After the stabbing, both sides were not only covered in sweat, but blood also poured out from their respective wounds.
Not only did Xiao Zheng not show any fear at this moment, but on the contrary, there was an incredibly cruel sneer on his ferocious face: "Another stab?"
Buzz!
Without the slightest hesitation, Xiao Zheng raised his sword and fought again.
With this knife, Xiao Zheng moved even faster. He even wanted to kill Zhao Yin on the spot.
Xiao Zheng's fearlessness also aroused Zhao Yin's endless fighting spirit.
He knew very well that he had to fight this battle, and he could not retreat. If you fight, you may still have a chance of survival and a chance of winning. If you retreat, the only outcome is to be hacked to death by Xiao Zheng.
At this point, Zhao Yin must use the most powerful knife to attack Xiao Zheng's fatal part.
Phew!
The two slashed each other's bodies again. Although they all avoided fatal injuries at the most critical moment. But it also left a long hole.
At this moment, they didn't look like the most powerful men dueling each other, but two reckless men, two butchers with little technical content.
But only the old monk knew that even if he entered the field at this moment, he might only be killed by Zhao Yin, who was full of fighting spirit, his muscles were tense to the extreme, and his reaction nerves were stretched to the limit.
The old monk also knew that the war was really coming to an end.
At least one of these two people is bound to die in this battle.
Burning together
It's not impossible.
Judging from the strength of Xiao Zheng and Zhao Yin, they have great confidence in pulling each other back at the last moment. All of this is possible. It also made Ye Yuhua and the old monk extremely nervous.
They knew that even now, Xiao Zheng was not sure of victory.
And do Xiao Zheng and Zhao Yin know who can defeat their opponent
Tick tock.
Tick tock.
Their bodies were dripping with blood, and their faces were paler than the other.
After all, Zhao Yin is old. Even if he is a god-level strongman, he is definitely not as good as Xiao Zheng in terms of endurance.
On the other hand, Xiao Zheng. Although he was covered in scars and cold sweat continued to break out on his forehead. This intuitively shows that Xiao Zheng is almost exhausted.
Even he is like this. What's more, Zhao Yin
The fierce battle that lasted for more than half an hour had already exhausted the mental energy of these two top experts. But they are all gathering strength. Gather your last bit of strength.
The final PK is about to take place.
The final winner will be born in this battle.
Xiao Zheng took a deep breath. A chill suddenly flashed across his expressionless face.
Whoosh!
He charged up his strength and swooped forward with a catapult.
At the same time, Zhao Yin also drew his sword and stepped forward. The red eyes contained murderous intent.
Keng!
The two blades collided, causing intense fire. The wrists of both sides also felt a sharp pain like an explosion.
But at this moment, Xiao Zheng's left hand suddenly reached out and grabbed Zhao Yin's chest.
boom!
The grasp of Long's hand not only severely injured Zhao Yin's chest. It even grabbed Zhao Yin's collar with its eagle claws.
Hey!
The simplest and most accurate throw over the shoulder, Xiao Zheng threw Zhao Yin out. But at the same time, Zhao Yin, who was in the air, also slashed with his knife, leaving a deep cut on Xiao Zheng's back.
boom!
Zhao Yin's body fell to the ground, and his internal organs seemed to be shattered by the smash.
Xiao Zheng's back was quickly stained red with blood.
The two once again exchanged physical strength.
Only this time, Xiao Zheng could still stand straight on the spot. Zhao Yin lay flat on the ground, gasping for air.
In this exchange, he lost money.
In the state he and Xiao Zheng were in, skin injuries were definitely not as serious as internal injuries.
Xiao Zheng had a knife mark on his back, but it couldn't stop him. But Zhao Yin only felt that his chest was choked by a mouthful of blood, and he couldn't spit it out or swallow it.
He knew that Xiao Zheng finally had the advantage in this exchange.
Hiss.
After taking two breaths of air-conditioning, Zhao Yin forced himself to stand up. His clothes were messy and he was staring at Xiao Zheng not far away with blood dripping from his eyes.
It seems to be exerting force, and it seems to be waiting for the last attack.
This time, there are three possibilities.
Either he dies or Xiao Zheng dies.
Or—they all die.
Ye Yuhua opened his mouth, as if he wanted to stop their final massacre. But the old monk shook his head gently, signaling Ye Yuhua not to interfere.
At this moment, nothing can stop the exchange between the two.
Either life or death.
This is their ultimate fate and final outcome.
No one, not even Ye Yuhua, can interrupt this sacred battle.
"bring it on."
Xiao Zheng raised the blade slightly. His expression was cold and stern. Full of murderous spirit.
Zhao Yin swung his blade, narrowed his eyes and said, "I will send you to hell."
"I can do it too."
Whoosh!
The two launched themselves at each other without any hesitation. It seems that this battle is the value and meaning of their existence.
Keng!
Keng!
The blades collided with each other, creating a dazzling fire. The sharp and harsh sounds reminded Ye Yuhua all the time that the last moment had arrived.
Phew!
Zhao Yin slashed open Xiao Zheng's chest with a knife.
And Xiao Zheng also punched Zhao Yin in the chest.
But Zhao Yin only had one strike, but Xiao Zheng followed up with another punch.
After one punch, another punch!
Three punches in total!
He actually beat Zhao Yin on the spot until he vomited blood and smashed his whole body against the wall.
Boom.
Zhao Yin fell to the ground suddenly.
Blood spurted out from his mouth, and his face turned extremely pale in an instant. Became - lifeless.
"Well-"
Zhao Yin's body trembled slightly. He couldn't help but make a sound in his mouth.
This is a sign of his complete lack of strength.
On the other hand, Xiao Zheng's hand holding the blade was not as steady as usual.
Visible to the naked eye, violent shaking was taking place.
The blood on the blade also spread messily all over the floor along with the trembling of the arm.
Yes.
Both Xiao Zheng and Zhao Yin lost their most basic abilities in this long and fierce battle.
Although Xiao Zheng could still stand where he was, every inch of skin on his body seemed to no longer belong to him.
But Zhao Yin could only lie on the ground and breathe slowly.
It seemed that even the slightest big breath might make his lungs unable to bear it and explode.
"I won."
Xiao Zheng glanced at Zhao Yin condescendingly.
This is the gesture of a winner.
"I'm not dead yet." Zhao Yin gritted his teeth. Cold voice said.
He struggled, wanting to get up and fight again.
But he really didn't have the strength to get up again.
The only thing he could do at the moment was to ensure his breathing so that he would not die so quickly.
"You'll be dead soon."
Xiao Zheng moved his legs that seemed to weigh a thousand kilograms, carried the blade that seemed to weigh a thousand kilograms, and walked slowly towards Zhao Yin step by step.