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Xu Yichen also picked up a dagger, although he has practiced swordsmanship in the sword hall for many years, but as a soldier, the dagger is the weapon they rely on as the last barrier, his dagger fighting technique was first taught by Huang Shiren, but later, with his continuous deepening of the technical fighting technique, he integrated his own things on the original basis.

Xu Yichen and Huang Laoxie are both Chiguo's upper body, only wearing loose trousers, on some hot sand, a round of scorching sun appeared in the sky, the breeze rippled in the air, everything was so real.

The Witch Kings deprived the two of them of all their power after entering the game world through this strange space, and both Xu Yichen and Huang Laoxie maintained their peak status as human beings, so it was a fair fight, a duel blessed by the god of war.

Huang Laoxie arched his body like a cheetah, pulling against Xu Yichen's knife-wielding hand to the left, the reaction speed of the two people was the best, and this was done to compete for the opportunity to shoot in a few tenths of a second.

For a fighting weapon like a dagger, these tenths of a second are enough to tell the winner, not to mention that a combat master like Huang Laoxi, how could he not take advantage of the favorable factors on the battlefield?

At the moment of starting, Huang Laoxie kicked a large amount of sand from the ground with the instep of his foot and sprinkled it on Xu Yichen, and then covered it properly.

Xu Yichen was supported by one foot, and rotated three hundred and sixty degrees on the spot to dodge Huang Laoxi's attack by a millimeter, and the Demon Hunter's Pierut Sword Dance had penetrated deep into his bone marrow, which was completely a knee-jerk reaction.

As Huang Laoxi's proud protégé, Xu Yichen did not fall behind at all, kicking and splashing a large amount of sand and gravel in the process of spinning, sweeping all the areas directly in front of him after he turned around, and the height was exactly the position of Huang Laoxi's eyes in the combat posture.

It's just that when Xu Yichen finished turning around, Huang Shiren was no longer there, and there was no figure of him even in Xu Yichen's line of sight.

Xu Yichen rolled straight forward without hesitation, and his other hand also pinched a large handful of sand in his hand in the process, and Huang Shiren's figure followed in the direction behind Xu Yichen before like lightning, and followed with a flirtatious leg before Xu Yichen turned around.

Xu Yichen had to roll to the side again to dodge Huang Laoxie's attack, at this time he was already at a disadvantage, because Huang Laoxie would not give him another chance to get up, and that handful of sand was prepared for counterattack.

The moment Sand Gravel made his move, it inevitably disrupted Huang Laoxie's pursuit, unless he was willing to risk squinting, and for such two players with amazing strength, a short loss of vision was tantamount to failure.

"Well done, better than I thought." Huang Laoxie was not discouraged because he was pulled back by a game, he stood in place and watched Xu Yichen jump up from the ground, restoring the scene to the scene of the confrontation between the two powerhouses again: "I also because you have forgotten these basics, and you are addicted to the advantages brought by attributes and skills. ”

"You taught each other well." Xu Yichen cracked his mouth and smiled, he rarely represented the Sword Holding Pavilion in various competitions, just because there were too many restrictions in the martial arts competition.

In many matches, he can indeed use his sword momentum in a dignified manner after more than a dozen rounds, but how can he really knock down his opponent in the opening arena with a clean and neat leg.

The battle between Huang and Xu has only just begun, and for a player of their calibre, if they fail to decide the winner in the opening few rounds, then a relatively 'long' period of confrontation will follow, until one side's stamina starts to decline and the reaction speed starts to decrease.

And where Xu Yichen couldn't see it, the impact of this duel was far more than that.

As the favorite priest of the god of war, the reverend Richard, who is privately known as the illegitimate son of Campas, was pulled into a gladiatorial arena by the god of war he believed in in his sleep, and sat in his seat as a spectator, watching the unique duel in front of him.

"It was a fair, just battle, and both sides of the duel were stripped of all the extraordinary power they had." The voice of Campas, the god of war, echoed in Richard's ears, and he could hear the excited gasps of those around him, and he could hear the deafening cheers, as if he was shouting for the privilege of witnessing this duel.

Reverend Richard didn't know if the people around him were colleagues in the Temple of the God of War, but he was sure that this anomalous event was undoubtedly organized by the God of War himself.

"In the face of the surging chaos, we are all warriors who rise up to resist, whether mortal or gods, equally great." Reverend Richard listened quietly to the teachings of the god of war, even though what was revealed in his words had broken the doctrine that the church had maintained for so many years, so much so that the cheers in the gladiatorial arena were a little weaker.

"As the god of war, I am honored for everyone who is willing to fight with a sword in the spirit of perseverance, and I applaud everyone who resists the strong in order to protect the weak." Pastor Richard didn't know why, but suddenly felt a wave of panic, as if he was about to lose something, and couldn't help but burst into tears.

"Today, I am here to declare to all the believers of the God of War that it is not my blessing that has always supported you in your battle, but the persistence in your hearts, even without me, you are still a glorious warrior."

"Today, I want to be here to offer my last gift to every believer of the God of War."

"I want to tell you that the gods are not invincible and unkillable, whether they are good gods or evil gods, you, all human beings, have the right and the right to oppose them and kill them."

On the sand in the center of the gladiatorial arena, the battle between Xu Yichen and Huang Shiren had already entered a white-hot one, and the two sides continued to attack each other with the same agility, and then retreated a few meters away like a cheetah antelope in the next second.

Each time the daggers of the two sides collided violently, the fierce sparks between the blades and the blades were like meteors in the night, shining incomparably but for a short time.

Sweat trickles from every pore, reflecting the sun on the well-defined muscles of the two people, moistening the skin and taking away the heat generated by the strenuous exercise.

Xu Yichen and Huang Laoxie were both carefully controlling the rhythm of their breathing to prevent themselves from losing the opportunity because of excessive breathing.

Huang Laoxie left a wound on Xu Yichen's forehead, and he was waiting for the blood to flow through his eye socket again, blocking Xu Yichen's vision, while Xu Yichen kept wandering in the right direction, waiting for the next time Huang Laoxi's pace was chaotic.

He lost half of his foot in that Listener War, and decades later, Huang Laoxie had become accustomed to auxiliary prosthetics, which made him a little uncomfortable when moving in this direction.