As a not-so-clear clang sounded, Vairocana's blade was slightly deflected, and he moved against Changyang Zhengzong's blade and slashed towards the Rakshasa's right armpit.

Phew!

A small piece of bloody flesh flew out horizontally - but Rakshasa didn't even hum.

He raised his eyes and stared at Qingden in front of him, with strange enthusiasm flashing in his eyes. The corners of his mouth extended to both sides, and a faint laughter emerged from the cracked gap in the corners of his mouth.

Such an expression... looks like a clown laughing crazily.

In an instant, he launched a counterattack! Changyang Zhengzong suddenly swung his sword from bottom to top, hitting Qing Deng's left shoulder with an unstoppable force.

Qingdeng felt as if he had been hit by a very flexible leather whip that not only had many sharp spines but was also filled with salt water. The pain was excruciating.

With just a snap of his fingers, Changyang Zhengzong's blade flew towards Qingdeng again.

However, at the same time, a purple sword light also flashed in the air——

clang!

Vairocana, Chang Yang Zhengzong - Two swords, one purple and one red, collided heavily in mid-air.

The two men put their swords together, weighing heavily on their waists, and began to wrestle.

When the other party exerts some force, one's own side also responds with force, without giving in to each other.

Just like that, they can neither pull nor push.

If you can't keep your composure and forcefully push and pull, the impetuous person will definitely lose.

The two of them were just posing like this - looking at each other through the two knives that were close to each other.

Their tense confrontation made the air around them become heavy.

About 10 seconds later... uninformed people would definitely think that they had prepared their moves in advance. With the sound of "cang", Qingden and Rakshasa released their strength in the opposite direction in no particular order.

Qingdeng's knife and body slid to the east.

Rakshasa's knife and body slid to the west.

The two knives that slid past each other closely scratched out countless sparks.

When Night Breeze caught up with them, their positions had been reversed.

Qingdeng turned around quickly, but there was no Rakshasa figure in his field of vision.

At this moment, he suddenly felt a chill on the back of his neck.

In the darkness, the suffocating murderous aura is coming like a landslide!

The atmosphere began to vibrate, and a gust of cold wind blew from Qingdeng's back.

The moment he felt a slight movement in the air, Qingden instinctively knelt down on one knee, twisted his upper body, swung his knife diagonally, and slashed at Han Qing behind him - these actions happened almost at the same time.

Something like the shadow of a flying bird fell directly on Qingden's head.

Under the cover of night, only sparks were seen flying, and through the instantaneous firelight, Qingden saw the terrifyingly sharp blade, as well as Rakshasa's still grinning face.

According to the storyteller, this is probably the so-called "critical moment".

If Qingdeng hadn't blocked the blow with his knife, his brain would have exploded.

The Rakshasa's sword was less than half an inch from the tip of Qingdeng's nose. Qingden could even clearly see the peak-shaped blade pattern of Changyang's authentic sword. Although the distance between the two was only a thin line, it was already a world away.

Qingdeng used both arms to push away the knife that was pressing against his body.

The Rakshasa jumped back and flew back as lightly as a cat into the darkness that seemed to be soaked in ink.

He probably wanted to take advantage of the darkness to hide his figure. After all, darkness is good for movement.

But for Qingdeng, who has "night vision", his little tricks are of no use at all.

Qingdeng's eyes were like lightning, and he immediately locked the position of Rakshasa. He stepped hard on the ground with both feet, jumped into the air, and whizzed the knife in his palm straight towards the Rakshasa Tianling Cap.

The oncoming slash did not cause Rakshasa to panic. He leaned back calmly, but Qingden still felt that he had hit the opponent.

Rakshasa took advantage of the momentum of falling back and took two steps back in one breath. Then he immediately stopped and gathered strength in his waist. Then he released the accumulated strength in one breath and ran towards Qingdeng.

He was obviously out of breath and bruised all over his body, but the Rakshasa's sword still contained a power that could not be underestimated.

Qingdeng attacked head-on without showing any signs of weakness.

Phew!

Two blood arrows splattered out in no particular order.

Qingden struck the Rakshasa in the waist and abdomen.

But at the same time, Rakshasa's knife also scratched Qingdeng's chest.

Qingdeng first felt a chill in his chest - this was because his clothes were torn and the cold wind was pouring into his chest.

Immediately afterwards, severe pain centered on his chest and slowly spread throughout his body.

With no time to check the wound, Qingden adjusted his body posture and the direction of the blade, and dealt a finishing blow to the Rakshasa in front of him.

Rakshasa also adopted a similar behavior. He did not look at the slashed waist and abdomen. He also waved the knife in his palm as fast as possible and released new moves.

As if being sucked together, their figures overlapped again.

Rakshasa coughed up a large mouthful of blood - he was stabbed again in the waist and abdomen.

Qingdeng felt like he had been hit somewhere on his body, but because the pain this time was nothing compared to the previous injuries, he felt nothing.

Being in a fierce battlefield where you have to tense up all your nerves and make absolutely no mistakes, you don't even have time to blink or breathe, let alone check for wounds.

Since the duel began, Qingden had accidentally forgotten to blink and breathe many times due to his high concentration.

It wasn't until his eyes felt sore and his lungs felt so tight that he reacted belatedly.

Rakshasa was in a similar situation. He forgot to blink and took no less breaths than Qingden.

Until now, neither Qingdeng nor Rakshasa can move as fast as they did at the beginning.

They didn't have the strength to run anymore.

As a result, their fighting gradually turned into a stand-alone fight.

You cut me with a sword, and I will give you a sword in return.

Sometimes he successfully deflected the opponent's attacks, and sometimes his movements were half a beat too slow, and he was cut off some flesh and blood.

A very monotonous offensive and defensive battle...but the intensity of the battle is still terrifying!

The two sword lights mixed with blood flickered continuously. In comparison, the strong wind lingering around them seemed a bit slow.

More than 60% of the neat tatami that originally exuded a light fragrance was stained with blood.

Normally, with such a large amount of blood loss, even if he does not go into shock on the spot, he should lose the ability to move.

The main reason why Qingden can still fight with enough energy, in addition to the physical bonus brought by old talents such as "Strong Essence +1" and "Yuan Yang +1", is that it is still activated

"Dragon of Reversal" in .

The innate effect of "Dragon of Reversal" has improved Qingdeng's body functions in all aspects, including cell vitality and pain tolerance.

On the other hand, Rakshasa...compared to Qingdeng, the severity of his injuries and blood loss were completely worse than those of Qingdeng.

However, he could still stand upright, still smile, and still be able to make heavy chops that could easily split human flesh into two pieces.

From the outside, he seemed to be in better mental condition than Qingdeng, which really shocked Qingdeng.

The damage Qingden suffered has long exceeded the limit of "Berserker +4".

No matter how many or serious injuries he suffers now, he will not get any more combat power bonus. It will only make him weaker and more tired...

Just when this "fighting confrontation" that didn't know when it would end lasted for an unknown amount of time -

"Huh...huh...huh...huh...ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh"

Rakshasa suddenly shouted, and with this beast-like roar, he swiped the white blade in his hand towards where Qingden was standing.

Normally, this was just a simple blow that Qingden could dodge with his eyes closed - after such a arduous and bloody battle, even a strong Rakshasa would be exhausted and on the verge of reaching his limit.

However... unfortunately, Rakshasa is not the only one whose body is also on the verge of reaching its limit.

The moment he sensed a slight movement in the air, Qingdeng instinctively ducked sideways, but his tired feet slowed down...

Phew!

The blade struck Qingdeng's head diagonally across Qingdeng's upper body.

"Ahem...! Ahem...!"

Qingdeng coughed up a mouthful of turbid blood involuntarily and staggered back a few steps.

"Nioh, what's wrong?"

Rakshasa twitched the corners of his mouth and sneered "ha".

"Are you out of energy?"

"No energy...?"

Qingdeng muttered.
To be continued...