"Bang Bang!"

Under the night, in the middle of the road, the earth-shattering battle has entered the white-hot stage.

Ding Hao held a dagger in each hand, although he was constrained by the weapon and failed to really exert the strongest power of the 'Killing Sword Intent', Ding Hao was bent on killing Yang Qiulin to avenge his father Ding Lei, and also cleaned up the portal for Lin Fan, so he worked hard.

And the killing intent in Yang Qiulin's heart has already been stimulated, he himself has a great hatred for Lin Fan, and now he has become Ding Hao's father-killing enemy, and he also has no shortage of reasons to kill Ding Hao, the most important thing is that Ding Hao's progress makes Yang Qiulin afraid.

Yes, Yang Qiulin is really afraid, half a year ago he could easily ravage Ding Hao with a branch, and today, half a year later, Ding Hao's strength has improved by leaps and bounds, faster than riding a rocket, and he can even almost injure Yang Qiulin.

This is a huge threat to Yang Qiulin, Ding Hao is still so young, his strength has improved so much in half a year, if he is given a little more time, what will it be?

What does it mean to take precautions?

That is to nip danger in the bud.

Yang Qiulin could fully foresee that it would not be long before Ding Hao would become a powerful opponent that could threaten his life, even more threatening than Lin Fan, so he must kill Ding Hao today.

The two are fighting with this mentality that they must kill each other.

The sword light and sword shadows flickered with two blurred figures moving at high speed, and the sound of the wind was drowned out by the crisp sound of metal impact, perhaps it was difficult to tell whether it was the wind pressure generated by their high-speed movement or vigorous swinging of weapons, or the night wind that naturally blew, no matter what kind of wind, you could feel the strong killing intent inside.

"Whoa!" This is a battle that never stops, there are no weak, let alone cowardly, some just have an indomitable fighting spirit and killing intent, and some have fearless courage, even in the face of the enemy, they will not blink an eye.

But......

The result was not as balanced as it seemed on the surface, Ding Hao was inferior to his opponent in terms of weapons and strength, although he had tried his best to use all the sword moves of the 'Killing Nine Swords' he had learned, but he still only left a hole in Yang Qiulin's clothes, and Yang Qiulin left various scars on his body.

There are large and small scars on their hands, thighs, chest, shoulders, back, and even neck and face, and this is the difference in their strength.

Staggered, fierce battles, staggered again, fierce battles, back and forth, Ding Hao, in just one or two minutes, bombarded Yang Qiulin hundreds of times, but all of them returned in vain, and he himself was already covered in bruises.

He should be proud of himself, being able to fight Yang Qiulin for so long and even Yang Qiulin was shocked by his progress, isn't that enough to make him proud?

But this is not what Ding Hao wants after all, what he wants is Yang Qiulin's life.

"Qiang!" Yang Qiulin slashed down with a sword, Ding Hao held the knife with both hands and caught it stiffly, Yang Qiulin continued to increase his strength, Ding Hao gritted his teeth and carried it hard, Yang Qiulin's face was a little red, it seemed that he had already moved, not to mention Ding Hao, his face was covered with sweat, and his clothes had already been stained red by blood.

Yang Qiulin's strength is really great, where does his strength come from?

Ding Hao had already exerted all the strength to eat, but Yang Qiulin's sword was slowly pressed down, and finally slashed on Ding Hao's shoulder.

"Huh!" The sharp blade slashed into Ding Hao's shoulder, and the blood was left behind, Ding Hao was in pain, not to be outdone.

"Although your strength has improved a lot compared to last time, you haven't fully mastered the trick of using 'qi'!" Yang Qiulin snorted coldly, and he didn't know what he had done, the strength in his hand suddenly increased again, and Ding Hao was directly pressed to his knees on one foot.

What a terrible power it is.

Ding Hao couldn't bear it anymore when he saw that he couldn't bear the strength of the milk, so he fell backwards, rolled back on the spot, retreated from Yang Qiulin's side and got up as soon as possible.

"Huhu!" he began to pant, and Yang Qiulin just blushed a little, everything else was as usual, it can be seen that Ding Hao has not forced him to use all his strength.

Ding Hao's mind was very clear, what he couldn't understand was that he was obviously very proficient in the use of 'qi', and his strength had indeed improved a lot, why did he and Yang Qiulin still have such a big perception of strength and speed?

Is it just because Yang Qiulin has been cultivating for many years, and the 'qi' in his body is stronger than Ding Hao's?

What did Yang Qiulin mean when he said that Ding Hao had not yet fully mastered the knack of using 'Qi Jin'? Could it be that Ding Hao still had something to learn about 'Qi Jin'?

Impossible, according to the 'Killing Sword Intent' mental formula, Ding Hao should have completely learned the 'Qi Strength'.

"Heavenly Sword - Ruthless!" didn't give Ding Hao much time to think about it, Yang Qiulin snorted coldly and suddenly took the initiative to attack Ding Hao, Ding Hao just heard the voice Yang Qiulin had already arrived in front of him, the software in his hand seemed to exude a dazzling white light, and it continued to grow larger, and in the blink of an eye, it turned into a giant sword.

Ding Hao was taken aback, not to be outdone, and used the 'Killing Nine Swords' to forcibly resist, and the big deal was to meet Yang Qiulin Jade.

"Poof!" It's not that Ding Hao overestimated himself and underestimated Yang Qiulin, but that Yang Qiulin's sword moves were too powerful, and the result of Ding Hao's hard confrontation with him was that he was impacted by Yang Qiulin's brutal force, vomited blood on the spot and flew out, falling ten meters away.

Ding Hao immediately jumped up with a carp, but couldn't help covering his chest, and was shocked to find that there was another deep wound on his chest, which was caused by Yang Qiulin's sword just now, but Ding Hao had obviously blocked Yang Qiulin's sword move with a dagger, why was his chest still traumatized?

It's incredible!

Ding Hao should be glad that he reacted just now and used the dagger to fight Yang Qiulin hard, if it weren't for the two daggers that unloaded most of the power of Yang Qiulin's sword, that sword would have pierced Ding Hao's chest.

He got up panting, his body was getting more and more wounded, bleeding more and more, his physical strength began to drain, and his strength was slowly wearing, which was not a good sign.

"You really surprised me, you didn't die after so many swords hit me!" Yang Qiulin said coldly.

"Your grandfather, my life is very hard, if you want to kill me, come up with some real skills!" Ding Hao shouted with Yang Qiulin at this time, he couldn't beat Yang Qiulin anyway, what are you afraid of?

"Hmph, you are a talent, it's a pity that you chose the wrong path!" Saying that, Yang Qiulin slowly raised the soft sword in his hand again, only to see him holding his breath and concentrating, holding the general in front of his chest with his right hand, and placing his left hand on the blade of the sword, putting on a posture of being ready to attack, "You will definitely die with the next sword!"

When he spoke, a momentum emanated from Yang Qiulin's body, blowing towards Ding Hao like the wind, it was murderous, as if it was a substance, and there was also sword aura, so terrifying.

"Hum!" The soft sword in Yang Qiulin's hand began to buzz again, and the movement was even louder than before.

Ding Hao felt as if the air had become thinner, was it an illusion?

Yang Qiulin is not alarmist, the next sword is by no means simple, even if Ding Hao has not yet made a move, he can feel the deadly murderous aura.

But Ding Hao was not afraid, and he couldn't be afraid, even if he knew that he was going to die, he wanted to die like a man, he couldn't retreat, so he grabbed the dagger tightly and roared at Yang Qiulin, "Let the horse come, your grandfather won't be surnamed Ding if I frown!"

The momentum is good, but unfortunately it doesn't work for Yang Qiulin, and it can't change his decision to kill Ding Hao.

"Heavenly Sword - Broken Intestines!"

With a light snort, Yang Qiulin finally made a move, as if he had disappeared from Ding Hao's eyes in an instant, and when Ding Hao found out, the sword in his hand had already arrived in front of Ding Hao.

The breath of death is coming, Yang Qiulin will definitely not show mercy, Ding Hao is in a catastrophe this time, as Yang Qiulin said, he will definitely die.