In this situation, a person like Long Ke, who has experienced hundreds of battles, can't help but feel broken and even want to end it in advance.

Qin Cheng's ability to withstand unprecedented pressure all the way up to now with great composure, and almost every game was a crushing instant kill, has amazed many monks.

But it was obvious that Baiyue was not an ordinary strong man. He keenly grasped the only flaw in Qin Cheng's calmness, which could not even be called a flaw.

Then he took advantage of this gap and opened an even bigger hole.

"No wonder Baiyue was the youngest person in Jiuzhou Continent to overcome the tribulation, even surpassing Ying Bufan..." Some monks sighed with emotion.

"Fellow Daoist, please be silent. Who knows if there are any Longzhou monks around?"

"So what if there is? Who doesn't know that in order to use all the resources of the Star Palace to cultivate Ying Bufan, Master Ying suppressed Baiyue for no reason, which ultimately led to Baiyue living here."

A monk was obviously not afraid of this and sneered.

"Otherwise, with Baiyue's strength, how could it be possible that Ying Bufan has already broken through the second decline, and he is still only half a step in cultivation? Could it be that Longzhou is so powerful that the truth cannot be told?"

"In fact, Baiyue deserves sympathy, but I also admire the Kyushu Sword God, and only one of the two can live."

Many monks looked quite regretful.

When Baiyue comes to power, he will definitely do whatever it takes, and Qin Cheng once said that he would kill everyone who comes to power.

One of the two peerless geniuses is destined to perish in the bloody arena.

Stab!

Just as the sword-crazy master had speculated, while Qin Cheng was dodging, a corner of his clothes was swept by the sword energy and flew up like a fallen leaf in the wind.

Bai Yue's expression became more and more arrogant, and the long black sword flew towards Qin City like thousands of butterflies.

"Now, where else can you go?"

Unknowingly, Qin Cheng had been forced into the corner of the ring by Baiyue.

Baiyue's fighting spirit was extremely strong.

The long black knife blocked Qin Cheng's retreat in all directions, and then the blade slashed hard at Qin Cheng's arm.

And just like before, the Yueyang Sword in Qin Cheng's hand also swept towards Baiyue's chest, but Baiyue had no scruples.

puff!

But what surprised Baiyue next was that although Qin Cheng did not put away the knife this time and cut a bloody mark in front of him, he raised his hand and grabbed the black blade he had struck.

"you!"

Seeing Qin Cheng grabbing the blade of his own blade and the blood flowing from his palm flowing down the blade, Baiyue's pupils shrank in disbelief.

Qin Cheng could either choose to trade injuries with himself, or continue to look for opportunities to dodge.

But why should he grab his own blade? Why should he actively choose to be injured?

"I see."

Qin Cheng clutched the blade, looked at Baiyue, and spoke for the first time after a long time.

"What do you understand?" Baiyue asked in shock.

"Although I devoted myself wholeheartedly to the battle and abandoned all the complications and thoughts around me, my fighting heart was still not pure enough. I had concerns and I didn't want to get hurt, but you were fearless, so I retreated steadily."

Baiyue looked at Qin Cheng in surprise and found that his opponent's eyes had changed again.

If the temperament of Qincheng before was like a deep pool with no bottom, now it is like clouds in the sky.

Nothingness, formlessness, yet myriad phenomena.

This kid's level has actually improved again.

"Since it is a competition, there should be only one goal, which is to win. Not being swayed by other thoughts and not being trapped by gains and losses is the only way to truly abandon everything."

"From now on, I have no thoughts."

Having said this, Qin Cheng swung the black sword hard and dragged Baiyue back slightly.

And then, Qin Cheng slowly closed his eyes.

Baiyue suddenly felt that the void in all directions began to tremble suddenly.

A special aura surged from the void in all directions. They gathered into threads and circulated around Qin City, intertwining into mysterious and criss-crossing networks.

This aura does not come from Qin Cheng, but seems to be the recognition of Qin Cheng by this world.

"Master, what kind of breath is this?"

On the stage, all the monks felt something strange.

Nothing seems to have changed in Qincheng, but something seems to be different.

"I remember that I once heard about a rumored realm in a certain classic, but I forgot what it was called."

Master Dao Chi also frowned,

"No matter what mysteries you are trying to do, I, Baiyue, won't care."

Taking control of the black long knife again, Bai Yue knitted his eyebrows together and swung the knife to chop away again.

Poof!

But this time, Baiyue's long black knife opened a bloody gash on Qin Cheng's shoulder, and his right leg was also struck by the sword's glow.

His body ached, his knees softened, and Baiyue almost fell to the ground.

He gritted his teeth and stood up, stepping forward again.

Next, what made all the monks' scalps tingle was that the previous battle, if the two of them had nothing to do with each other and a variety of thrilling displays of magic, was now a bloody fight to the death.

Qin Cheng and Baiyue were like two warriors in the mortal world. They were fighting hand to hand, and they were constantly injured. They even exchanged injuries for injuries with every move.

The only difference is that Qin Cheng's injuries are shallower, while Baiyue's wounds are getting deeper and deeper.

By the end, Baiyue was already covered in blood. Qin Cheng picked up the long knife in his hand and half-knelt on the ground.

"You lost."

Qin Cheng's clothes were also torn, revealing deep bloodstains inside, and there were even several places where blood was flowing.

It can be said that given the toughness of Qin Cheng's Taoist body, being able to leave so many scars on his body is enough to show Baiyue's strength.

Even if it were the Upper Realm Continent, Baiyue would still be an out-and-out genius.

"I lose, you kill me."

Baiyue breathed heavily, suddenly grinned, and even threw the knife in his hand aside.

"You are very smart, even perceptive. My only chance is to take advantage of your burdened mentality and your inability to fully devote yourself to this battle. But when you take over empty-handed and react, I know that I have lost.

"

"So, actually you can surrender." Qin Cheng said.

After that, the two fought for more than ten breaths, which was enough for Baiyue to fight and retreat at the same time.

"Now that you are in the arena, there is no possibility of retreating. Life is also an arena. Do you think you have to retreat when you feel you are going to lose?" Baiyue laughed.

"I, Baiyue, face too many dead ends. My ability to survive to this day depends on persistence. I would rather die than retreat."

"I relied on this to survive. How could I betray my will before I die?"

Qin Cheng was silent and stepped forward. The tip of Yueyang's sword lifted up and flew Baiyue's sword away, injuring himself.

At this time, the competition was finally decided, and Qin Cheng had the energy to look at Baiyue carefully.

He was covered in scars and there was almost no good skin left on his body.
Chapter completed!