Flash, flash, flash, the two face each other, circling around the center point at high speed, moving never stop.

Move, find the enemy's attack point, dodge, hide your own attack point. In more than ten seconds, neither of them launched an attack, but they were just moving at high speed, each wanted to go around the opponent's defensive corner by moving, and had to be restrained by the other party and constantly change their position to prevent the other party from finding their own defensive corner.

"Tread, step, step. All that resounded at the scene was the sound of toes on the ground.

Two vague figures, disappearing from time to time on the grassland, high-speed displacement, so that the two have been out of the limit of what their eyes can capture, as if they disappeared out of thin air, only when the toes stepped on the ground, the figure appeared slightly, and then disappeared again without waiting for the image to become clear, turning into the wind flowing in the air, disappearing without a trace.

Find a dead end, prepare to attack, the opponent moves, the dead spot disappears, becomes your own exposure of the dead end, the opponent is ready to attack, immediately leave the place, find the opponent's dead spot again, and prepare for the attack again.

Although they only repeated the action to no avail, the two showed a lot of patience, and even once they did not succeed in attacking, and neither showed the slightest impatience.

Yes, not a single attack, because once the attack is launched, it means that the battle is about to end.

The two are like two seasoned hunters, tracking behind the prey, patiently waiting for the prey to reveal its flaws.

It must be admitted that the combat ability of the two is very close, the same offensive strength and weak offensive and defensive capabilities are extremely unbalanced, and the same body style is flexible and unpredictable, no matter who it is, as long as it is a little careless, there will be no chance to turn the tables.

A gentle breeze blew, blowing the tall weeds and obscuring their vision. The speed of the wind was fast, but the speed of the two was even faster, and although the weeds only shook for a moment, the two of them had already moved at the same time.

The moment their vision was obscured, the crow and the thorn lost their sight on each other at the same time.

In a fighting style like theirs, once the opponent is out of the lock, it means that they are already within the range of the opponent's all-round attack, and the opponent may launch a deadly attack at any time.

At this time, it is often too late to consider re-locking the opponent, life and death are only in an instant, and before you can readjust your position, it is estimated that you will already die in the hands of the opponent.

Therefore, at this time, the only way to survive in death is to launch the most fierce attack on the other party at all costs, no longer thinking about whether to find an opportunity, but fighting for your life, so that there is still a glimmer of life.

The two of them were blinded at the same time, and they didn't have time to think with their brains, instinct had already controlled their bodies and made the most correct and only reaction.

"Whew. "Two sharp blades swung at the same time, not by sight, but entirely by perception, stabbing towards the location of the enemy in perception.

The breeze blew away, the grass calmed down, and the sight was restored, but everything was different, as the two men's all-out assault had begun.

The long sword of the hidden thorn reflected the sunlight, the tip of the crow's steel nail flashed sharply, the distance between the two suddenly narrowed, the range of movement narrowed to square inches, and the weapon in his hand did not leave the opponent's vital point for a moment.

When we meet on a narrow road, the brave wins, the situation has developed to such a point, it makes no sense to say anything, what is looking for opportunities, what is avoiding attacks, it is not important at all, what is important, who is faster, who is stronger, whose will is firmer, and who is more afraid of death and dares to fight hard.

The tip of the sword swept across the throat, and it was only possible to avoid it by retracting the neck slightly, even if it was dangerous enough to let the blade cut the skin on the neck, leaving a mark oozing blood, it didn't matter, this small injury could not kill anyone, and it was a good deal to exchange it for the opportunity to stab it with this steel nail.

The body only needs to turn slightly sideways to make the steel nail slide away against the chest, although the white mark left by the steel nail on the muscles of the chest will come out after a few milliseconds, but it doesn't matter, because the long sword wielded in the hand poses a greater threat to the other party.

The two figures staggered between square inches, close as if they were about to stick together, and the weapons in their hands swung continuously at close range, each time it was an attack aimed at the point, without a single defense. Not only is there no defense, but even dodge is very rare, and in high-speed combat, dodging is too time-consuming, and too many opportunities will be wasted, so as long as you can avoid the attack that threatens the vital point, you can use the body to defuse the rest, just to do your best to send out one more attack.

The blade of the sword cut the arm, the steel nail left a scar on the face, the blade tore the skin of the back, the steel nail stabbed a gap in the palm, the blade stabbed the thigh, the steel nail penetrated the palm, in the air, the smell of blood became heavier and heavier, every time the figures were staggered, blood would rush out from different positions on both sides at the same time and sprinkle it on the grass, and soon, the nearby grass was already stained with blood, making the surrounding smell like a slaughterhouse.

Although the body was constantly injured, and the injuries were getting worse and worse, the two of them never stopped, one with a cold and ruthless face, and the other with a bright smile on his face even between life and death, and the attacks on the hands of the two became more and more tricky and vicious.

As the two sides got more and more injured, Hidden Thorn's heart became more and more irritable. Irritability often means restlessness, and in fact, his heart is getting more and more restless.

He didn't like to get hurt, and he was in the wilderness. Injury means weakness, and being in the wilderness, weakness often means death. As a lone wolf, he would not trust anyone completely, including his partner Treacher, who had seen and heard too many times in his years of being injured and weakened by enemies or even his companions. With the experience of the past, he never wants to expose his weak side in front of others, appropriate injury and weakness are acceptable, but serious injuries are absolutely not.

However, having come to this point, the battle must continue, life and death must be separated, and the will of the enemy is unexpectedly strong, so the wounded can only continue.

Therefore, when the hidden thorn found out that if it continued to develop like this, even if he killed the opponent, he would be seriously injured, and he began to get irritable.

The consequence of his irritability is that he is prone to mistakes, and Hidden Thorn made a mistake, and when he stabbed his sword again, he ignored the madness and determination in the depths of the crow's eyes.

"Poof", the long sword pierced through the crow's body, piercing through his back.