Chapter 378 Bailihan's Perseverance
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The envoy shouted, but Bailihan's face was cold, his eyes were firm, and he did not admit defeat.
Duan Qingqiu laughed sarcastically: "Baili, hurry up and admit defeat like a dog and save your life."
Bailihan didn't say a word, but his eyes became more determined.
When Ling Chuxi saw Bailihan like this, she knew it in her heart. Of course she understood what Bailihan wanted to do. He wanted to continue to compete with Duan Qingqiu, so that Ling Chuxi could ponder the strangeness of Duan Qingqiu's fighting spirit. Only by finding the flaws can we have a chance to win Duan Qingqiu. But...Ling Chuxi looked at Bailihan's current situation and felt anxious, the price was too great.
"We admit defeat, admit defeat!" the envoy was still shouting.
Duan Qingqiu sneered: "What you said is not worth it, he himself didn't admit defeat."
Bailihan roared angrily, clenched his long sword tightly, and slashed towards Duan Qingqiu again, with a touch of decisiveness in the sword force.
"Hmph, I don't know whether to live or die!" Duan Qingqiu gave Bailihan a vicious look, and the killing intent filled his sword.
Bailihan put his sword back in front of him. This time, his movements became slower than before. The long sword with no brilliance was as dignified as a mountain, giving people the feeling of being as solid as a rock.
However, Duan Qingqiu's sword stance was even more fierce and vicious. The sword was not far from Bailihan's body, and the fighting spirit on the sword became stronger and stronger, making a frightening scream.
An almost substantive fighting spirit enveloped Bailihan. Even if he was outside, he could feel the enormous pressure. Bailihan's movements became slower and slower, and the long sword in his hand became more and more obvious. heavy.
But after a while, Bailihan's body was once again scratched with several deep scars by the sharp sword, and blood rolled down the ground, splashing out strange blood flowers. His face also became paler, but his eyes were still so calm, so persistent, and the long sword in his hand slowly swung to protect his vitals.
Ling Chuxi of course understood that Bailihan's sword was getting slower and slower at this time, and it was all on the defensive, not attacking with a single sword. He wanted to see through the secrets of Duan Qingqiu's fighting spirit.
But, go on like this...
Ling Chuxi's heart tightened even more.
"Xinyu, I promised you that I would never let Ling Chuxi encounter any danger. I will definitely be able to do it." Bailihan said in a low voice, as if he was unaware of the pain on his body. The sword swung slowly and condensedly.
Ling Chuxi endured the grief in her heart and looked at Duan Qingqiu's sword stance with all her attention, feeling the change in her fighting spirit. She had already seen Bailihan's determination, and knew that no matter how much she persuaded him, she would not admit defeat and leave the stage.
The sword light flickered, and Bailihan had several more scars on his body. Although he didn't hurt the vital part, his whole body was dyed red with blood.
In the crisp sound, a burst of anger exploded, Bailihan was slashed back a few steps by Duan Qingqiu with his sword, and a deep scar was cut on his chest by the sword, and he could almost see the bones. Before he could stand still, Duan Qingqiu followed closely and slapped his lower abdomen with a slap. Baili flew up and slammed into the edge of the arena heavily. Blood stained red.
Bailihan held the long sword with difficulty and wanted to get up, but after struggling a few times, he fell powerlessly to the ground.
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