his temperament was already a little weak, and his spirit was already on the verge of its limit.

Once the mental exhaustion reaches the limit, even if the skill and body can still persist, the swordsmanship will lose the precision and speed of the past, and become dull and scattered.

It may not be a problem to deal with ordinary warriors, or even ordinary quasi-grandmasters.

But in front of an opponent like Chu Tianxing, any trace of disorder and slowness will be infinitely magnified by him, and eventually become an irreparable flaw.

The fighting talent of getting stronger when you meet the strong and improving before the battle has not failed in front of Chu Tianxing.

In the ten hours since the start of the battle, Hyoudou Shinbei feels that his sword skills have improved by at least [-]% compared to before the start of the battle.

However, Chu Tianxing seemed to be just like him, and his sword and saber skills were improving at a speed visible to the naked eye.His combined sword and sword skills seem to have gradually become perfect, with few flaws—at least, with Hyoudou Shinbei's cultivation base, there are not many flaws to be found.

What's even more frightening is that Chu Tianxing not only seems to have no consumption of skills and physical strength, but also seems to have no consumption of mental strength, as if he can always maintain the most perfect state.

No matter how anxious the situation was, even if he was temporarily forced into a disadvantage by Hingdou's powerful kill, Chu Tianxing's mood was always as calm as ice, without the slightest ups and downs.

Until now, his eyes were as calm as before, and there was even a stern yet elegant smile on his lips.

Every move and style is still wanton, but also strict and precise.

In every gesture, his body still exudes that sun-like scorching arrogance, and is still full of heart-wrenching masculine charm.

"This man...he won't be defeated!"

In a daze, Hyoudou Shinbei had such a thought in his mind.

But the dignity of the warrior, the tenacity that is also as continuous as water in the nature that is as weak as water, made him not just admit defeat.

Since the fierce battle continues, it will definitely lose due to the disadvantages of mental strength, so let's take advantage of the fact that we haven't reached the limit yet...

Let's do our best and give everything to explode!

Chu Jun, take my trick, Baqiya!

The continuous sound of gold and iron clashing stopped for a moment.

The two figures that were moving at high speed like phantoms also came to a sudden stagnation.

Immediately, an air wave erupted, and the air within a radius of tens of meters was distorted and blurred, and eight cyan flashes burst out at the same time.

clang……

The clash of gold and iron sounded like Hong Zhong Dalu.

This is the sound of eight metal and iron clashes, merged into one loud noise.

The ground sank and cracked, and eight huge cracks tens of meters long opened.

At the central point where the eight cracks converge, sediment rises into the sky like a fountain.

Above the sand fountain, there are two soaring figures.

The cyan flash turned into eight huge snake heads, pounced, bit, and strangled.

And an avalanche of sword lights flashed across the sky from time to time, intercepting the eight cyan snake heads.Every time there is a collision, there will be a shocking gold-iron strike.

puff!

The young martial artist, who had already been watching the battle with his heart and energy exhausted to the limit, opened his mouth to spurt blood foam.

There are also warriors who have blood oozing from the ear holes and nostrils unconsciously.

There were also young warriors who clenched their teeth and fell on their backs, actually passed out.

And the two figures in the sky are still rising.

The eight-headed giant snake made of cyan flashes is still biting and attacking, and the avalanche-like violent sword light is also constantly intercepting the snake's head, and occasionally there is a stunning sword light, like lightning tearing apart a rainy night Suddenly, amidst the rolling thunder, he tore a snake's head into pieces...

Clang clang clang clang clang...

I don't know how long the sound of gold and iron colliding was as dense as rain.

Those two figures, borrowing the shock force given to each other by the collision of swords, seemed to rush into the night sky at a height of more than [-] meters.

The great masters of the True Qi Realm who were watching the battle looked up at the sky nervously, flames several feet high had already evaporated from everyone's body, their skills were already at full capacity, and they were ready to intervene at any time.

And the young warriors watching the battle, those who didn't fainted, tried their best to raise their necks, stood on tiptoes, and looked at the two sky that were still rising in the night sky illuminated by blue flashes, avalanche sword lights, and thunder sword lights. figure.

at last.

After an exceptionally long metal-iron strike.

The phantom of the eight giant snakes completely collapsed.

Like a kite with a broken thread, a figure was thrown backwards and fell towards the ground.

The great masters of the True Qi Realm were just about to fly up and catch the figure that fell from the sky more than a hundred meters high. Another figure in the sky had already thrown down the sword with jagged gaps on the blade, A phantom in the shape of a dragon burst out.

Then he stomped heavily in the void with his feet covered with phantom dragon claws, and in the air, there was a roar like a sonic boom.

With the power of this step, the body shot out towards the falling figure, rushed to him in an instant, stretched out his arms, and caught it.

Immediately, a dragon-shaped phantom appeared under his feet again, and the golden dragon circled around his legs quickly like a pillar, setting off bursts of air waves, forming an upward buoyancy force, making the two of them fall relatively slowly, like Like riding a parachute, it slowly landed towards the ground.

"..."

Seeing Chu Tianxing slowly falling down with Hyoudou Xinbingwei in his arms, everyone couldn't help opening their mouths wide and staring round their eyes.

The Fusang young warriors even forgot their frustration.

They should have been very frustrated and discouraged by the defeat of Hyoudou-kun, whom they had high hopes for.The younger ones might even cry out loud.

But at this moment, everyone just raised their heads blankly, watching the figures of the two slowly descending.

The posture of Chu Tianxing hugging Hyoudou is a bit like a princess hugging haha.

Hyoudou...

He even buried his face in his chest, do you want to cooperate like this?

"Would Tianxing have that hobby?" Qin Ling asked Xue Ziwei in a low voice with a confused expression on her face.

"No. You and Tian Xing grew up together, don't you know him? He is a straight man of steel."

Xue Ziwei looked determined:

"And this posture was not done deliberately by Tian Xing. He just picked it up casually. I think Tian Xing's initial posture was to catch the Houtou and put it on his shoulders. Who would have thought that Hyoudeng would just go along with the flow and adjust it by himself?" After reaching this position, he put one hand around Tianxing's neck, and then buried his face in his chest...