"So fast!"

The attack speed of those five sword shadows was shocked even by Du Zhong.

At such a close distance, it was obviously impossible to dodge the last sword shadow.

Therefore, when he saw the sword shadow shooting out, Du Zhong's figure flew out violently, and while flying back, he clenched his right fist, condensed silver energy, and directly smashed it with a punch.

"Bang!"

The two collided with each other, making a cacophony of-for-tat.

Seeing that Du Zhong was about to completely resist the sword shadow.

"Scatter!"

A cold drink spread from Zhou Ying'er's mouth in the distance.

As soon as the words fell.

The sword shadow suddenly collapsed, turning into dozens of sword gangs, directly staggering Du Zhong's fist and attacking again.

"Huh?"

Du Zhong was startled in his heart, and as soon as his footsteps moved, he immediately flashed and dodged.

A moment later.

All the sword gangs dissipated, and on Du Zhong's body, there were also seven or eight blood-soaked wounds, which were slowly repairing.

It seems that Du Zhong actually suffered some minor injuries.

Regardless of the injury.

At the moment when Jian Gang disappeared, Du Zhong immediately raised the silver emperor sword in his hand, which had retracted back to three feet in size, turned into a black shadow, and rushed towards Zhou Ying'er again.

And over there, Zhou Ying'er's wrist moved, and Jian Hua waved her sword, colliding with Du Zhong again.

Around the ring.

As the battle between the two entered the white-hot stage, the powerful energy energy, almost like a volcanic eruption, surged out from the two of them, wantonly and frantically swept around the ring.

That kind of energy.

The people who were going to stand around the ring and watch the battle were forced to retreat one after another.

The crisp sound of swords and the symphony of steel spread endlessly from the place where the two were fighting, and the offensive of the two became more and more crazy with the fake drama of the battle, which made people feel more and more staggering.

Looking at the two flickering and moving blurred figures in the field, the expressions of all the spectators couldn't help but become a little sluggish.

Especially the people of the Zhou family.

In the previous battle, they could clearly feel that Zhou Ying'er didn't use all his strength at all, but Du Zhong had been using all his strength, but he didn't defeat Zhou Ying'er at all, at that time they thought that Du Zhong had lost, and Zhou Ying'er, who had the Zhenyue Shangfang Sword, would inevitably surpass Du Zhong'er several times in strength.

They even heard from the clan that when Du Zhong fought Zhou Ying'er for the first time, he was beaten by Zhou Ying'er and bloodied, and he had no power to fight back, and he was simply a rabble who did not measure their own strength.

But this scene in front of them made them all understand, saying that Du Zhong is not self-sufficient, and that Du Zhong is a rabble, what a stupid rumor!

Being able to fight against the Holy Maiden of the Zhou family who is holding the divine sword for so long, there is still no defeat at all, and even Zhou Ying'er is injured, in this case, even if they think about it with their butts, they can know that the ordinary-looking young man in front of them is definitely not a fuel-efficient lamp!

In the field.

The figure that flashed and handed over the wrong hand finally retreated with one touch after countless crazy collisions.

"Bang!"

With the sound of energy explosion, on the wide ring, the two figures each retreated from a distance of dozens of meters.

In the blink of an eye.

The two retreated to the edge of the ring, staring at each other from a distance of 100 meters.

The footsteps settled, and the figures of the two finally appeared clearly under everyone's gaze, looking at the current appearance of the two, everyone couldn't help but tremble.

Saw.

Du Zhong's shirt had already been shattered, and the upper half of the body, where the muscles were evenly lined, there were criss-crossing wounds, and under the deep wounds, red blood gushed out, and the blood almost occupied half of the skin of his upper body.

Obviously, in the crazy hand-to-hand battle just now, Du Zhong suffered Zhou Yinger's crazy counterattack.

On the other hand, Zhou Yinger.

Her holy white garment was also covered with blood, and on her left shoulder there was a clearly visible deep wound that almost tore flesh, and the blood was gushing out, and her entire arm was covered in blood.

The messy green silk was glued to his sweaty forehead, and his face was pale.

But the cold and proud chill on his body did not diminish in the slightest.

Look at the look.

In that fierce battle, the two of them actually fought for half a pound and eight taels.

"Whirring ......"

Rao is the identity of the saint daughter of his Zhou family, after a fierce battle, Zhou Ying'er couldn't help but gasp for a few moments, and then slowly raised her right hand in front of her, and the Zhenyue Shangfang sword in her hand was erected in front of her eyes, and the tip of the sword pointed to the sky.

"Huh?"

On the stone platform, the head of the Zhou family changed his expression, and opened his mouth to say, "What trick is she going to use?" ”

"At this point, both sides have fought to such an extent that it seems that this duel should be over."

The merchant owner stood up, looked at Du Zhong's eyes, faintly flashed a trace of brilliance, and said: "However, Zhou Ying'er, who can make the Zhou family the most talented in history, and who has also comprehended the sword intent of Zhenyue Shangfang's sword to the quadruple, is forced to this step, Mu Renfeng, an apprentice like a little madman, is really very strong." ”

"Is it finally time to play your hole cards?"

The head of the Xia family also stood up, his eyes wandering back and forth on Du Zhong and Zhou Ying'er, and muttered, "Zhou Ying'er has comprehended the fourfold sword intent. Eucommia ulmoides ...... What about you? ”

Around the ring.

Everyone's eyes shifted back and forth between the two of them.

Looking at the embarrassed appearance of the two of them, although these people did not participate in the battle, they also felt that their mouths were dry, and that level of confrontation was too strong.

In the ring, a cool breeze blows by.

"I'm tired!"

Standing on the edge of the ring, Zhou Ying'er looked at the long sword erected in front of her, opened her mouth and said, "It's over." ”

"That's exactly what I mean."

Eucommia responded indifferently.

However, just as Du Zhong's words fell.

The woman in white standing on the edge of the ring, her body moved, slowly levitated, and finally stopped at a height of ten meters, and the long sword in her hand was lightly horizontal.

"Woo ......"

The wind is blowing.

The violent wind currents blew the clouds in the sea of clouds and surged as if they were boiling.

Standing in the wind, Zhou Yinger's white dress was blown by the wind, and the thin white sand, in the raging wind, was blown tightly against her body, and her graceful and proud figure was reflected in everyone's eyes, and she could see it at a glance.

In previous engagements.

Zhou Yinger became more and more aware that Du Zhong's strength was not below her.

Even, even if she forcibly integrated the Shadow Candle Strength into the sword qi of Zhenyue Shangfang's sword, she actually had nothing to do with Du Zhong's silver thunderbolt-like energy, and even was once cut off by the Emperor's Sword in Du Zhong's hand, cutting off the energy on her sword.

It made her feel very frightened.

She also knows that if she continues like this, she will inevitably lose in the end.

Whether it is for her own reputation or for the sake of the Zhou family, she must not be defeated.

Absolutely not!

Below, in the ring.

In Du Zhong's hand, the energy of the Emperor's Sword was still actively circulating.

"Smack!"

Pinch your right hand.

The Silver Emperor's sword suddenly collapsed, turning into a ball of silver electric snakes the size of a basketball, exuding a piercing glow that lingered on Du Zhong's fist.

"Sword Pill ......"

"Break out!"

A low murmur sounded softly from Eucommia's throat.

As the murmur spread.

As if he had been hit hard, Du Zhong couldn't help but tremble.

Body.

The sword pill, which was originally calm and suspended in the lower abdomen, suddenly spun rapidly, and in the middle of the rotation, one after another fine sword qi broke through the surface of the sword pill and extended out.

In the blink of an eye, a spinning spike ball was formed.

"Woo Woo ......"

Du Zhong could even clearly hear the sound of the air flow caused by the rotation of the sword pill in his body.

With the rotation of the sword pill.

A stream of silver thunder and lightning-like energy suddenly gushed out from the sword qi on the surface of the sword pill.

With the rotation of the sword pill, the silver energy also rotated rapidly, spiraling upward, like a giant dragon that had woken up suddenly, in the rapid rotation, covering every inch of the flesh and skin of Du Zhong's body.

Above the sky.

Zhou Ying'er looked coldly at Du Zhong below, the silver energy in the previous battle shocked her, but now she clearly felt that the silver energy on Du Zhong's fist was actually more intense, just like the roar of a fierce beast after breaking free from its cage.

On the stone platform.

The head of the Zhou family, who was frowning, stood up suddenly, stepped to the edge of the stone platform, and stared at Du Zhong with a pair of eyes.

For some reason, a trace of uneasiness rose faintly in his originally confident heart.

"Sword Intent!"

The merchant owner also stepped forward, staring at Du Zhong deadly, his brows furrowed directly into Sichuan characters, his expression was extremely complicated, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

"-for-tat!"

The face of the Xia family master also changed.

Even if the three of them are masters, they can't imagine that the duel between the two juniors can reach such a field, and that kind of terrifying confrontation seems to be no longer exclusive to their generation.

in the sky.

"If you can take my sword, I'll let you go."

Staring at Du Zhong, Zhou Ying'er put her palm down, and the Zhenyue Shangfang Sword that came out of her hand did not fall, but was quietly suspended in mid-air.

"Huh."

Move your right hand.

With the wave of his arm, the Zhenyue Shangfang Sword, which was suspended in mid-air, suddenly moved, and flew to Zhou Ying'er's side on its own, spinning rapidly, trembling, and vibrating.

"Zhenyue Shangfang, the fourth style, fight the eight directions!"

The indifferent words spread from Zhou Yinger's mouth.

The whole world seemed to have turned into a huge valley, and the words kept echoing.

The other side.

With the words of Zhou Ying'er echoing in her ears, Du Zhong's body also slowly soared, and the surface of her body, and even her feet, dragged silver razers.

Although it was energy, the thunder snake writhed and wandered like a living thing.

Ten meters.

Rising to a height of ten meters, Du Zhong's figure stopped instantly.

Head up.

A pair of eyes full of coldness stared indifferently at Zhou Ying'er, who was standing opposite.

If you look closely, even in those indifferent eyes, there are silver thunderbolts wandering.

Around the body, thunder and lightning spread.

In the blink of an eye, an area within a radius of 100 meters was enveloped in a minefield.

At the same time, Du Zhong also roared in his heart.

"Emperor One Sword Fifth Style, Thunder Death!"