Suddenly, Netherfire tensed up all over, and then his left shoulder slammed upwards.
Kaba.
The blood from the wound inflicted by the wooden wolf's fangs has stopped flowing.
Qin Huai raised an eyebrow.
I'm envious, but I don't have their methods.
However, he took out an emergency hemostatic agent from his pocket and injected it, and the wound stopped bleeding.
During this process, the ghost fire did not interfere.
As soon as Qin Huai threw away the empty syringe, Minghuo grinned maliciously: "Very interesting. Let's bet everything and see if it's you who dies, or me."
"Let's do it again!"
Their eyes met, conveying a sense of determination and fearlessness.
In fact, the two have a mutual respect and appreciation for each other.
The feeling of fighting against such evenly matched opponents, where you can hold back and fight to your heart's content, is extremely rare.
Unfortunately, the two sides are clearly opposed and are destined to be on different paths.
The more this was the case, the more Qin Huai wanted to kill Minghuo.
Otherwise, with such a terrifying enemy around, Lu Qingxue's life would not be guaranteed.
I will never have peace in this lifetime.
"kill!"
The two extremely powerful and skilled fighters charged at each other once again.
Charge forward relentlessly, go all in.
One is for their own beliefs, the other is for what they protect in their hearts.
At this moment, there is no longer any distinction between right and wrong.
The victor reigns supreme!
The sound of metal clanging could be heard continuously.
Hellfire's equipment is truly luxurious.
Gloves, knuckle dusters, alloy longsword.
They are armed to the teeth.
Moreover, they had the upper hand in terms of weapon length.
Qin Huai remained unfazed, giving Minghuo no chance to create space, and focused solely on close-quarters combat.
With just two incredibly sharp wooden wolf fangs, he was more than capable of fighting them.
Each collision between the wooden wolf fang and the alloy longsword unleashed a terrifying shockwave, causing both sides considerable discomfort.
The clanging and banging sounds were incessant, causing Xu Xin, who was a hundred meters away, unbearable ear pain and a feeling of nausea.
The battle between the two supreme beings, the killing intent intertwined, has long since transformed into a forbidden zone.
Anyone who dares to approach rashly will be caught in the crossfire.
The more they fight, the braver they become.
We will not rest until we die.
After exchanging over a hundred blows, Xu Xin could no longer keep up with their movements. All she could see were the figures of two female tigers, darting and leaping across the open lawn.
Like a ghost, like lightning.
The light from the clash of weapons was exceptionally dazzling.
As for the wind chasing further away, it was already too far to see.
He stared blankly, his mind a complete blank, with only the word "Holy shit" left.
The grassland was damaged.
Countless bits of soil and grass flew around in the air.
Suddenly, Minghuo lowered his body, splitting his legs into a half-squat position, and swung his longsword straight at Qin Huai's abdomen.
Qin Huai jumped up, his body flipping and twisting in the air to dodge the subsequent attacks from Netherfire.
Then Qin Huai used his head and feet, and his waist to spin like a top.
The two wooden wolf fangs, like drills, pierced towards the head of the Netherfire.
With one hand slapping the ground, Minghuo leaped into the air, performing a Thomas Flair, scattering a long needle as he raised his alloy longsword high. He then slammed his fist into the hilt, causing the longsword to gleam like a dragon, radiating golden light and carrying boundless killing intent, seemingly about to pierce through Qin Huai.
Another extremely piercing metallic clang rang out.
Qin Huai's eyes were bloodshot, and he looked like he had gone mad.
Facing the longsword thrust out by the Netherfire, he neither dodged nor evaded, as if he wanted to perish together with the Netherfire.
"Die!!"
Of course, Minghuo wouldn't fight Qin Huai head-on when he was full of momentum. He lightly touched the ground with his feet and slid away like an ancient knight-errant.
After dodging Qin Huai's attack, he leaped up, grabbed the missing longsword, and slashed down fiercely.
Just then, Qin Huai arrived in hot pursuit.
The two were less than a meter apart!
Their eyes met, both filled with savagery.
In the current situation, neither side can back down nor can the other advance.
Between retreating and advancing lies the choice between life and death.
clang!
The two wooden wolf fangs withstood the alloy longsword.
The Netherfire desperately suppressed itself, while Qin Huai desperately lifted himself up.
During the brief stalemate, Netherfire suddenly released one of his hands.
Then numerous fine needles were thrown out, each one gleaming with a cold light, covering the entire body of Qin Huai.
Qin Huai's face turned crazed; instead of retreating, he advanced, as if a demon god had descended.
Two wooden wolf fangs flew, only managing to deflect the fine needles aimed at vital points.
They completely ignored what happened in other places.
Puff puff puff...
Countless fine needles pierced his flesh, and it seemed as if blood flowers were bursting all over Qin Huai's body, with blood surging wildly, turning him into a blood-soaked figure.
This was something that Netherfire had not anticipated.
Minghuo's plan was to force Qin Huai to retreat and then regroup to fight again.
Qin Huai, however, has been working tirelessly!
Despite the countless needles piercing his body, Qin Huai seemed oblivious, not even flinching, and continued to approach the Netherfire, his speed increasing.
To use one's intentions to scheme against the unintentional.
This time, the Netherfire had no chance of escaping.
He barely managed to raise his hand to defend himself, trying to use his glove to block the sharpness of the wooden wolf's teeth.
It succeeded, and it failed.
The wooden wolf fang in Qin Huai's right hand was indeed blocked, but the wooden wolf fang in Qin Huai's left hand pierced into Ming Huo's chest with lightning speed.
Unfortunately, Qin Huai's left arm had already been pierced by the Netherfire Longsword, and the injury was serious, causing a loss of power and accuracy.
This attack was lucky for Netherfire; it narrowly missed the heart.
Time seemed to be frozen.
There was only a hand's width between Qin Huai and Ming Huo.
The two stood face to face, and could feel each other's heavy, muffled breathing.
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