"How could I be afraid of you?" Ding Cuishan said calmly.
I feel unsure.
He had witnessed with his own eyes how powerful Qin Wushuang's martial arts were, and he was not sure of winning if he fought against him.
What's more, he was already at a disadvantage after being attacked by a sneak attack.
Ding Cuishan is afraid of losing.
Because he is the leader of the Southern Alliance, not little Karami, and losing would be a disgrace.
A lifetime of reputation was ruined in an instant.
The integrity in old age is lost.
It would be even more unreasonable to reject Qin Wushuang's request to fight.
With so many people watching, no matter what the reason, what will everyone think? I'm afraid they won't be able to say anything good. They will either say that they are cowardly and seeking fame, or that they are unworthy of the title and are unworthy of the position of leader.
Ding Cuishan had no other choice but to quickly get rid of Qin Wushuang in the next fight.
"Come on then." Qin Wushuang changed his posture and placed the long sword on his arm. The murderous aura was released and the atmosphere became extremely tense.
"Then I'd like to learn from your skills." Ding Cuishan violently tore off a sleeve and tied it around his injured abdomen.
He did not dare to be careless, nor would he underestimate it, and immediately shouted, "Kunming, throw the sword!"
"Yes, leader!" A disciple received the order and threw away the sword in his arms.
Ding Cuishan leaped up, caught it, and rushed towards Qin Wushuang.
This sword has some special features. It is one-third longer than an ordinary iron sword, and is much wider and thicker, so it is naturally much heavier.
When dancing, it feels like a heavy sword without an edge.
But its blade is very sharp.
Qin Wushuang fought with it, and the crisp sounds of ding-dang came one after another without interruption.
The two weapons collided, creating dazzling sparks.
"Hey, that's not right. When did Ding Cuishan's martial arts improve?"
"Did you see that?"
"I see, it's even more powerful than three years ago." Everyone had this feeling.
"He was at the peak of Grandmaster level before, but what about now?"
"The realm above is the Martial King realm."
"The Martial King level is divided into three levels: high, medium, and low. He should have broken through and reached the Martial King level."
"That's impossible. The Martial King is the realm that every warrior dreams of. How many Martial Kings does the Yunxiao Sect, the number one martial arts sect, have?"
"It's impossible."
"Is it so hard to admit someone's excellence?" an old man scoffed. "Are eyes used for breathing? Are you blind?"
"There is no need to doubt it. Ding Cuishan's martial arts skills are indeed that of a martial king. I knew it half a year ago." An old man in a Taoist robe pretended to be profound, closed his eyes, and looked like he was about to die.
Qin Wushuang felt tremendous pressure from Ding Cuishan. A one-level difference in level could really be fatal.
Especially for warriors with higher realms, a difference of one level can make a world of difference.
Qin Wushuang feels this way, and so does Ding Cuishan?
He thought he could kill Qin Wushuang quickly and make him die without a burial place within thirty moves.
After all, I am one level stronger than him.
But after fifty moves, he still couldn't win.
Instead, his wound became more serious and blood flowed to his feet.
We can't continue to be so negligent.
"Swords rise and clouds surge!" Ding Cuishan changed his moves and started to use his ultimate move.
"Heaven's wrath and bloodbath!" Qin Wushuang retaliated with his ultimate move.
“Bang, bang, bang!”
"The heavy sword has no edge!"
"Heaven's wrath destroys."
"The sword breaks the sky!"
"The sky roars with wrath!"
"Sword flying spiritual martial arts!"
"Sky Wrath Battle!"
The true energy collided, the ground shook, and the power was astonishing.
The people around hurriedly retreated to avoid being hurt, and they retreated for hundreds of meters before giving up.
Even so, I still feel palpitations and uneasy.
Qin Wushuang used four moves in total.
That's not all he has.
Since reaching the peak of Grandmaster, Qin Wushuang can perform at least the sixth of the Nine Styles of Heaven's Wrath.
When the ultimate move was activated, the two men were not injured and continued to fight.
"The situation is tense!"
"Heaven's wrath devours the clouds!"
"The sword holds the world!"
"The wrath of heaven splits the mountain!"
The last two streams of true energy were even more powerful than the previous ones combined, and they seemed to be able to sweep away thousands of troops.
There were constant explosions, and the surrounding area within hundreds of meters was under heavy bombardment.
Many trees fell, stones turned into debris, dust flew, and strong winds blew.
A figure was blown away.
"Wow!" Qin Wushuang fell to the ground and spat out a mouthful of blood.
Looking at Ding Cuishan again, he was half-kneeling on the ground. Although he was standing still and did not fly out, his face was paler and uglier than Qin Wushuang's.
"You are so despicable!" Ding Cuishan said with difficulty.
"War is a game of deception!" Qin Wushuang stood up unsteadily, the wind blowing his hair in front of his forehead, looking handsome and heroic.
"I...will not let you go...even if I become a ghost." After Ding Cuishan finished speaking, his body fell to the ground and his life faded away quickly.
Dead?
Is Ding Cuishan dead?
It feels like a dream.
Ding Cuishan is one level higher than Qin Wushuang. Even if he loses too much blood, it is impossible for Qin Wushuang to defeat him.
In the last big move, Ding Cuishan clearly won and had the absolute upper hand.
How come it's gone in the blink of an eye?
What went wrong?
No, Ding Cuishan said that Qin Wushuang was despicable. Did he use some shameful tricks?
That’s right!
Qin Wushuang really cheated, and his last move was to shoot a silver needle.
The silver needle was wrapped in powerful true energy and passed through the explosion area and went straight to Ding Cuishan's heart.
Finally succeeded.
"Huh..." Qin Wushuang breathed a sigh of relief, his spirit much weaker than before. "Anyone else? Is there anyone else from the Southern Alliance willing to come up and fight?"
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