"Soldier to soldier, general to general, needle to wheat."

Someone in the barrage said a witticism, although it was not appropriate, but it was in line with the real situation.

The rose sword in Tang Yimo's hand and the wooden sword in Xu Xingchuan's hand were pointed, and the strong impact was generated at the junction of the sword and the sword, spreading unstoppably to all sides. As if the gravity suddenly doubled, the ground that had originally settled under the weight of Xu Xingchuan's sword momentum became a little shorter, and the cracked and broken floor became even more fine; According to common sense, the dust that should have been kicked up and spread by the air wave was also forced into the ground under the pull of gravity. The air around them was clearer than ever, but Arkham Knight and Jiang Chengliang, who were not affected by the frontal impact and were only affected by the aftermath, felt as if they were about to suffocate.

Not only that, but the power spilled out by the collision between the swords even vibrated in the air, producing ripples visible to the naked eye, and the sound formed was as deafening as Hong Zhong Dalu. The corners of Tang Yimo and Xu Xingchuan's clothes fluttered back, and the glass on the nearby windows was shaken off, shattering into pieces the size of soybeans and sesame seeds in the air.

Tang Yimo took two steps back, the rose sword in his hand let out a wail, and his originally steady arms couldn't help but tremble with the long sword. Tang Yimo wanted to make his arms stop shaking, but he felt that his arms didn't belong to him, and he didn't control them at all, so he had to unload the force of the long sword on the ground, and he felt that his fingertips to his shoulders were numb and sore. Although it was just a wooden sword cut from a baseball bat, it was actually a thousand pounds in Xu Xingchuan's hand, and he couldn't resist it in a hurry, and before he could exhale a breath, he was pressed back by the weight of Xu Xingchuan's sword, and he was stuck in his chest.

Xu Xingchuan knew his own family affairs, and he fought against Tang Yimo, but the result was that he stood in place, and Tang Yimo took a few steps back, it seemed that the other party had fallen behind and had a slight advantage, but in fact he was not comfortable.

For example, Xu Xingchuan's sword is a heavy cavalry on the battlefield, creating a suppressive breakthrough through the speed and momentum generated by the charge, breaking the enemy's formation, and hitting the enemy's morale, giving others the feeling that it is like a steel city wall pressing on them. Then, Tang Yimo's sword was a light cavalry, mainly high mobility and penetration, and a wisp of sword intent broke through Xu Xingchuan's defense and forced into his body, so that he had to separate a wisp of mental suppression.

Neck and neck!

But the first sword is just a temptation for both of them, just like in a boxing match, the boxer will not swing his fist as soon as he goes up, but it is a symbolic jab temptation, so as to measure the length of his arm or something, and the same is true for the confrontation just now, and they rely on the strength of their bodies, and they do not use the power of their respective cultivation systems, even if the destructive power is amazing, it is just a ruler for them.

In the next moment, the vitality in Tang Yimo's body circulated, not taking the eight veins of the strange meridians, but the five veins and seven chakras, with the blood flowing all over the body, and in an instant, the vitality was surging and the momentum was like a rainbow; The internal organs are agitated and friction under the stimulation of vitality, as if telling the vigorous frog chirping in spring, and like startling the thunder of insects and animals sleeping in winter. The primordial god awakened in the mud pill palace, hooked the vitality, and turned into mana, as if there was a hundred-zhang tall god standing behind Tang Yimo, with a ring on the back of his head, shining brightly.

Not to be outdone, Xu Xingchuan took the initiative to take a few steps back, as if a furnace was rising in his body, the flames emitting endless heat were burning, and the vigorous vitality was like the sun, which made people dare not look directly. Qi and blood are like mercury, rushing like dragons, flowing in the blood vessels, making the sound of a great river waves washing over the riverbank. The monstrous qi and blood were transformed into his own strength by Xu Xingchuan's legal decision, and the sword intent was like steel, and the edge was exposed.

The two of them poured their respective powers into the long sword in their hands at the same time, and the Rose Sword was already psychic, giving birth to a ray of light and a soft groan under the blessing of Tang Yimo's mana, not like the mournful roar just now, but the roar of a real dragon; The wooden sword in Xu Xingchuan's hand was blessed by the thousands of sword qi he emitted, and he had already won many divine blades, and accepted the injection of Xu Xingchuan's vitality, and the meridians carried by the wood itself when it grew were forcibly opened, although it was incomplete, but Xu Xingchuan's vitality circulated in it, making it seem to have spirituality.

Tang Yimo and Xu Xingchuan, who carried infinite might, rushed towards each other at the same time, but at the same time let go of the long sword in their hands, and they actually wanted to win or lose with their fists and feet - who said that those who are good at swordsmanship must be weaker than those who are fists and feet.

The two swords were released by their respective masters and did not fall to the ground, but hung in the air, flying up and down in the air like swimming dragons, and then drew an arc and flew in the direction that their respective masters had their backs to. The rose sword came to the side of the Arkham Knight, who was completely unable to hold back after being impacted, and the tip of the sword was picked up under him, and the Arkham Knight, who was more than 100 pounds, was picked up and flew off the ground. The Rose Sword then proceeded to the Arkham Knight, flattening its blade and catching it as it fell.

The Rose Sword, which was carrying the Arkham Knight, gave birth to several tentacle-like air currents, strapped it firmly on his body, and then flew out of a window with the Arkham Knight, leaving him with no idea what kind of Arkham Asylum would become.

Xu Xingchuan's wooden sword came to Jiang Chengliang, who was stunned, and separated several sword qi that condensed into substance, wrapped Jiang Chengliang, who was bleeding from his mouth and nose, turned it into a tornado, and also left the Arkham Asylum.

"Humph!" Xu Xingchuan snorted lightly from his nose, and forced out a wisp of sword qi that Tang Yimo had punched into his body with rolling qi and blood, and then expanded the sky with one palm, and the ground with one fist, and the fists and palms intersected, as if heaven and earth were obliterating living beings, evil gods harvested believers, blood rain fell from the sky, and all things screamed.

"Hah!" Tang Yimo took a short drink, used his own vitality to clear the gloomy breath, turned into a palm with one hand, and pushed forward. This palm is not simple, the vitality mana gathers in the palm, causing Tang Yimo's palm to beat like a heart, facing Xu Xingchuan's majestic killing machine with the rhythm of the beginning of life.

The two of them were staggered, and they took four or five steps to remove the strength of each other and themselves before stopping, and then turned around and changed their moves, and continued to kill each other.

Xu Xingchuan's hands are like a mountain, his body is like moving a mountain, his steps are extremely heavy, every step leaves a deep footprint on the ground that is extremely solid because of the heavy pressure, and even the lines on the soles of his shoes are extremely clear, but his speed is extremely fast, and his fist strength is like a cannonball of heavy artillery, unstoppable. Although it was only one person, it was like a thousand troops crossing the border, and they were all Baisheng divisions who had just experienced a bloody battle, and the rich and piercing killing intent condensed the water molecules in the air into hoarfrost, and then was evaporated by Xu Xingchuan's majestic qi and blood.

The color of blood faded from Tang Yimo's hands, making his palms as if carved from the finest white jade, and holding seals in both hands, like a palace made of white jade, suppressing the demons who dared to offend Tianwei.

Fists collided with fists, and strength collided with strength, making a thunderous but dull sound, and it was as vast as the collapse of the earth and the destruction of mountains. Many cracks suddenly appeared in the main building of the Arkham Asylum, which was affected, and a dilapidated building was on the verge of demolition in an instant.