Qin Tiexin didn't stop for a moment after landing.
He kicked the ground with his right foot, and the bluestone exploded, and he rushed forward again. Edgeless dragged out an afterimage behind him, and the sound of the blade cutting through the air was like the roar of a tiger.
Zhou Chongshan had just pulled out his other foot, and before he could adjust his body shape, Qin Tiexin's second knife had already reached the top of his head.
It's still Zhenyue.
But this knife is faster and heavier.
Zhou Chongshan's pupils shrank, the Chenfeng sword was held horizontally, and the khaki aura surged on the blade. His feet were slightly staggered, and his center of gravity sank - a hard catch.
"Clang--!"
The chirping was even more harsh than before.
Zhou Chongshan's feet sank into the bluestone again, this time up to his calves. His throat felt sweet, and he forced down the surging Qi and Blood. The sword took advantage of the situation to press down, releasing 30% of the force, and the whole person used the force of the counter-shock to slide back.
But Qin Tiexin is always with me.
The third knife, the fourth knife, the fifth knife...
One sword after another, the swords were all in the Yue Zhen style. There were no tricks, no tricks, just the purest crushing power. Qin Tiexin's whole body turned into a gray whirlwind, attacking violently around Zhou Chongshan. Every step he took shattered the ground, and every strike caused the protective light shield to fluctuate violently.
The audience was completely silent.
Everyone's eyes widened - Qin Tiexin, who was knocked away just now, was now beating Zhou Chongshan on top of him!
"This... is this the fourth level of Qi refining?"
"Senior Brother Zhou is retreating! Keep retreating!"
"Qin Tiexin's sword skills don't give you a chance to breathe at all..."
On the cloud platform, Luo Ling's eyes lit up.
"What a boy!" She slapped the armrest, "I know my spiritual power is inferior to that of others, so I force myself to fight! Although that kid from Chongshan has a strong formation, it takes time to set up the formation, and this kid doesn't give him any time to set up the formation!"
Elder Zhao said calmly, "Brute force is Lower Vehicle after all. Although Chongshan retreated, he retreated in an orderly manner."
Indeed.
Zhou Chongshan was retreating, but every step back was just right. Every time the Chenfeng Sword blocked, he only released his strength and did not hold it hard. Although the aura of the sword continued to dim, it never broke. His face turned pale slightly and his breathing became heavier, but his eyes remained calm.
He is calculating.
The power of each knife, the distance of each retreat, and the landing position of each step. Qin Tiexin's knife was too heavy, heavier than he expected - just after the first knife contact, he knew that his strength was far inferior. Two thousand kilograms versus ten thousand kilograms, this is a qualitative gap.
So he changed his strategy.
Every time the sword blocked, the earth spiritual power was thickly wrapped, dissolving the sword's strength layer by layer like a quagmire. Every time his feet retreated, they left marks on specific locations on the ring. He was waiting for the moment when Qin Tiexin's spiritual power was exhausted.
Also wait for the moment when the formation takes shape.
The seventh knife.
Qin Tiexin The gaping wounds on both hands tore open again, blood soaked into the handle of the knife, slid down the blade, and dripped on the bluestone. His breathing was as heavy as a cow, his chest heaved violently, and every time he swung the knife, he felt the bones of his arms groaning.
Only 40% of his spiritual power is left.
But he can't stop.
Zhou Chongshan's defense was like a tortoise shell, and each sword removed most of his strength at the right time. It looked like he was retreating in embarrassment, but in fact his aura was not disturbed. If this continues, he will be the first to exhaust his spiritual power.
The eighth knife.
"Clang--!"
Sparks splashed onto Qin Tiexin's face, causing red spots. Zhou Chongshan slid back three feet, and the first fine crack finally appeared on the Chenfeng sword body.
But just after this blow, Qin Tiexin clearly felt that the sword was half a minute slower.
After eight consecutive attempts to suppress the mountain with all his strength, even with his sixth-level body of tempering, he began to fail. His muscles were trembling, his bones were wailing, and the spiritual power in the Dantian sea of qi was flowing away as quickly as the ebbing tide.
Zhou Chongshan keenly captured this moment of lag.
When the ninth knife came, he did not take it forcefully.
The Chenfeng Sword was sheathed - this action stunned everyone. At the same time, with his hands Hand Seals, the earthy yellow aura on his body rose like a flame, and quickly condensed into a three-inch thick layer of rock armor.
It is an earth armor technique, but it is several times stronger than the previous rock armor.
Qin Tiexin The ninth sword struck the earth armor.
"Bang--!"
Rocks cracked and earth debris flew into the air. Zhou Chongshan flew backwards like a kite with a broken string, his chest armor was dented, and cracks spread like spider webs. But the corners of his mouth were slightly raised.
The direction of the inverted flight is exactly the west edge of the arena.
He adjusted his body in the air and landed with both feet - at the landing point, a light yellow formation node lit up.
"Stalling Spirit Array--start!"
Zhou Chongshan shouted low and pressed his hands on the ground.
"Buzz--!"
Three hundred and sixty nodes on the floor of the arena bloomed with earthy yellow light at the same time. The light intertwined like chains, covering most of the arena in an instant. The air seemed to solidify, and the flow of Spiritual Qi became sluggish and sticky.
Qin Tiexin was about to pursue, when his figure suddenly sank.
It's not that the body is heavy, but that the movement of spiritual power has become extremely difficult. The already limited spiritual power in Dantian is as difficult to mobilize as mud. His legs want to perform the "Mountain Shaking Step", but the spiritual power is stuck in the meridians, making it difficult to move.
He lowered his head and saw the formation lines lighting up on the bluestone under his feet.
"I see..." Qin Tiexin murmured.
In the fierce attack with nine swords just now, Zhou Chongshan seemed to be passive, but in fact he was setting up a formation with every step back. He took every precaution and did not hesitate to exchange injuries for attacks. After all, he gave him time to set up the formation.
"What a plan!" A disciple in the audience who knew the formations exclaimed, "Senior Brother Zhou used his retreating steps to form a formation for most of the arena!"
"He took those nine swords and retreated at the same time. He deliberately took damage to gain time to set up the formation!"
"Now that the formation is complete, Qin Tiexin's spiritual power is not running smoothly, how can we still fight?"
On the cloud platform, several Jindan elders nodded slightly.
"This kid Chongshan has a calm mind." One of the elders said, "Knowing that he was outmatched, he retreated in order to advance and changed the formation at the minimum cost."
Luo Ling snorted and did not refute, but her eyes looking at the ring were a little more worried.
Elder Zhao remained calm. "The victory or defeat has been decided."
On the arena.
Zhou Chongshan slowly stood up straight. Most of the earthen armor on his chest was broken into pieces, revealing the inner robe. His face was pale and his breathing was short. He had just received nine swords and forcibly activated the formation, and his spiritual power was less than 20%.
But, enough is enough.
"Junior Brother Qin," he said with a steady voice, "Admit defeat. In the stagnant spirit formation, your spiritual power is not functioning at 30% as usual, and you cannot perform the Mountain Shaking Step or Zhongyue Sword Technique. And I - I can still perform magic techniques."
The sword in his right hand points to one point.
Qin Tiexin The ground beneath his feet exploded, and three stones pierced the earth.
Qin Tiexin turned sideways to avoid the first one, but due to his sluggish spiritual power, his movement was half a beat slower. The second stone thorn grazed his thigh and opened a bloody opening. The third stone thorn went straight into the sole of his foot - he reluctantly lifted his foot, and the sole was pierced, causing a stinging pain in the sole of his foot.
Blood drops ooze out.
Zhou Chongshan's left hand then Hand Seals.
"Flying Sand Technique!"
The strong wind swept up the gravel and dust in the arena, turning into a turbid sandstorm that enveloped Qin Tiexin's body. His vision was obscured, and the only sound in his ears was the roar of the wind. Immediately afterwards, the ground beneath his feet softened, and seven or eight earth-yellow tentacles wrapped around his legs.
Earth binding.
Qin Tiexin swung his sword to cut off two tentacles, but more tentacles wrapped around him. At the same time, another round of stabs came from all directions.
He can only hide.
Dodge to the left, dodge to the right, charge forward, and retreat. Every move is several times more laborious than usual, and the spiritual energy is running like a snail crawling. The calf, thigh, and arm are scratched by stone thorns one after another, and the blood marks are increasing one after another.
That is to say, Qin Tiexin has successfully tempered his body, and his physique is far better than ordinary people. Generally, a Qi training disciple will be seriously injured after this round of attacks.
In the sandstorm, Zhou Chongshan's voice came. "Admit defeat, you can't win."
Qin Tiexin turned a deaf ear.
While dodging, he rushed in one direction - not the edge of the arena, but the northeast corner where the formation nodes were relatively sparse. Edgeless slashed left and right, cutting off the earth walls along the way and smashing stone thorns blocking the way.
But Zhou Chongshan's skills always follow him like a shadow.
The earthen walls rose one after another, and the ground thorns came one after another. There were more and more wounds on Qin Tiexin's body. Most of the gray shorts were soaked in blood. A wound on his left leg was so deep that the bone was visible. Every step he took was in excruciating pain.
The disciples in the audience were horrified to see this.
"He's still running..."
"How many waves is this already? Doesn't Senior Brother Zhou's spiritual power cost money?"
"Qin Tiexin That body is made of iron? There are so many wounds, almost a bowl of blood has flowed out!"
"But look at his speed - it's getting slower and slower."
It has indeed slowed down.
Qin Tiexin's breathing was like a broken bellows, and every inhalation carried the smell of blood. His vision began to blur, not because of the sandstorm, but because of excessive blood loss. He could not use his spiritual power, and his legs were as heavy as lead.
But he's still running.
There is only one thought in my mind: break out of the formation range.
As long as you break out of the formation and your spiritual power is restored, you still have a chance.
Sweat broke out on Zhou Chongshan's forehead.
He also didn't expect that Qin Tiexin could last for so long. Although the stagnant spirit formation is strong, maintaining the formation itself consumes spiritual power. He continuously released more than a dozen waves of ground stabbing, flying sand, and earth binding techniques. Even with his strong spiritual power at the ninth level of Qi refining, less than 10% was left at the moment.
"The last wave..." He gritted his teeth and speeded up his hands Hand Seals.
On the ring, four earthen walls rose simultaneously, trapping Qin Tiexin in the center. The walls were covered with sharp stone thorns, blocking all escape routes. Above his head, dozens of ground thorns fell like rain.
Desperate situation.
Qin Tiexin raised his head, looked at the falling stone rain, and then looked at the last earthen wall in front of him.
Three steps behind the wall is the edge of the formation.
He took a deep breath - this was his last chance.
He held the handle of the knife with both hands, put Edgeless in front of him, and rushed forward like a bull. While using Edgeless to protect the front, he used the weight of his body to hit the last wall.
"Give me--break!!!"
With a roar, he hit the wall.
"Boom--!!!"
The wall shattered.
The moment the stone thorn rain fell, Qin Tiexin rushed out of the formation range.
But he also paid a price - his back was pierced by three stone thorns. Although it was not deep, blood flowed profusely. The bone-deep wound on his left leg collapsed completely, and blood gushed out like a fountain.
He staggered two steps, leaned on the ground with his knife, and barely stood still.
Turn around.
The whole body was covered in blood, and the shorts were broken into pieces, revealing the body covered with wounds. The left leg was bloody and bloody, and the right leg had three deep marks. There were stone thorns stuck in the back. The blood dripped down the trouser legs and corners of the clothes, and accumulated in a pool at the feet.
But those eyes - as red as blood, were frighteningly bright.
Like a god of death crawling out of hell.
Zhou Chongshan stood ten feet away, his expression finally changed.
He didn't expect that Qin Tiexin would break out of the formation in such a self-mutilating way. He didn't expect that with such an injury, the fighting spirit in that man's eyes was burning brighter than ever.
Qin Tiexin slowly straightened up.
He lowered his head and glanced at his trembling hands. Less than 10% of his spiritual power was left, like a candle in the wind, but it operated smoothly and freely, and the sluggishness completely disappeared.
He took a deep breath and drew out all the last spiritual energy in Dantian, pouring half into his legs and half into his arms. The blood vessels bulged under the skin, and the muscles were tightened like steel wires.
Then, stamp your feet.
"Bang--!!!"
The arena shook.
His whole body shot out like a cannonball, trailing blood, and rushed towards Zhou Chongshan.
The last two feet.
The final blow.