"The first game was when we lost."

Although such a result is somewhat difficult to adjudicate, the leader of the Guardians directly admits defeat.

"But if you want to get that treasure, you still have to do it with me."

And in the face of this reasonable request, Zongtian could only nod solemnly.

However, before the battle begins, Zongtian still needs to determine the condition of Fenghua.

It can be regarded as a blessing in misfortune, Fenghua, who was hit hard, only broke his forearm, and such an injury can obviously last until the end of the next battle.

Confirming such a thing, Zongtian was about to go to the battlefield, but Fenghua suddenly grabbed him, and the somewhat broken short knife was also stuffed into Zongtian's hand.

"It's always good to be a little more prepared."

Hearing such words, Zongtian also accepted the other party's kindness.

Zongtian, who walked on the battlefield, naturally did not use the short knife directly, and his own double blades were still in the scabbard behind his back, but he had the pair of fist gloves in his hands that were covered by Luhua.

"Please advise."

As the guardian of the leader, he still looks elegant, but Zongtian naturally doesn't think that he can also see this from the other party's axe.

Following the other party's example, after bowing slightly, Zongtian put the pair of fist gloves in front of his eyes, but he looked defensive, but he didn't get the response he deserved.

Like a calm hunter, the Guardian didn't make any superfluous moves, he just quietly searched for a flaw in the sky, and the stalemate continued at the beginning of the battle.

The other party's waiting for the opportunity forced Zongtian to be in a state of mental tension all the time, and as time went by, the pair of exaggerated fists also made Zongtian's hands feel a little sour.

Although he knew that such a stalemate would only make him more and more disadvantaged, Zongtian did not dare to act blindly.

Although the pair of gloves came from his hands, the unfamiliar weapons obviously did not make up for it because of this.

It's just that although this is the case, for Zongtian, who is already a little abrupt, it seems that he has to take action.

When Zongtian made up his mind, his attention also returned to the battlefield, but such a distraction had clearly exposed his flaws, and the guardian was no longer in his original position.

In the face of the oncoming giant axe, Zongtian only raised his arm slightly, and the two weapons collided violently.

The loud sound of metal colliding was like a thunderstorm in a rainstorm, and although it was protected by fist gloves, Zongtian's two hands lost consciousness in an instant.

Such a sudden blow did not make Zongtian retreat, on the contrary, after resisting the huge force, he even took the initiative to move forward, but it was obviously too reluctant to hit people with unconscious fists.

The Guardian easily dodged the attack from the sky, and then it also retreated, and the two of them reverted to a stalemate again.

In this first collision, Zongtian undoubtedly suffered a loss, but fortunately, that blow did not hurt him in any way.

Quietly moved the numb hands in the fist gloves, and Zongtian, who had some understanding of the enemy, could be regarded as stabilizing his mind a little.

Because of this environment lacking soul energy, Zongtian has always maintained a heart of awe after entering the Forest of Death, and in the face of such a special enemy, that emotion has grown.

Although such caution did save him from some trouble before, for such a battle, fear only restrained his hands and feet.

It was a fair fight, and the Guardians were seen in their ways, so maybe it was time for him to give it a go.

His foot kicked the ground, and he lunged forward with an arrow in the sky, and his right hand punched the guardian in the chest.

In the face of this sudden increase in speed, the guardian also looked a little unable to dodge, as if it had completely reversed its position, and it just raised its giant axe, intending to resist that attack.

The loud bang shook the entire temple again, but at this time, it could only be described as deafening.

Zongtian obviously improved not only the speed, but also the fist gauntlet full of soul energy undoubtedly brought a thousand powers.

With just one punch, the heavy giant axe was actually sent flying out by a punch from the sky, and in the face of this opponent who seemed to suddenly open up, the guardian did not panic too much.

For the weapon that was wrapped in great power, the guardian directly let go, and he was bare-handed, in fact, there was not much difference from Zongtian at this time.

The opponent has just made such a powerful punch, so at this time, there will be a big gap between the two strikes from Zongtian.

It was at this opportunity that the Guardian's fist went straight to the sky.

As with the ongoing confrontation just now, since there is no turning back, there is no possibility of stopping the fierce fighting.

Although the fist-to-fist battle did not hit the vital blow, the consumption in it was unimaginable to ordinary people.

Compared to Zongtian's fists full of sharp blades, the Guardian's fists were undoubtedly a little too friendly, but with the destruction of those metal arms, Zongtian's fists were obviously not much better, and what was even more deadly was that Zongtian's blood had flowed out of the fists.

Such a continuous fast attack, even the guardian made of machinery, is a little unbearable, and exhaustion makes the two choose the same move.

The heavy punches made by the two at the same time directly collided together, and the force of the fist collision also made the two fade away one after another.

"Hmm!"

A painful muffled snort came out of Zongtian's nose, and the fist gauntlet of his left hand was also thrown directly to the ground by him, and the hand hidden behind the fist glove was already a blur of flesh and blood.

Similar to Zongtian's situation, the same heavy left hand also caused the Guardian's left hand to lose most of its function.

"It's kind of miserable."

Even though he said that, the Guardian's tone didn't mean anything like that at all.

"Isn't it miserable?"

looked at his left hand, and the meaning of Zongtian was literal.

"Again?"

The only available hand of the Guardian, regained grip on the great axe,

"Wait a minute."

The advantage of no pain is fully reflected, and it is a little different from the state of the guardian, and at this time, Zongtian is still trying to adapt to his physical condition.

It's just that the guardian who heard such words really waited.

Zongtian didn't seem to have thought that the other party would sneak up on him at this time, and after throwing off those words, he threw away the fist gloves in his right hand again, and the pair of short knives finally appeared in his hands.

However, the injured left hand was obviously a little unable to grasp the knife tightly, and Zongtian's so-called waiting was mainly for this matter.

With some difficulty, he tore some strips of cloth from his clothes, and Zongtian directly wrapped his left hand with the black blade.