The two of them turned red-eyed and continued to attack each other regardless of their own injuries.
The quality of the long knife in Jiang Liubai's hand is not as good as that of the seven-star Bai Jue sword. After a long time of hard confrontation, there were several subtle gaps in the blade, which were difficult to see with the naked eye.
"Boom..."
The battle was still fierce, blood splashed, flesh and blood was blurred, and shocking.
After hundreds of rounds of fierce battles, Chen Qingyuan found an excellent opportunity and cut off half of Jiang Liubai's head. All kinds of thick things gushed out, which was scary and disgusting.
At the same time, Jiang Liubai cut off Chen Qingyuan's left arm with a knife, and his blood splashed and soaked his clothes.
Then, the two raised their right legs coincidentally and kicked each other's chest.
"Plop! Plop!"
Each of them was hit, their chests collapsed half an inch, and several bones were broken, and they retreated one after another.
In the distance, Dugu Changkong and others looked at the battle going to such an extent, frowned slightly, and were very worried.
If Chen Qingyuan is seriously injured again, his life will probably be in danger.
"I can't fight anymore. If the foundation of the white is damaged, or even the soul of my life is injured, it is difficult to recover."
The old men in Kunlun world were anxious and didn't want to see the picture of Jiang Liubai's foundation damaged.
"I'm afraid it's difficult to win or lose this battle."
The two have been evenly divided until now.
"If Jiang Liubai's cultivation had not been much higher than that of Chen Qingyuan, the ending would have been obvious. However, Jiang Liubai is talented and cultivates very fast, which is also his own strength.
The Mahayana monks were stunned. In the past, they would not have been so careful about the battle of the younger generation, even to the point of shock.
Some of the top monks recalled their youth. Compared with Chen Qingyuan and others, they were far inferior to themselves.
"Stop the war!"
An old man in Kunlun didn't want the situation to get serious and made a suggestion.
"Only when you are born or dead can you win or lose."
Chen Qingyuan and Jiang Liubai seemed to be a fateful battle. No one would stop. No matter how many injuries they suffered, they would kill each other.
One person broke his arm, and one person lost half of his head.
As long as the soul is not destroyed, it will not fall.
The qi and blood of the two people have consumed a lot, and it is difficult to reshape the body in a short time.
Therefore, Chen Qingyuan wore a blood-stained gown, held a sword in one hand, and picked out thousands of sword flowers.
Jiang Liubai clenched the long knife in both hands, and his left face was completely blank. The rest of his right eye were soaked in blood. His face was horrible and people dare not look directly at it.
"Tonglong--"
The sound of sword collision sounded and reached the ears of everyone present.
Two blood-stained figures fought in the fragmented starry sky. The scene was extremely chaotic, and the sword shadow knife light kept flashing.
"Dugu Taoist friend, if you continue to fight, both children will be worried about their lives. Even if one side wins, it must be a tragic victory, and the foundation is seriously damaged, which is extremely detrimental to future cultivation.
An old voice came from the Kunlun world and only fell into the ears of Dugu Changkong and talked with him.
"So?"
Dugu Changkong secretly transmitted the sound, and asked in a cold voice.
"It's better for both sides to take a step back. In this battle draw, we will not carefully select it. With luck, we will take a wisp of law from the fragments of the imperial soldiers. Whether the law is complete or not, this matter is over.
This meaning was negotiated by the old people in Kunlun. They coveted the ancient mysterious emperor's pattern, and they didn't want Jiang Liubai to fall here.
"If your attitude had been so polite at the beginning, maybe I would have really agreed. Now that you're here, you still want to take advantage of it. It's ridiculous.
Du Gu Changkong said coldly with no expression on his face.
Although he is very worried about the safety of Chen Qingyuan, there are some things that cannot be easily relaxed.
The psychological game depends on who can't help it.
"Aren't Taoist friends afraid of something wrong with Chen Qingyuan?"
The old men in Kunlun world seem to be a little eager. I hope that Dugu Changkong can think clearly and don't be obsessed.
"I and Chen Xiaoyou met for the first time today. If Chen Xiaoyou falls unfortunately, he will set up a monument for him and remember this kindness."
Dugu Changkong's tone was very flat, as if he was not worried about whether Chen Qingyuan would lose his life at all.
Whoever is in a hurry first will fall into the downwind.
The strong people in Kunlun do not know the relationship between Dugu Changkong and Chen Qingyuan, so they will not doubt this.
Hearing this, the old people's faces were gloomy and anxious.
After dozens of moves in the battle, Chen Qingyuan and Jiang Liubai seem to have reached the limit. If you fight again, it's a real gamble.
Once you risk your life, you really have to die, otherwise you can't stop.
"What should I do?"
The old people are short of breath and have a headache.
Jiang Liubai's future has infinite possibilities. If it is folded, the loss will be too heavy.
"The unprecedented prosperity is coming. There are still many opportunities to get the emperor's tattoo in the future. There is no need to die."
Just as the old people were depressed and irritable to make a decision, an extremely hoarse voice came from the depths of the Kunlun world.
Hearing this, the old people trembled and immediately became energetic: "Yes."
The speaker has a pivotal position in the Kunlun world and is also the master of Jiang Liubai. The man has been hidden in the dark and has not entered the world for many years.
Immediately, a voice spread to the outside world, and with a powerful force, he pulled Jiang Liubai back, who was fighting to the death: "That's it!"
On one side, Du Gu Changkong was secretly happy. He knew that he won this psychological game by himself.
Whoever can't stand this pressure first is not qualified to negotiate the conditions.
"If you don't know whether to win or lose, how can you give up?"
Jiang Liubai looked back at the starry sky whirlpool in the distance and said loudly.
"This is what your master means. Don't gamble your life for a competition."
As soon as this sentence came out, Jiang Liubai was silent.
Then, Jiang Liubai turned his head and looked at Chen Qingyuan in front of him. The fighting spirit in his eyes had not yet dissipated, and he wanted to distinguish between them.
"Fromer than today, Dizhou will no longer be stained with this fragment of imperial soldiers."
A soft force pulled Jiang Liubai, brought him into the vortex, and brought him back to Kunlun.
Before leaving, Jiang Liubai's only remaining eye always stared at Chen Qingyuan and said to himself, "Chen Qingyuan, we will see you again."
The vortex in the depths of the starry sky disappeared, and the world was silent, and no one dared to say anything.
The next moment, Dugu Changkong flashed in front of Chen Qingyuan. His index finger relieved the pain of Chen Qingyuan's body a lot. He whispered softly, "Son, thank you for your hard work."
"Puff--"
Under strong pressure, Chen Qingyuan's spirit has been tense and he dares not relax at all.
The battle ended in this way. Chen Qingyuan could no longer stand it. He directly spit out a mouthful of black blood and fainted in the dark eyes.