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Chapter 1493 The location of the decisive battle!

The silver light is shining, and the sword is cold.

Bai Dixuan's sword was very slow, extremely slow, it seemed that even a child could easily block it.

However, the moment he stabbed out, all the life in this area was instantly shrouded in his sword intent, making people have nowhere to hide, nowhere to hide, only despair.

The cold sword tip was getting closer and closer to the slender and white neck of the Shura Banshee, as if it was slowly harvesting her life.

However, the woman still looked unchanged and sat still.

Snapped--

Suddenly, a hand stretched out from in front of the woman and grabbed the fatal sword. The owner of this hand was Qin Yang who was still drunk just now.

The long sword stopped, and the tip of the sword touched the woman's delicate neck, smearing traces of blood.

It seems that if it is an inch deeper, the other party will disappear.

Qin Yang tightly grasped the sharp blade, unable to let the long sword go any further. His blood-red eyes stared at Bai Dixuan, revealing great hostility and killing intent.

The bright red blood dripped down between the fingers, and fell on the woman's dress, making it even more coquettish.

"Not bad, it can actually block my sword."

Bai Dixuan looked at Qin Yang who did not know when he woke up, the corner of his lips curled up slightly, he couldn't tell whether it was admiration or ridicule.

"Bai-di-xuan-"

Cold and hateful words squeezed out from the teeth, and with a click, Qin Yang snapped the long sword, grabbed half of the blade and stabbed wildly at the opponent.

A brilliant cyan sword light bloomed from the half of the blade in his hand, containing the power of heaven and earth.

clang!
When the two blades collided, sparks flew out.

Bai Dixuan took a step back, turned his wrist, half of the sword blade was like an antelope hanging horns, and a white horse passed through the gap. He struck from an incomparably wonderful angle, and hit Qin Yang's back of hand, forcing the opponent to lose the blade.

Swah——

The sword light rose again, but it was Qin Yang who took out the Xuanyuan sword, dancing like a dragon, displaying all the strength of his body, and fought fiercely with the opponent, fighting with all his strength with each sword.

His face was extremely ferocious, his eyes turned red again, and Bai Dixuan was all in front of him.

Kill kill kill is the only thing in my mind!

In the small room, the figures of the two intertwined, the sword energy was raging, and they fought for several rounds in an instant.

Compared to Qin Yang's hard work, Bai Dixuan seemed to be more than capable. The half blade in his hand seemed to come alive in his hand, and it could automatically block Qin Yang's long sword from every angle.

"Is this how you get revenge?"

While blocking Qin Yang's attack, Bai Dixuan stared at Qin Yang with a trace of sarcasm in his eyes, and said indifferently, "There is a state of being empty, but you don't know how to attack your opponent. What's the difference with a wine bag and a rice bag. When you see an enemy, you are full of brains." Such a reckless, childish behavior, even if you give you 1 years, you will not be able to take revenge!"

As soon as the words fell, Bai Dixuan suddenly turned defense into offense, and stabbed flat with the broken blade in his hand.

There is no brilliant light, no strong aura, no fancy skills, just a simple attack, but Qin Yang is in a hurry and has no time to respond.

"You always thought that you were the chosen one, you always thought that you were blessed by God, and you always thought that no one in this world could kill you."

"So you are always arrogant and arrogant, and you can't learn how to really face an enemy!"

"You think about revenge, but you don't know your enemy. You think about protecting your own woman, but you only care about yourself every time."

"You want to fight for hegemony in the world of cultivating immortals and make the world respect and worship you, but you can't use your real power to make them submit!"

"You always feel that the world revolves around you, but you can't see that you are just an insignificant dust. You always think that you are successful, but you don't know that you are a complete failure!"

"Even...you don't even have the right posture for drawing your sword!"

puff!
The broken blade in Bai Dixuan's hand pierced Qin Yang's shoulder, and blood slowly flowed down, but his face still had that sneer and arrogance on it.

The air quieted down.

Qin Yang panted lowly, his forehead was covered with dense beads of sweat, his face was as pale as paper, without a trace of blood.

"You say I'm a loser, I don't know how to protect the woman I love, what about you?"

Qin Yang looked at him and said coldly, "You even killed your own woman, so are you a winner? In my opinion...you are the most pitiful and most failed loser!!"

Click! !
Qin Yang grabbed the broken blade that pierced his shoulder, broke it again, and stabbed at the opponent!

The entire silver broken blade was stained with a layer of blood, like the sharp blade in the hands of the blood sea Shura, with a terrifying aura, it fell on Bai Dixuan's heart in an instant.

But at this moment, Qin Yang suddenly dropped the broken blade in his hand, and his whole body seemed to be bouncing towards the opponent, and his feet seemed to be equipped with springs.

Bang!
Qin Yang's shoulder hit Bai Dixuan's chest hard.

Even Bai Dixuan didn't expect this moment, with a muffled snort, his whole body shot backwards, smashing the table and chairs behind him.He took several steps back before stabilizing his body.

At the same time, a sharp knife grazed his body, tore through a layer of fabric on his shoulders, and drew a thin streak of blood.

Bai Dixuan froze for a moment, looked at Qin Yang, who was half kneeling on the ground panting, and looked at the blood streak on his arm, as if he didn't quite believe that he was injured by Qin Yang.

"Yes, there is progress."

The curvature of Bai Dixuan's lips became softer, and there was another sword in his hand, and the hostility on his body was several times heavier than before.

At this time, the Asura Banshee stood in front of Qin Yang and said calmly, "Are you here to kill me, or are you here to kill him?"

Bai Dixuan was silent for a moment, his murderous aura gradually dissipated, he looked at Qin Yang and said, "I'm here today, I just want to tell you the location and exact time of the decisive battle in sixteen days, so as not to be delayed too much by you."

"Say." Qin Yang's voice was low.

"Location, Dengxiantai. Time, one quarter of the unitary hour, I hope you will arrive on time." Bai Dixuan said lightly.

Qin Yang clenched his fists and said slowly: "Okay, I will definitely be there on time. When the time comes, I hope you can prepare a coffin. Either it will be yours or... it will be mine!"

"can."

Bai Dixuan looked indifferent.

He looked at the Shura Banshee, and said calmly: "Just now you won the bet, but I am still looking forward to another bet with you, I hope you will not disappoint me."

"I'm looking forward to it too." The Shura banshee smiled charmingly.

Bai Dixuan put away his long sword, and a ray of light flashed out, covering his body inside.As the light faded, Bai Dixuan's figure also disappeared from the room.

"Xiaomeng, has he left?" Qin Yang asked secretly.

"Leave." Xiaomeng said.

Qin Yang breathed a sigh of relief, and sat slumped on the ground, staring blankly at Duan Ren on the ground, not knowing what he was thinking.

"Tell me everything you know."

Qin Yang suddenly looked up at the Shura Banshee, and asked coldly.

(End of this chapter)