Two vast and pure internal Qi flowed through the weapons of the two men, and the two men fought hand-to-hand. At the beginning, because the two men intentionally concealed their strength and tested each other's depth, the Qi they emitted was intermittent, dodging, sometimes strong and sometimes weak. You should know that competing for internal strength is the most dangerous way of fighting, and it is also the most direct. There is no possibility of taking shortcuts. Whoever has deeper skills will naturally have the upper hand. If the two are evenly matched, it will turn into an endless tug-of-war until one of them dies. Han Xiaohan and Duan Yingjie's internal strength is evenly matched, and it is difficult to tell who is better. As time goes by, the internal strength they put in is getting more and more. In the end, both of them have already mobilized their whole body strength.
The air around the two people fluctuated violently, forming a terrifying vacuum zone within a five-meter radius. The protruding stones on the ground were crushed by the true qi and turned into stone powder. With the air waves, they swirled around the two people. Not long after, they were melted into nothing and disappeared completely. If the stones were like this, one can imagine how much pressure the two people in the field were under!
The wound on Xiao Jian's head was simply treated and wrapped with a few strips of cloth, and the bleeding was stopped. Although he was watching from behind, he was not at ease as a spectator.
He had seen how terrible Duan Yingjie was. The men who came with him were not weak either. If Han Xiaohan was fine, everything would be fine. But if Han Xiaohan was in trouble, he and the dozens of people on his side would probably be in danger. Few of them would be able to return to Xi'an. What should he do? Xiao Jian was so anxious that sweat appeared on his forehead. Mixed with the blood, his handsome face turned into a clown face. No matter what, Xiaohan must not be allowed to have an accident! He changed his mind and secretly winked at his men beside him.
The people below had followed him for many years and were very close to him. Just by looking at his eyes, they could already guess what he wanted. The man quietly handed the gun to him without saying a word.
With the gun in hand, Xiao Jian felt much more at ease. While the attention of his own Dong Tiangang, Chen Hai brothers and others and the other side's Tianting disciples were all focused on the two people who were struggling to fight with their internal strength on the field, he slowly raised the pistol, with the muzzle facing away from the back of Duan Yingjie's head, his index finger trembling, hesitant.
He knew that if he attacked someone from behind in public, he would be ridiculed and sneered at by the people in the world, and his whole life of wisdom would be ruined. However, he was alone and had only one life to live. It didn't matter whether he lived or died. What was important was that there were dozens of passionate men who had followed him for many years. Thinking of this, he made up his mind and resolutely pulled the trigger.
Duan Yingjie didn't have eyes at the back of his head, and the fight with Han Xiaohan had reached a critical moment. He was concentrating so much that his six senses were greatly reduced, and he didn't realize that someone was trying to harm him from behind.
Han Xiaohan was different. He was standing opposite Duan Yingjie, and with his eyes moving around, he could see every move of Xiao Jian clearly.
His heart trembled, something was wrong. Even though Duan Yingjie was one of the four kings of heaven, no matter how vicious and cruel he was, he could be considered a master of both internal and external cultivation. It would be a pity if he died in such an unclear way in a sneak attack. Moreover, although he was a high-level martial artist, he was difficult to deal with. In his heart, Han Xiaohan still wanted to win him with his own strength. He would not take any unorthodox methods into consideration with his arrogant character. So when Xiao Jian raised his gun, Han Xiaohan was anxious and his thoughts were in chaos. In a confrontation between masters, he could not take other things into consideration. He only felt his blood boiling and his true energy in chaos. Duan Yingjie did not know the reason, but thought that Han Xiaohan's internal strength was too much and he was exhausted for a while. Seeing an opportunity, he forced out all his strength, trying to overwhelm this difficult opponent in one fell swoop.