Baili Han glanced at Ling Chuxi and the two, and gave a look. also drew out the long sword, the sword body was still simple and could not be, but it gave people a feeling of solemnity like a mountain.

"This time, let me show you my true strength!" Duan Qingqiu sneered, and the long sword slashed towards Baili Han.

Hearing this, Ling Chuxi's heart sank, the last time they fought, the strength shown by Duan Qingqiu had already shocked them. But it didn't use all its strength. What is his real strength?

Just thinking like this in his heart, there was a clinking sound in the ring, and the two were already fighting together.

The battle spirit in the ring was rampant, and the figures moving at high speed were faintly visible.

Ling Chuxi's expression was solemn, just like the last time the two fought, initially, Baili Han did not fall behind, but as time went by, Duan Qingqiu's battle spirit became stronger and stronger, and Bai Lihan's situation gradually became dangerous.

The two figures on the stage were divided, and in the muffled sound, Baili Han's natural sword was unexpectedly swept away by Duan Qingqiu's sword, and then, Duan Qingqiu's palm slashed Bai Lihan's chest.

Baili Han took a few steps back, his chest rising and falling violently, obviously suffering internal injuries.

Duan Qingqiu's battle spirit is strange, but what is the reason?

Ling Chuxi's brows were already furrowed, Baili Han's flawless swordsmanship she had personally taught, if it weren't for the extraordinaryness of her Falling Dust Sword and condensing her battle qi to a point, she wouldn't be able to break through Baili Han's defense, but today, that sword that was as heavy as a mountain was actually swept away by Duan Qingqiu's sword, is his strength really so strong?

"Your strength, but that's all!" Without waiting for Baili Han to adjust, Duan Qingqiu attacked again, but in just a moment's effort, the battle qi seemed to be much weaker than just now.

Baili Han glanced at Ling Chuxi, seeing the surprise in her eyes, she knew that she didn't see the strangeness in Duan Qingqiu's battle qi, gritted her teeth, and swung her sword again to meet her.

The two fought fiercely together, the two swords intersected, Duan Qingqiu's battle spirit became strong again, and it didn't take long for Baili Han's long sword to swing, and Duan Qingqiu kicked him in the chest again, and the whole person fell to the ground heavily, spurting out a mouthful of blood.

"Stop!" Ling Chuxi's heart was anxious, and he shouted loudly.

Duan Qingqiu didn't seem to hear it, and slashed at Baili Han's thigh with a sword, obviously wanting to completely abolish Baili Han, for a martial artist, if his hands and feet were abolished, it would be even more painful than killing him. Duan's light hatred was so vicious!

Seeing the fierceness of this sword, there was an exclamation in the stands. The audience from the Southern Xia Kingdom almost didn't dare to look any further, and their hearts were all raised to their throats.

Baili Han's eyes flashed with a gleam, and he took a strong breath, and the long sword turned over to the ground a little, flashing to the side like lightning. Although his movements were fast, he was still not faster than Duan Qingqiu's ruthless sword, and a long blood hole was drawn on his thigh, and a blood line flowed down, ticking to the ground, and soon a pool of blood gathered on the ground.

"Baili, admit defeat." Ling Chuxi said anxiously to Baili Han.

Baili turned his head and glanced at Ling Chuxi and shook his head. In his eyes, Ling Chuxi only saw the indomitable firmness and perseverance.

"We throw in the towel, we throw in the towel." The envoys of the Southern Xia Kingdom had already shouted. Baili Han is like this, and he continues to play, and it is nothing if he loses the game. But Baili Han is the future pillar of the Southern Xia Kingdom, how can something happen here?