Sorry, master, my junior sister has surrendered to the enemy!

This sword intent seemed to make people experience the cycle of the four seasons. The onlookers only felt a gentle feeling like a gentle breeze and drizzle coming towards them amid the alternation of cold and heat, but Wang Sheng on the stage felt completely different from everyone else.

This feeling is difficult to describe accurately. The heavy dull sensation is like a mountain rushing towards him, and the stabbing pain in his body is like being struck by thunder. It is a feeling that wants to crush him and tear him apart at the same time.

This is the sword intent of the four seasons.

In just a moment, exclamations from the audience were heard, and Wang Sheng moved forward rapidly with the sword intent that almost covered the center of the venue.

Among the people present, Chu Yu was probably the only one who knew how fast Wang Sheng was. It only took a moment for him to flash behind Zhang Liancheng.

But even so, Wang Sheng's moving figure could still be seen clearly, as if there was a 10,000-ton weight dragging his steps.

At this moment, Wang Sheng had a desperate momentum. The frosty aura formed a layer of protection in front of Wang Sheng, and the powerful force rolled up into visible whirlpools.

Chu Yu stared at the ring, his pupils slowly shrinking. He wondered if others noticed that there were spots of blood behind Wang Sheng.

Being injured is not noticeable when wearing red clothes, but the blood was almost gushing out of his body.

"madman."

Chu Yu sighed secretly. Yue Ling was stunned for a moment. After hearing what Chu Yu said, she saw the trail of blood behind Wang Sheng.

Without caring about being elegant, Yue Ling exclaimed: "So much blood!"

Everyone realized that Wang Sheng was injured. Veins on his forehead were bulging, and he continued to move forward despite the severe pain.

【be quick!】

This was the first thought in Wang Sheng’s mind.

【It must be accurate.】

The scarlet blood stained Wang Sheng's eyes, and Zhang Liancheng's green figure seemed to be covered with a layer of dark and gray color, and it was shaky and difficult to see clearly.

【He looks so ugly in this strange dark color. 】

Wang Sheng complained in his mind out of habit. If he could open his mouth now, he would definitely say something in front of Zhang Liancheng.

But the severe pain all over his body and excessive blood loss made it difficult for Wang Sheng to concentrate.

What else is there to remember?

What else had he reminded himself before coming here? What should he remember no matter how unconscious he became?

Oh, I remembered it.

【Be more ruthless than him.】

There were already bloodstains on Wang Sheng's face. He was going forward completely against the sword intent. Since it was unstoppable, he would just face the challenge.

"I...will definitely...kill you..."

He mumbled something to encourage himself.

The pace is getting slower and slower.

The distance between him and Zhang Liancheng was not far, but it felt as if there was a mountain between them.

A disciple from Xuanxia Mountain couldn't stand it anymore and quickly came up to ask Chu Yu: "Chu Yu, will Wang Sheng be in trouble?"

Chu Yu stared at the ring and replied, "Something has happened to him."

The disciple was shocked and said quickly: "Why don't we make them stop!"

Chu Yu shook his head and said, "He fought so hard just for this moment. Interrupting him at this moment might be more painful than killing him."

The disciples could only worry, what should they do?

Then I heard Chu Yu explain: "He is pushing himself to his limits and stimulating his potential."

Not only the disciples of Xuanxia Mountain, but others also listened attentively:

"He can force Zhang Liancheng to unleash stronger sword power time and time again, so why can't he force himself to do the same?"

"The frost corroding the Dantian was Zhang Liancheng's desperate situation, and the stimulation of a Zhang Liancheng with a stronger sword intent was the desperate situation Wang Sheng gave himself."

As soon as he finished speaking, everyone saw Wang Sheng move forward another step.

Now both of them are in a desperate situation, just like two people on opposite sides fighting for a single-plank bridge.

【When two men meet on a narrow road, the brave one wins. 】

Wang Sheng thought so and took another step forward.

He looked at Zhang Liancheng, whose face was already pale, with slurred words, and took another step forward against the sword intent, trying hard to speak clearly: "You...can't stop...me."

A starlight seemed to flash in Zhang Liancheng's eyes again. He raised his stiff wrist and forced down the fishy sweetness in his throat. He felt very hot now.

Have I become hypothermic to the point of hallucination?

Even the body of a Spirit King could be frozen like this, Xuanshuang is really abnormal.

Where is Wang Sheng?

Zhang Liancheng squinted his eyes and saw that although Wang Sheng was still moving forward, his situation was not much better than his own.

But suddenly, he keenly noticed that Wang Sheng suddenly exerted force with his ankle and wanted to rush over desperately.

He wanted to take advantage of the remaining power of the sword to attack.

And the fanaticism in Wang Sheng's eyes seemed to be telling himself.

If I don't strike him with the sword again, I will really be defeated by him.

Another sword.

Another sword!

In an instant, there was a sharp explosion in the air and Zhang Liancheng's sword let out a long and distant wail, setting off the atmosphere between the two at the moment.

This sword almost overturned the frost condensed on the ring and in the center of Xiaoyuquan, breaking all the defenses in front of Wang Sheng, and the mist, frost and snow spread out instantly.

The white mist was mixed with bloody red stains, which was enchanting and beautiful, and the scene suddenly became quiet.

How's it going on stage?

has it ended?

Who's winning?

Or maybe instead of asking who won, one should ask, are the two people on the stage still alive?

If I remember correctly, this was a friendly exchange, right?

So, are you two still alive?

The mist mixed with frost, snow and blood finally dissipated, and everyone could see the situation on the stage clearly.

There were two figures standing on the stage.

Zhang Liancheng held the sword with one hand, his eyes tightly closed, his face turned pale, and the blood in his body seemed to have stopped flowing. The sword in his hand kept shaking, but Zhang Liancheng showed no reaction, his lips were pursed, as if he was suppressing something.

There was an ice sword on his neck. Wang Sheng came behind him at some point and placed the sword next to Zhang Liancheng's neck. From another angle, it looked like his throat was pierced. If it were a real fight, Zhang Liancheng would have been killed by Wang Sheng's sword.

Wang Sheng slowly put down his sword, only to see that Zhang Liancheng still did not react and remained in that position.

Wang Sheng said to him, "Does our relationship count as a life-and-death friendship?"

Hearing this, Zhang Liancheng, who had been motionless, suddenly nodded, and then he could no longer suppress the fishy sweetness in his throat and spat out a mouthful of blood.

Zhang Liancheng slowly opened his eyes and said weakly, "You almost made me spit out ice chips, damn..."

Wang Sheng wanted to laugh, but he didn't have the strength.

Then, everyone saw Zhang Liancheng fall down weakly with a thud on the ring.