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"Pfft!"
A mouthful of fresh blood sprayed out from the arena.
All the sharp-eyed people outside, saw that there was blood on the corner of Chu Mo's mouth and his face was slightly pale.
Even with Dragon Roar's Sword and Dragon's Shadow, it was still difficult for Chu Mo to resist the four of them. He inevitably fell into a disadvantageous position and suffered some light injuries.
However, he didn't retreat. Instead, he continued on with his slash.
Instantly, the fiery red dragon silhouette continued to head straight forward, like a raging wave, crashing into the energy impact caused by the interweaving sword skills of the four people in front of it.
In an instant, all of the energy fluctuations converged into one entity. A peerlessly tyrannical energy ripple exploded outwards with an earth-shattering force. It caused countless pieces of sand and stones to violently fly up into the air, causing a cloud of dust to swirl around.
Intense air currents sprayed out from the arena like a substantial blade and cut into the surrounding rock, causing deep gouges to appear on the mountain. They were like spider webs that spread out in all directions.
Powerful energy ripples spread out from the battleground. Even a tiny portion of it created a hurricane as it fluctuated, causing everyone outside to involuntarily move far away from the battleground in order to avoid this force.
With a "pu" sound, another mouthful of blood sprayed out from Chu Mo's mouth.
His face became even paler and his body started to lightly tremble. Standing within the endless tornados of power, he was like a lone boat in a sea of anger. At any moment, he would be in danger of toppling over.
However, Chu Mo still clenched his teeth, standing in the middle with the Dragoncry Sword in his hand, and facing off against the four of them.
After a breath, blood started to flow out of his mouth like a gushing spring.
Two breaths later, blood started to flow from his eyes, making him look like an evil spirit from hell.
After three breaths, blood started to flow out of his seven orifices. Everything before his eyes seemed to become blurry, and what he saw made him feel even more terrified.
After four breaths of time, Chu Mo's body had already started to sway substantially, his face was as pale as a piece of silver paper and he was on the verge of death.
Five breaths later ?
"Pfft!"
Chu Mo could not hold on any longer, and his entire body uncontrollably flew backwards, spitting out blood along the way. He drew a long arc in the air and heavily smashed into the distance.
However, Chu Mo's pale face revealed a smile.
It was a smile of satisfaction!
Because he had done it!
He had successfully endured for ten breaths of time!
Ten breaths of time had passed, and he believed that Dugu Batian should be enough to defeat Ye Zhixin.
With that thought in mind, Chu Mo flew backwards as he cast a glance at Dugu Batian.
At that time, Dugu Batian and Ye Zhixin had reached their most critical moment in their battle.
The Long sword in Ye Zhixin's hands cut down angrily, and lines of golden Sword Light, like a shocking rainbow, spread out on the scene, coalescing into a golden dragon serpent that howled towards Dugu Batian.
Dugu Batian glanced at Chu Mo, and just so happened to face Chu Mo's line of sight, and smiled faintly, his lips slightly parted as a silent message was transmitted over: "Don't worry, he's about to lose."
After he finished speaking, Dugu Batian rushed out like a flying Sharp Arrow. His body spun and he rose into the air.
With the Long Rod in hand, Dugu Batian's entire body started spinning like a spinning top.
Immediately, his body started to rapidly spin. Endless power shot out in a tangent shape, bringing up gales in the field, causing sand and grass to swirl around as smoke rose up in all directions.
"Bang Bang Bang!"
With a loud shout, the spinning Dugu Batian suddenly raised the Long Rod in his hand.
The Long Rod pointed straight at the sky. Endless flames lingered around the rod and rod like it was a Deity's artifact, stirring up the light clouds in the sky.
The Long Rod surged, the flames surged, and it surged incessantly.
Suddenly, the surrounding air was completely burnt off by the high-temperature flames. It let out a series of crackling sounds, and at the same time, a burnt smell permeated out, causing people to feel nauseous.
In front of the Long Rod, Dugu Batian twisted the air and suddenly jumped up. His Air Control had reached a height of twenty meters.
From high up in the sky, Dugu Batian held onto the staff with both hands, and as if he was a descendant of the Deity, he dropped the rod, smashing down towards Ye Zhixin who was below him with a domineering aura.
"Boom!"
Dugu Batian and Ye Zhixin clashed against each other on the spot, their staffs and swords clashing together as well as a deafening explosion.
Immediately, Ye Zhixin's Golden Flood Dragon and Dugu Batian's rod shadows clashed, and a tyrannical explosion followed suit, as though the heavens and earth were being split open.
In a split-second, endless energy fluctuations surged out from the arena. It swept out in all four directions in a violent and unreasonable manner. A tyrannical impact struck towards the two people who were fighting against each other.
"Crack!"
Just then, a crisp sound rang out from the field. It sounded rather light, but it was difficult to ignore.
Immediately after, everyone was shocked to see Ye Zhixin's body flying out of the arena, his right arm holding the sword drooped down, like a soft noodle, it actually broke just like that.
Dugu Batian did not continue to chase after him. He automatically flew toward Chu Mo, gracefully and elegantly arriving at the latter's side. After catching Chu Mo who was uncontrollably sent flying, he steadily landed on the ground.
Chu Mo slanted his eyes at Dugu Batian, and said snappily: "Can you not be so ostentatious?"
Dugu Batian smiled and said, "I was lucky enough to succeed in my mission!"