At that moment, Rahman only felt as if his blood had coagulated, and the huge impact was like wave after wave, constantly lapping against his weak and helpless little sailboat.

Although he always thought that Feather Wind's strength was indeed not inferior to his own, and he also used his killer weapon to fight against it at the beginning of the battle, he did not expect that this "family heirloom knife" would be split in two after a second.

Yes, split in two, and when the red flash suddenly appeared and disappeared, the hilt in Rahman's hand suddenly felt much lighter, because more than half of the blade had been beautifully cut off......

Bite...... As the half of the blade fell into the ring not far away, the air in the entire "Pinnacle Arena" was terrifyingly silent, as if I saw a pig flying in the sky, and a person's head was still stepping on under the pig's trotters.

"How...... Possible. ”

After a few moments, Rahman spoke, his eyes full of disbelief.

The young demon hunter from the Western Desert even reached out and touched the blade of his sword, which was the only thing that could be truly confirmed that the sword left behind by his father was only a general fact.

What a fast hand! What a great technique! What a sword from the evil sect!

Less than five of the people present could barely see what had happened, and one of them, Cesar, frowned, and his face became unsightly.

Just as Rahman was the first to make a move, the young man drew his sword at a speed that was almost invisible to the naked eye, and slashed out with a beautiful horizontal slash, destroying the "family heirloom sword" in a flash of sword light.

What's the deal with this sharpness? That sword is unusually strong, much stronger than the other day.

At this time, only Wuming paid attention to the situation of the "ghosts and gods".

In his opinion, the reason why Yu Feng was able to successfully break the blade cleanly just now was not only because the latter's technique was indeed superb enough, but also because of the one-handed long sword with an increasingly bewitching color.

If one looked closely at the section of the knife in Rahman's hand, it would not be difficult to see that the section was as smooth as a mirror, and there was not even a trace of roughness......

"Do you throw in the towel?"

Seeing Rahman standing in place dumbfounded, unable to move, Yu Feng looked at that face expressionlessly, and inexplicably felt like he wanted to chop it into meat sauce.

However, the reason in the young man's heart overcame the bloodthirsty desire, so he still gave the other party a chance to admit defeat, that is, a chance to end the battle peacefully.

Throwing in the towel? He's telling me to admit defeat? After hearing this, Rahman slowly glanced at the young man in front of him, and his mind seemed to return to the open-air ring not long ago.

At that time, Rahman had the upper hand in that ring, and finally broke the "backlight" of Feather Wind in two, and won the final victory.

However, it didn't take long for Feng Shui to take turns, and today Rahman was not only broken by Feather Wind, but also watched with this kind of lofty gaze......

What a shame this is! When he thought about all this, this man who was born in a gang of horse thieves and had lived in a world of blood and fire since he was a child suddenly turned red.

"There are only men who died in battle in our desert, and there are no men who surrendered!"

There was a roar of anger in the ring! Rahman directly threw down the hilt of the knife in his hand, and at the same time pulled out six other scimitars of different shapes from his waist!

That's right, Rahman now had six scimitars in his hands at once! And as he threw them in either direction, four of them immediately began to circle in the ring like boomerangs!

These four scimitars were deliberately machined so that their blades had the ability to perform irregular maneuvers after being thrown, and with Rahman's well-honed throwing knife technique, they looked quite intimidating.

At the same time as the four flying knives attacked, Rahman also held a scimitar on the left and right at the same time to kill the opponent, his figure always remained in the middle of those flying knives, and the six scimitars attacked and defended together, and the power was naturally extremely strong!

Unfortunately, it didn't work...... After seeing this scene, Cesar, who was watching the battle, sighed.

This kind of move looks like a bluff, but in the eyes of a true master, it is actually no different from the juggling of a clown, and Cesar does not think that Feather Wind will be stumped by this little showmanship.

The moment Rahman rushed out, Feather Wind's figure had already disappeared in place, and at this time, the young man's speed was extremely fast, and he actually took the initiative to pounce into the knife formation composed of six knives!

"You like to play with knives, don't you?"

Feather Wind was so fast that it had already come to Rahman's side before he could react.

Then, all he heard in Rahman's ears was the sound of ping-pong clashes, and the crimson flash reappeared!

Then, in Rahman's wide-open eyes, the four throwing knives that he threw out to hurt the enemy actually changed direction in the air, turned around and flew in his direction!

"Ahhh

With a tingling scream, Rahman was caught off guard by his own four-handled scimitars, slashing firmly into his shoulders, chest, abdomen, and thighs!

Suddenly, blood gushed out, and bright red blood gushed out of Rahman's body, immediately staining his body blood-red.......

"Do you throw in the towel?"

After seeing the result caused by himself, Yu Feng only felt that his eyes were in a trance, and the smell of blood in his nose was particularly uncomfortable, but it was a little fluttering.

Forehead...... Rahman took a deep breath and struggled to remove the four knives he was holding, contracting his muscles to stop the bleeding as much as possible.

Unexpectedly...... It turns out that the gap between us is already so huge.

Rahman looked at the blood stains on his body, the four deep wounds had taken away his combat strength to a great extent, but this man from the Western Desert still didn't want to admit defeat.

For the native of the Western Regions, losing a fight is actually not a very shameful thing, after all, as the saying goes, a division that wins in a hundred battles is impermanent, so Rahman is not unable to accept defeat.

However, although they can accept defeat, they cannot accept a defeat in a sham! In Rahman's view, even if they want to lose, they must be defeated in a dignified manner, at least they cannot let their opponents retreat with all their bodies!

Even if it's dead...... Leave something on you too!

With this conviction, the man from the Western Regions casually discarded one of the scimitars, held the last remaining knife tightly with both hands, and slowly walked towards his opponent with steady steps.

"He still wants to continue fighting? It's easy to get into trouble if you go on like this. ”

After seeing Rahman's approach, there were already bursts of exclamations from the viewing terrace and the audience, and some people couldn't help but cover their eyes, not wanting to see the bloody scene next.

Even when he was in good shape, Rahman couldn't shave a single hair off Featherwind's body, and now that he was scarred and the last of the seven scimitars were left, what else was there to start?

"Are you sure you want to do this?"

"Hey...... Don't underestimate the man in the Western Regions, this little injury, just go back and apply it with saliva. ”

Seeing Rahman's eyes full of determination, for some reason, Feather Wind felt very unhappy now, as if those eyes were mocking him.

Faith or something...... Belief without strength is nothing more than what fools use to comfort themselves.

Okay, let me cut off your unbelievable thoughts!

Before Rahman could drag the remnants halfway through, Feather Wind had already rushed towards him without hesitation!

The "ghost god" stabbed straight at the opponent, and the three red blood pillars on the sword body exuded a bewitching light, and the red color of the head was like the mood of a young man today.

Here it is!

However, just as Feather Wind stabbed at him with his sword, a smile appeared on the corner of Rahman's mouth, and at that moment, he didn't mean to defend at all, but took the initiative to slam his body towards the crimson sword!

At this moment, Feather Wind was stunned, and everyone was stunned.

They watched as the "ghost's" blade pierced through Rahman's abdomen and then through his back, and it felt as smooth as slicing a red-hot knife into a piece of cream.

At the same time, the knife in Rahman's hand finally slashed at Featherwind's left shoulder.

Although his hands were no longer strong at this time, the sharp scimitar still cleaved through the young man's clothes, leaving a deep wound on the piece of flesh......

"This ...... It's you this time...... If you win, you will have a chance in the future...... Words ......"

In the final moment of his fall, Rahman spoke in a voice that only he and Feather Wind could hear.

But before he could finish speaking, the muscular man fell behind him, made a muffled thud, and fell to the floor of the ring.

The heirloom knife had been cut off, all the attacks had been cracked, and at that point, Rahman felt that he had nothing left to lose.

In order to preserve the last bit of dignity he left, he decided to leave a little "trace" on his opponent no matter what, even if it cost him......

"The game is over! The winner is the feather wind player! Stretcher! Carry the Rahman player down for treatment!"

When Rahman completely collapsed, host Oran immediately announced the end of the game, and then several staff members carrying stretchers immediately rushed to the ring and put Rahman's scarred body on it.

When the defeated man from the Western Regions was carried off the field on a stretcher for treatment, the entire audience was silent, and no one laughed at the loser, because he had won everyone's respect for him with his own blood.