In the ring, Qin Yi and Tianhun were confronting each other. Tianhun's eyes showed a cat-like vigilant look, and the soles of his feet were raised like feathers, and then lowered, moving cautiously, finding a suitable angle to face Qin Yi. He looked at Qin Yi and suddenly asked in a loud voice:

"Qin Yi. I see that although you have won the first few times, you have only relied on your strange poison, and have not shown your skills and body. Why not moves? As an acquired martial artist, you can't know some tactics, right? Do you think it's unnecessary, or do you look down on me? ”

He was trying to force Qin Yi to fight him head-on. Qin Yi was not a fool, on the contrary, he was as cunning as a fox, so he only responded with silence. Seeing that the radical method failed, Tianhun drew his sword in desperation, and the frost-like sword light swept towards Qin Yi.

Qin Yi made an unexpected move at this time. He also stepped towards Tianhun, and the long dagger in his hand that was black and ordinary like coal swung towards the long sword in Tianhun's hand. Did the radical method succeed? Tianhun's eyes showed joy.

He added a few more force to the longsword in his hand, making it as fast as an arrow off the string. The long sword slashed through a bay of crescent moon, and the silver-white light suddenly appeared, slashing towards Qin Yi with an arc. Since Qin Yi dared to attack, Tianhun dared to let him retreat with injuries.

Qin Yi didn't seem to notice it, and he was stunned and attacked the sword in Tianhun's hand. The long black dagger was picked out from the bottom to the top, leaving a dark trace, colliding with the sword in Tianhun's hand, making a clang.

Tianhun's sword was white and cold, like an arrogant peacock, and the contrast was strong with the ordinary long dagger in Qin Yi's hand, which happened to be white and black. The long dagger and the long sword clashed, and sparks fell, like day and night blending, and dawn bloomed at this moment.

Although Tian Hun is not good at strength, the gap between the innate martial artist and the acquired martial artist still makes him form a crushing trend. This sword directly caused the long dagger in Qin Yi's hand to swing open, causing his wrist to bend and open the door at the same time.

Tianhun eyes lit up, and he naturally wouldn't let go of such a good opportunity. The hand that did not hold the sword shot out like a cannonball, aiming directly at Qin Yi's chest. Qin Yi also found that it was not good, and his other hand hurriedly remedied, and hurriedly blocked the front of Tianhun fist with his palm.

"It's late!" A trace of ruthlessness flashed in Tianhun's eyes, and the strength of his fist increased by a few points, making its speed like a roc soaring into the sky. The air tore into the ears of the two of them with an airburst sound, and there was a roar, and then Tianhun punched Qin Yi's palm.

Qin Yi's palm emitted a sharp pain to the bone, and the force of his fist swung like ripples, and the wind brought up wrinkled the robes of the two of them at the same time. One of his finger bones snapped, but the blow was much more than that.

Innate martial artists have long been able to fight cattle across the mountains. Most of the force passed through Qin Yi's palm, becoming a white wave of qi visible to the naked eye and hitting his chest. Waves of qi stirred up his robes, converging into a little bang and slamming into his flesh.

A deep fist mark appeared on his robes, as clear as if embedded in the dirt. The force pierced into Qin Yi's body like a poisonous snake, through his internal organs, and then turned into a silver-white wave of qi again and pierced through his back.

Qin Yi snorted, feeling a twisted pain in his body. With a whoop, he spat out a mouthful of blood, as bright red as cinnabar. Thanks to the tempered body of the acquired martial artist, he was not seriously injured, but he was by no means uncomfortable.

But Qin Yi was by no means a person who could be caught with his hands, he endured the tearing pain and shook his hand, grabbed Tianhun's hand like a pliers holding a wooden nail, and then held the dagger's hand and flicked it upwards - and at this time, Tianhun had no chance to change his moves.

Suddenly, a short but deep bloody wound appeared in Tianhun's chest, like cutting open a red fruit, and the juice flowed out. Tianhun changed his face, stunned but not flustered. He smiled through everything:

"I know you've done everything to cut a hole in me, and your dagger is covered in toxin! Don't deny it, I've watched your previous battles, and everyone has been wounded! ”

"But that's the end of your plan." Tianhun wanted to see the panic on Qin Yi's face, but he only saw his deep pool-like face, and he was a little disappointed. Tianhun took out a porcelain bottle from his bosom and poured the powder into the wound, "This is the best antidote powder, your poison will melt in it." ”

Retracting the porcelain vase, Tianhun showed an abyssal smile: "Since your little trick has failed, then, it's time to end this competition - the champion can only be me!" He held his sword and pressed the soles of his feet on the earth, as if he wanted to step out of a hole.

Then he slammed forward, and the sound of air exploded again, and the wind blew the robe violently. Tianhun swung a terrifying sword. Silver-white sword light swept through the air like thunder and lightning, bringing a piercing sound that tore through the air.

Qin Yi quickly retreated, his pupils reflecting a sword light like a silver-white long snake. It has the power to break through thousands of armies, and it seems to pierce through all the invisible people in front of it, causing them to explode like dust. And now, there is only Qin Yi in front of it.

The air hissed overwhelmingly, and the sword light amplified and magnified in the pupils of his eyes. At first, it was a sword tip that shone with a cold light and was as sharp as a needle, then a sword body that was as sharp as clay, and finally even the blunt hilt of a hundred refinements appeared in his pupils.

This trick must not be realized! Just looking at the thunderous speed and the incomparably sharp sword body, Qin Yi had no doubt that this move would be able to cut him in half like a tofu. His pupils narrowed suddenly, and his spirit condensed into a little—

He's really getting serious! Facing the blade of the sword, he swung the withered dagger in his hand forward. Qin Yi's choice of striking point was very clever, not the blade of the long sword, but the side of the sword, which not only avoided its edge, but also provided space for his dodge movements.

After all, he is not a martial artist who is good at frontal combat, and his style is as poisonous as a snake. The next second, there was a thud, followed by a shrill squeak, like tearing a piece of straw paper. Qin Yi considered the landing point of this move, but he didn't expect it to be so fast.

The long sword of the snow swung the dagger away, but the residual strength remained. In the midst of lightning and fire, the blade of the sword tore through Qin Yi's deep clothes, pierced his skin, and sliced through his flesh. A horrible red wound appeared on his arm.

"It fucking hurts." Even if he is as tough as Qin Yi, he can't help but burst into a foul mouth at this moment. But he escaped after all, and Qin Yi firmly believed that what awaited him was the final victory.

His fingers moved.

Tianhun on the other side suddenly felt cold, and an extreme sense of uneasiness eroded his mind like a poisonous worm. Without hesitation, he swung his sword forward, as if against the air.