The beating sword light.
Messy moon shadow.
Oncoming storm.
Waves of dust flying high.
Going left and right, the sword shines brightly.
Constantly switching between offense and defense.
The tatami creaked like it was crumbling.
The sword marks that filled the surrounding area were eroding and destroying everything.
Showing extraordinary power everywhere.
The man-eating demon spread his arms.
A dazzling silver light suddenly appeared in the sky.
The impact that shook the atmosphere poured down.
The sword pressure is approaching.
The angry-eyed King Kong quietly held the knife in front of him and unleashed an unparalleled offensive.
The impact and clanging resounded throughout the world!
The momentum, the light of the sword, and the murderous intent danced between the two of them!
Attack, defend, charge, collide, fight... On the splendid Qingshui Tower, filled with the vast moonlight between heaven and earth, people and knives kept running, jumping and flashing.
Downstairs, there were repeated creaking sounds of the beams being overwhelmed, and dust was falling.
The short roar, heavy breathing, dull footsteps, and friction of sharp blades make people clearly feel the fierce collision between two heroic lives.
This is no longer a situation where mortals can intervene.
This is a fight to the death between monsters!
Sometimes they rush towards each other, sometimes they separate; sometimes they run quickly, sometimes they stand still.
Sometimes they appear and disappear like the mist of dawn. This moment they are still facing each other in the distance, and the next moment they have disappeared into the darkness. When they are seen again, they are fighting together again; sometimes they are like The thunder in the sky is nothing if it does not roar, but when it does, it shakes the nine heavens!
This battle is no longer a one-sided "suppression and suppression", but a true "even match".
They were like two monsters, tirelessly circling, colliding, and fighting, baring their fangs and raising their sharp claws, biting and hitting each other, and the bright blood foam flying everywhere melted into the misty moonlight.
The fragility of life is clearly displayed at this moment.
Their physical strength and vitality were chipped away bit by bit by sharp blades.
Anyone can win.
Anyone can die.
In this ever-changing Shura battlefield, anything can happen.
Only the fight without hesitation remains unchanged.
Only the indomitable will remains unchanged!
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Qingdeng stepped forward, raised his upper right hand, and used Kasaya Slash to slash the Rakshasa's shoulder.
Rakshasa flew away - his leaping steps contained the starting posture of his next move.
But in the blink of an eye, he switched from hiding to attacking, pointing diagonally at Qingdeng's face with the Blue Eyes Formation, and then swept Qingdeng's chest horizontally with the force of a wind and the remaining clouds.
Between the lightning and flint, two magnificent purple lights flashed in the air.
clang!
clang!
Qingdeng's first sword defused Rakshasa's attack, and his second sword hit Rakshasa's neck hard.
The thunderous power and the fierce speed of the sword made opponents unable to help but marvel.
However, Rakshasa's defense speed was incredibly fast.
The Changyang Zhengzong in his palm instantly returned to him like teleportation, blocking Qingdeng's slashing attack with ease.
The attack he was quite confident about failed... Qingdeng was not discouraged and immediately launched a pursuit.
He twisted slightly, changed his posture, leaned sideways and stretched out his left shoulder, changed to the lower right posture, and then leaned forward to slash at Rakshasa with the soles of his feet sticking to the ground.
In the blink of an eye, Vairocana's blade was in front of the Rakshasa.
The Rakshasa calmly swung the knife in his palm from bottom to top, as powerful as breaking a bamboo.
Although Vairocana was shattered, Qingden's blow was too swift and violent, and the back of Rakshasa's left hand was still scratched, with blood dripping out.
As if he had been scalded by boiling water, Rakshasa jumped away and pulled out Jianhe - it only took a moment.
A moment later, the two were fighting hand-to-hand again.
The Rakshasa's back foot exerted all its strength, and with a bang, he suddenly straightened his waist and soared into the air like a sharp arrow shooting into the sky.
That elegant body full of explosive power drew a graceful arc in mid-air.
The knife held high above his head blocked the moonlight, casting a huge shadow on Qingdeng's body.
Facing the sword that seemed to be slashed down from the top of the mountain, Qingdeng lowered his body, raised his arms, and drew out the sword to meet the attack.
The two swords collided heavily, creating waves of air that ruffled the hair of both parties.
Qingdeng wanted to just knock Rakshasa away, but it backfired.
Even though he was in mid-air with no point of support under his feet, Rakshasa was not something that could be dealt with by such a level of skill.
His body only slightly swayed twice without leaving any trace, and then fell steadily back to the tatami.
The moment he landed, his body suddenly leaned forward.
What followed was a slashing attack towards Qingdeng. The trajectory of the knife approached Qingdeng's face in an arc.
Qingden dodged and stepped forward, slashing Rakshasa's chest with his sword.
But at this moment, in this flash of light, Rakshasa's figure suddenly disappeared from Qingden's sight - Rakshasa suddenly bent his knees, his back directly pressed against the tatami, and used inertia to brush the ground. , passing between Qingdeng's legs in a sliding shovel-like posture.
The moment the two figures overlapped, he gave a sudden drink, and the knife in his palm made a faint sound, and swept towards Qingdeng's lower body.
Just with the power of Rakshasa and the sharpness of Changyang Zhengzong, if this blow was serious, Qingdeng's legs would definitely be chopped off.
On the occasion of Jiuding's attack, Qingdeng showed incredibly quick reaction speed.
I saw Qingdeng's legs moving with him, his body following his heart, leaping up like an onion from dry land, and flying over the Rakshasa's head like a big bird.
However, although his legs were saved, Qingdeng's left calf was still scratched by the sword.
The hakama tube split, a 2-inch long crack slowly opened, and a blood line slowly emerged.
After falling back to the ground, Qingdeng kicked his left foot - it hurt, but it did not affect his movements.
This kind of wound that does not affect the movement but can actually feel the pain is just right for Qingdeng.
"Berserker +4", activate!
Suddenly, Qingdeng felt that the energy in his body was becoming more abundant.
As he became more and more excited, he changed his posture, raised the tip of the knife, and leaned forward like a flying swallow. The tip of the knife was pulled into an afterimage and hit the Rakshasa's body.
Rakshasa leaned back slightly to avoid the knife.
But at this moment, Qingdeng suddenly stretched out his left hand and grabbed Rakshasa's right wrist holding the knife - he wanted to use his grappling skills to control or directly remove Rakshasa's knife.
Seeing that Qingdeng's finger was about to hit the target, Rakshasa's movements were extremely flexible. He took half a step back in time, drew his arms and the knife in his palm to his chest, and accurately avoided Qingdeng's fingertips. outside.
Although he missed the mark, overall, Qingdeng's goal was achieved.
This move of his was not only the killing move that he had high hopes for, but also a false move that paved the way for subsequent moves!
Soon after, Qingdeng's tall body suddenly sank, kneeling on one knee and slashing the knife diagonally towards the Rakshasa's flank.
Rakshasa's pupils suddenly shrank.
In order to avoid Qingden's "iron claw attack" just now, his current body posture is very bad.
Such a posture... there is no time to dodge.
As a last resort, Rakshasa could only bite the bullet and use the Kasaya Slash, trying to suppress Qingdeng's sword.
The outcome of this confrontation has already been decided before it officially begins.
Because the defense was launched in a hurry, Rakshasa's posture was very unstable. His right knee was pushed forward and his lower body was stretched out, but his upper body was forgotten behind.
As a not-so-clear clang sounded, Vairocana's sword path shifted slightly and he moved against Changyang Zhengzong's blade and slashed towards 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 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 upwards, hitting Qingdeng'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 and Changyang Zhengzong - two swords, one purple and one red, collided heavily in mid-air.
The two swords were placed together, their waists were heavy, and they began to wrestle.
When the other party exerts some force, his own side also responds with force, refusing to give in to each other.
Just like that, it doesn't matter if they pull or push.
If you push and pull without composure, 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 together.
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", Qingdeng 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 struck out countless sparks.
When Night Breeze caught up with them, their positions had been reversed.
Qingdeng turned around quickly, but there was no Rakshasa 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 the knife diagonally, and slashed towards 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 and 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 away from the tip of Qingdeng's nose. Qingden could even clearly see the peak-shaped blade pattern of Changyang's authentic sect. Although the distance between the two was only a thin line, it was already a world apart.
Qingden 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 use 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, accumulated strength in his waist, and then released the accumulated energy in one breath, running towards Qingdeng.
He was obviously out of breath and covered in bruises, 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 struck a 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 really nothing compared to the previous injuries, he felt nothing.
In a fierce battlefield where you have to tense up your whole body 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 intense concentration.
It wasn't until his eyes felt sore and his lungs felt so painful that he reacted belatedly.
Rakshasa was in a similar situation. The number of times he forgot to blink and breathe was no less than Qingden.
Until now, neither Qingdeng nor Rakshasa can move as fast as they did at the beginning.
None of them had the strength to run.
Ever since, their battle has 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 some flesh and blood was shaved off.
A very monotonous offensive and defensive battle...but the intensity of the battle is still terrifying!
Two sword lights mixed with blood flickered. 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 "Strengthening Essence +1" and "Yuan Yang +1", is that he is still in active state. "Dragon of Reversal" in .
The innate effect of "Dragon of Reversal" has improved Qingdeng's body functions in all aspects, including cell vitality and tolerance to pain.
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 well, 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 had long exceeded the limit of "Berserker +4".
No matter how many or serious injuries he suffers now, he will no longer receive a combat power bonus. It will only make him weaker and more tired...
Just when this "fighting" that didn't know when it would end continued for an unknown amount of time——
"Huh...huh...huh...huh...haaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah-!!"
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 strength?"
"No energy...?"
Qingdeng muttered.
"Who are you talking about?!"
He held his head high, flew forward, returned to where he was just now, and used the momentum of his forward motion to swing his knife upwards.
Phew!
This time it was Rakshasa who staggered back.
"I think you are the one who has lost all your strength, right?"
"Heh...you really dare to say that..."
Rakshasa spat out the blood foam in his mouth and strode forward.
Qingdeng followed Rakshasa's pace and moved forward.
The two of them swung their swords three more times.
For the first time, both sides' attacks failed.
The second time, their bodies were both splattered with blood.
The third time, as if being bounced away, Qingden and Rakshasa retreated at the same time, opening up the space.
"Huh...huh...huh...huh...uhhhh...! Huh...huh..."
"Haaah...haaa...haaa...haaah...gupu! Cough cough cough! Haa...ha..."
The two assumed similar postures - leaning on the ground with their knives to support their bodies.
"You... are really durable..."
When Rakshasa heard this, he grinned.
"Hmph...you don't have to give in too much...what do you think? Do you still have the strength to swing the sword?"
"That won't bother you."
Qingdeng raised his sword in response to Rakshasa.
"Very good...tonight is indeed a pleasant night...!"
With that said, Rakshasa took a deep breath, suppressed the pain, stood up, faced Qingdeng, and slowly changed his position.
When Qingdeng saw this, he immediately understood Rakshasa's intention.
He silently moved his steps sideways, and while keeping a certain distance from the other party, he walked towards the center of the room with Rakshasa.
On their west side is a lookout with hollowed-out walls to facilitate Rakshasa to enjoy the beautiful scenery.
The moonlight shines from the west without any hindrance, illuminating their faces.
The dark night, the sparse stars, and the crescent moon hanging high in the sky all become the background to set off the two swordsmen!
"Come on... let's fight it out!"
Rakshasa lowered his waist, and Changyang's authentic silver blade disappeared back into its sheath.
"bring it on!"
As Qingden spoke, he flipped his right wrist, held it upside down, and also sheathed Vairocana.
The knife tandem and the sheath mouth gently bumped together, making a crisp "click" sound.
The moment the two sides got into their Iai postures, the "power" escaped from them uncontrollably!
The two "powers" that collided again each occupied one end of the room, fighting each other!
This decisive battle has finally reached its final conclusion.
The time for the showdown between the man-eating evil ghost and the glaring King Kong has finally arrived!
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In order to highlight the intensity of the battle between Qingdeng and Rakshasa as much as possible, the author spent a lot of thought when writing today's chapter. For example: try to reduce detailed descriptions of battles and use words that are more abstract but can help readers figure it out, such as "The beating sword light. The messy moon shadow" at the beginning of this chapter.
Because I spent a lot of time thinking about it, the number of words in today’s chapter is slightly shorter.
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