Lingxu, Sword Coffin, Blind Swordsman

However, Li Guanqi could see that Ye Feng was gradually gaining the upper hand, beginning to relentlessly suppress Jiang Peng.

Ye Feng, since embarking on the path of cultivation, had experienced countless battles.

His experience in battlefield combat was no less seasoned than Li Guanqi's.

On a distant mountaintop, Yu Shaoshang, covered in scratches, sat bare-chested, drinking alone.

His disheveled appearance seemed pathetic, but it was all self-inflicted.

"I... won against you again, Nine Nether."

Roar!!!

A reluctant dragon's roar quietly echoed.

Yu Shaoshang's lips slightly curved upward as he tilted his head back to take a swig of wine, then looked down at Ye Feng and Jiang Peng's arena, muttering.

"He's really quite strong..."

Li Guanqi seemed to sense something, turning his head towards the mountain peak.

Yu Shaoshang was somewhat surprised, standing up and raising his wine pot, looking towards Li Guanqi from afar.

Li Guanqi smiled, watching the blurry figure slowly raise his cup.

On another battlefield, Zhu Ding's fingertip flashed with light, and an extravagantly designed giant bow appeared in his hand.

The crossed bull horn bow was entirely cyan, made from the horns of a third-order Cyanhide Magic Bull.

Crossed Six-String Bow...

Each pair of bull horns was connected by three bowstrings.

At the intersection of the bowstrings was a golden ring, used to embed the arrow's tail.

Xiang Huaizhi's eyes lit up, and he couldn't help but nod slightly.

"Not bad, this bow is really good."

Zhu Ding stared solemnly at Xiang Huaizhi and said in a deep voice.

"I won't use arrows..."

But Xiang Huaizhi directly refused.

"Don't!"

"Use your full strength."

"As for whether you can hurt me... that's unlikely."

Xiang Huaizhi wasn't exaggerating; if Zhu Ding could seriously injure him,

he wouldn't be able to hold his position as one of the Eight Generals for thousands of years.

Zhu Ding didn't refuse, instead taking out a brown leather quiver.

Ten huge and thick arrows appeared before everyone's eyes.

Ordinary arrows were only the thickness of a little finger, with slightly pointed arrowheads to easily pierce defensive magical armor.

But Zhu Ding's arrows...

were entirely black, the shafts as thick as two fingers, and the arrowheads were like fish bones or serrated barbs.

Zhu Ding hung the quiver on his back, holding the giant bow and said in a deep voice.

"I'm ready."

Xiang Huaizhi's gaze shifted from his arrows, he licked his lips, and holding his longbow, softly said.

"Then let's begin."

Dang!!

As the bell rang, Zhu Ding instantly nocked an arrow and drew the bow, no one knew when he did it!!

Sizzle sizzle!!

The robes on Zhu Ding's upper body were instantly torn apart!

His muscles bulged, his thick arms were tense, and veins popped out.

The arrow was nocked on the string, and the giant bull horn bow slowly bent, with ripples distorting the space around the bow.

Boom!!!

His right hand released, the bowstring vibrated, and the giant arrow instantly pierced through the void, blasting towards Xiang Huaizhi!!

Xiang Huaizhi had already sidestepped and sped away the moment Zhu Ding bent his bow and drew the string.

Crimson flame wings flapped, and his right hand condensed a celestial essence flame arrow.

Crack crack!!

The longbow bent like a full moon, and ripples appeared in the space as the bowstring vibrated.

As the bowstring was pulled, a series of crimson arrows instantly shot out.

One arrow, two arrows... seven arrows!!

A full seven flame arrows were needed to stop that one arrow.

However, in the next instant...

Boom!!

Zhu Ding's figure instantly disappeared from where he was.

Zhu Ding, in mid-air, continuously drew his bow and fired downwards.

Boom! Boom boom!!

Three arrows instantly pierced through the void, sealing Xiang Huaizhi's movement in front, behind, and to the sides, crashing down like lightning from the sky!!

Xiang Huaizhi's expression slightly changed, his eyes narrowed, and he paused slightly.

Standing still, Xiang Huaizhi's robes fluttered, his longbow pointed towards the sky, and his right hand turned into a series of afterimages!!

In an instant, hundreds of flame arrows shot out!!!

The power of each arrow was enough to pierce through the void.

But Zhu Ding's arrows were like dragons and snakes crossing the river!!

Clang clang clang!!

Bang bang! Bang bang bang!!

The flame arrows were shattered one after another.

Xiang Huaizhi stood in place, frantically drawing the bowstring!!

Boom boom boom!

A series of violent explosions rang out, and Xiang Huaizhi's figure disappeared from his original location amidst the flames.

And three deep pits, each ten zhang in size, appeared on the hard, giant arena!

Zhu Ding, in mid-air, reached out to grab his first arrow and turned to shoot!

Xiang Huaizhi's figure suddenly appeared a hundred zhang behind Zhu Ding.

A thick flame arrow was fully charged and ready to fire.

The muscles in Xiang Huaizhi's arm were trembling slightly, his posture like a full moon with a fully drawn bow.

The moment his right hand released, the bowstring tore through his finger flesh, exposing bare bone.

Bang!!

The bowstring made a muffled sound, and the arrow shattered the void, incinerating space as it shot out.

Boom!!!

The terrifying power of the arrow pierced through all the space along its path.

Zhu Ding's pupils suddenly contracted, and the arrow in his hand shot out as well.

Boom!!

The arrow transformed into a black stream of light and instantly shot out.

His right hand reached behind him, directly grabbing three arrows and nocking them on the bow.

Boom!!!

Xiang Huaizhi seemed to have anticipated this, and with a flash of his figure, the three giant arrows instantly pierced three huge holes in the defensive barrier.

The crimson arrow continued to shoot, and Xiang Huaizhi pushed his speed to the limit.

Zhu Ding's eyes grew brighter and brighter, and the speed at which he drew the bow increased.

Xiang Huaizhi was the same.

His right hand drew afterimages, with almost no pause.

The sky full of crimson arrows poured down on Zhu Ding like rain.

Zhu Ding didn't even have time to draw arrows from his back, and could only use celestial essence to condense arrows to counterattack.

Where had the other three sects' disciples ever seen such a scene?

What does it mean to be a one-man army?

This is it!!

The speed at which the two archers drew their bows was even faster than the speed at which swordsmen swung their swords.

Every arrow had the power to seriously injure a newly ascended True Immortal cultivator.

But arrows like these were being fired at a rate of dozens per breath!!!

Sizzle sizzle!!!

Xiang Huaizhi's cheek was grazed by an arrow, and a large piece of flesh was instantly scraped off.

Zhu Ding had many wounds on his body that had been scorched, but he was unaware of them.

At this moment, he only wanted to draw his bow and shoot arrows!

The dense rain of arrows seemed chaotic, but in reality, every arrow fired by the two was intercepted by the other's arrows.

The battle between the two could be said to have opened everyone's eyes.

The two, flashing and flying, either approached each other or increased the distance, but no matter how they changed, their attacks did not slacken in the slightest.

On another arena, the battle between Jiang Peng and Ye Feng had gradually reached its end from a fever pitch.

"Fierce Tiger's Roar - Mountain Split!!"

Roar!!!

A sound like a tiger's roar came, and a golden tiger phantom suddenly condensed behind Ye Feng, roaring and rushing towards Jiang Peng.

Jiang Peng raised his hand, drew his sword, and held it horizontally in front of him, and the sword light forced him back dozens of zhang, his feet sliding far along the ground.

Jiang Peng, with his hair loose from his broken coronet, had many hideous wounds all over his body.

He smiled bitterly, held his sword, stood up, clasped his fist, and bowed to Ye Feng.

"I lost."

"There's no point in continuing."

"Brother Ye, your experience is too rich, I... concede."

If they continued to fight, they would really have to fight to the death, but he knew clearly that he couldn't win against Ye Feng.

Even if the other party couldn't use the power of the Burial Sword, he was still lacking.

Ye Feng smiled, he also had many wounds on his body.

Jiang Peng was very strong, but in his opinion, he was still too young and inexperienced.

"Thank you for the concession."

Cheers erupted from below.

After several twists and turns, the battle on the other side was won by Xiang Huaizhi, as expected.

However, this battle was also very difficult for Xiang Huaizhi to win.

But this did not prevent all the onlookers from giving the warmest applause to the few.

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