One hour...
Three hours...
Wanli Sword flew into a rage, frantically shaking his spear shaft as he stabbed at Chu Qing.
Chu Qing dodged, attacking Wanli Sword's lower body.
Ten hours...
Wanli Sword growled, "You can't kill me, and I can't kill you!"
"Let's call it off!"
Chu Qing shook his head. "No. I said I'd pull your teeth, so I'll definitely pull them."
Wanli Sword flew into a rage and launched another frantic assault.
A day and a night passed:
Wanli Sword cursed loudly, "Stop running around! Stand still and let me stab you once!"
"Just once!"
Chu Qing sneered. "Do you take me for a fool?"
"Why don't you stand there and let me blow one of your legs apart?"
Wanli Sword's eyes shifted. "You blow apart one of my legs, and I stab you once."
"How about it?"
Chu Qing looked at the wound on his arm, which still had not healed, and quickly shook his head.
If he blew apart Wanli Sword's leg, the man could recover quickly.
But if he took a stab, he simply could not recover.
The power on this half-broken divine weapon drastically slowed his recovery.
Wanli Sword gritted his teeth in fury, turned, and left.
The result:
Chu Qing caught up and clung to him relentlessly.
Helpless, Wanli Sword could only turn around and continue the battle.
The moon rose!
The moon set again!
Wanli Sword felt as though he was about to collapse.
When the first ray of morning sunlight shone down, Wanli Sword took a deep breath and said in a low voice:
"Friend, I admit that the day before yesterday, I spoke a little too loudly!"
"My attitude was a little too arrogant!"
"And I didn't give you the chance to say your name!"
"So, my friend, perhaps