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But such a battle would become extremely troublesome.

The shrill grinding sound burst out from the moment the two of them staggered, and the tall grass under their feet had been burned to ashes, and the flames kept spreading, burning through the valley, and the entire swampy land was also burned to dry up a little.

The valley was lit up by fire.

It is a road that is not too small and not too small, and this road is overgrown with tall grass, and the base of the road is a muddy swamp.

Under the light of the fire, the white shadow was even more dazzling, shining like an exploding supernova.

The gray shadow has disappeared, to be precise, the moment the gray shadow is pierced by the white shadow's sword, it has dissipated.

The white shadow moved like a ghost, it was silent, there was no murderous aura and no breath, like a clean rag, fluttering like the wind.

Actually, it's more like electric light.

The dazzling electric sparks were still very conspicuous in the light of the flames, and the arcs of electricity emitted by the impact of the two swords were swimming everywhere.

One person and one shadow have faced off against thousands of swords, but they have never decided the winner.

After a thousand swords, both sides don't even use skills anymore.

To be precise, the two sides of this duel are no longer obsessed with one move and one style, and in swordsmanship, skills are just constraints.

"It's like dancing."

Long didn't intervene, just watched this scene in amazement.

Although she had strength, she did not intervene to help Aisha.

After the strength reaches a certain level, the energy burst by the so-called joint forces is no longer a simple addition. If they cooperate properly, it is very possible for the two to exert five times their original strength, but if they do not cooperate properly, the two people are likely to hinder each other, and then the two people may not even be able to exert the strength of one person.

Once again, he blocked the opponent's fierce attack, and Aisha gradually lost feeling the presence of his arm.

Less than 30 minutes of battle, but she has exhausted her limit, all the skills have been used, doppelgangers, strengthening, or strange swordsmanship, or the blood-colored realm, or the Tilting Qiong Sword Dance that can cover the ten directions, all of them can't help the other party.

And this ghostly white shadow has never stopped, it has become more and more intense, the sword skills are full of skills, and there is no stagnation between one move and one style.

What's even more terrifying is not this, Ai Yixia also feels that this white shadow's swordsmanship is improving at a god-like speed in just 30 minutes, and it is still releasing the same skills as her in the initial duel, but now, it is the same as her, no longer confined to the limitations of skills, and swings the sword smoothly.

The White Shadow Vertical Sword, I don't know how many times it has made such a competition etiquette, it is very strange, very peculiar, but it looks even creepi.

"What's so scary about people?!"

An eerie voice emanated from around the white shadow.

"Shut up! Don't learn from me! ”

Ai Yixia felt endless boredom in her heart when she heard this voice, until now she didn't know what the white shadow was, but even the sword skills that were exactly the same as her, even the voice was exactly the same, which was a bit infiltrating.

Sure enough, the voice stopped appearing, and the white shadow seemed to understand what she meant.

The sound is gone, but the oncoming is a faster attack.

The sword struck her head, but she blocked it, and the sword sparked in her ear, and the extreme heat burned her skin almost instantly.

It feels like the sense of hearing is gone.

The White Shadow didn't seem to want to kill Aisha, and instead of continuing to attack, it raised its sword again and made a duel etiquette.

Not wanting to kill, it looks like it wants to torture her now.

"That's all you can do?!"

The voice, once again, emanated from the white shadows, with disdain, and a hint of mockery.

Don't you even learn the same tone, right?

It didn't continue to attack, it still put on that stance, and looked at each other for 50 seconds.

It had countless opportunities to attack during this time, but it seemed to be waiting for something.

Or why did it hesitate?

The fire, gone.

The fire mottled the earth, but the flames did not spread.

It's not that the fire isn't big enough, but if the original flames continue to burn, it will be enough to start a forest fire, and then the poisonous gas generated by the burning will spread throughout the valley and poison them all here.

The reason why the flames did not continue to spread was because they were all flowing in the same direction.

Like a bright red ocean, the wave-like fire surged backwards, and finally turned into clusters of flames, converging towards one place.

The end of the convergence is a little chill.

Hanmang is like a new star, with a terrifying momentum.

Layer upon layer of ripples around that little bit of coldness, undulating constantly.

It's sharp, so sharp that you can get a stab at a glance.

Soon, the sharp white rays were surrounded by bright red.

Flame-like red.

It's only been a month, and this trick has evolved so brilliantly.

A violent and fierce momentum swept from the sky, and the ashes all over the ground were swept away by the wind, and a fiery red ray and the white shadow's body were completely locked in.

Behind the flames was a gun.

The gun approached in a supersonic volley, aiming at the White Shadow, and it only took about half a second to penetrate its brain.

But the white shadow froze in place and did not dodge.

The white sword flicked, and in the next half second, the tip of the sword collided with the tip of the gun, and the tip of the sword slashed through the handle of the gun, finding the center of the gun body in the flames, and gently launching the force, which destroyed the balance of the gun's flight and deviated from the original aim.

The spear slashed, roaring with fire, rekindling the prairie.

This blow was crazy to the point of incomprehension, but the incomprehensible attack was defused in the simplest way.

Ai Yixia did not relax, she already knew who the person who released this blow was and she couldn't know it anymore, but he must have released this blow from a kilometer away.

Otherwise, this blow would not have been so weak to get here, weak enough to be so easily resolved.

After the white shadow defused this blow, it did not stop, and struck again, this time its men showed no mercy and went all out.

Murderous!

If the white shadow's aura was restrained and unaggressive before, then now, the bloody sky has exposed its murderous nature.

It was aware of the danger, and the man who was coming a kilometer away, if he joined forces with Aisha, it wouldn't have the slightest chance.

So it's going to kill Aisha while she's exhausted, and then fight the one that's coming.

So at least for now, it has a 50% chance of winning.

The ground beneath Aisha's feet suddenly squirmed, and the dry earth, which had been burned by the flames, became muddy.

She fell in.

Behind her, a gray shadow appeared.

"Aisha!"

Long shouted, and with her voice, the ground beneath Aixia's feet changed again, and her surroundings began to rise rapidly, dragging her out of the earth.

However, the soil layer broke in a white light.

The White Shadow continued to draw his sword.

The sword stabbed into Aisha's body.

In an instant, a devastating pain reached the brain, and the crimson blood splattered the white shadows, staining it horribly.

It wanted to swing again, severing her body.

But it can't do that.

For Aisha's hand had gripped the sword tightly, clenching its sword.

That hand was covered in blood.

Yinguang finally slashed out, cutting off its right hand, along with the white sword shape.

The hand was scattered..... It's like petals that fall to the ground, spread out.

The white shadow quickly retreated, and its hand quickly regrown, looking like an earthworm, and it felt a little disgusting after a few glances.

But it had no sword in its hand.

The white sword shape was violently pulled out of Aixia's body, and the sword was no longer pure white, but became bright red.

It's like a demon flower.

"Now you don't have a weapon."

Aisha endured the severe pain and looked at it coldly.

"Is that all you have to do?"