Chapter 1073: I won!

The two waves of attack were closely connected, almost without any delay. Tie Qingcang dived like an eagle and then was knocked back up, but he dived again, launching another wave of attacks.

After being attacked five or six times in a row, Yang Ping had staggered back several hundred feet. Although Tie Qingcang had been up and down in the air and his feet had not stepped on the ground, his mystical Qi and the force of his palm were getting stronger. Yang Ping gradually had a feeling that he was unable to keep up with the attacks.

Tie Qingcang fell down on him again, and stronger and more fierce attacks followed.

Yang Ping was a man with a profound cultivation base and rich combat experience. He knew that by being knocked back into the air, his opponent could not only counter the impact, but also borrow strength. If he allowed that to continue, he would soon be defeated.

As the understanding came to him, Yang Ping gritted his teeth and put all his mystical Qi into his palm before throwing it out. With a loud rumble, Tie Qingcang was knocked back up into the air again while Yang Ping took the opportunity to back off two hundred feet and then quickly move one hundred feet to the left. After that, he took out the second sword and held it tightly in his hand.

Now, the situation between them seemed to have changed again, but Tie Qingcang, who was in mid-air, still chose to continue his pursuit. He suddenly stretched out his arms and made a turn in the air like a huge eagle, then swooped down on Yang Ping again.

At the same time, the sword in Yang Ping's hand was already flashing aggressively.

As if he had not seen the sword in his opponent's hand, Tie Qingcang did not make any evasive moves and still smashed his golden palms down. Meanwhile, Yang Ping let out a loud roar and swung out the sword, but Tie Qingcang greeted it with just one hand and a sneer on his face.

On the high stand...

Huo Yunfeng took a deep breath and said, "The outcome is about to be decided. Both sides have used their cultivation base and prepared moves after this attack. It is an amazing fight!"

Ding Buke and You Buneng were also experts. They watched the fight intently, but their expressions were not as nervous as Huo Yunfeng's.

Although hundreds of pieces of supreme-grade spiritual jade were at stake in this match, the two of them were ready to lose the bet even before the two sects began to fight. And now that the situation had changed and was developing in their favor, to the point where they were almost certain to win the bet, they did not care much about the winner of the match. Instead, they were more concerned about how brilliantly the match was fought. In the end, no matter who won, it could no longer change the fact that this match was a splendid one.

For a moment, sword beams swept out all over the field while Tie Qingcang was waving his golden hands vigorously. The two men approached each other as quickly as lightning, and then they launched the most extreme head-on collision again with a loud rumble.

Yang Ping roared as his already very powerful sword beam extended by another thirty percent in length, piercing Tie Qingcang's palm directly. In the face of such serious injury, Tie Qingcang still kept his composure. Instead of pulling back the pierced palm, he pushed it down and clutched the blade tightly, letting his golden blood flow freely.

Meanwhile, he struck his empty hand down like an axe.

Yang Ping sneered and a sword suddenly appeared in his empty left hand, which he thrust hard into Tie Qingcang's heart. It was fast, accurate, and ruthless.

He not only had a profound cultivation base, but also had great attainments in sword arts, and could even attack with a sword in each hand at the same time! He was truly a peerless martial arts genius!

The meaning of Yang Ping's sword strike was simple and clear: 'you can hit me with your palm, but the price is that you will be killed by my sword while I am hit by you!'

Tie Qingcang's expression remained the same, but his body gave a sudden twist. Even so, he did not slow down and still smashed down his palm crazily. In the blink of an eye, Yang Ping's sword pierced his right chest, and the tip of the sword came out of his back.

It was a real stab through Tie Qingcang's body, and if given a brief moment, Yang Ping could inject a great amount of mystical Qi into his body and then detonate them. With the cultivation base of both sides being equal, Tie Qingcang would be dead for sure!

But, the moment Tie Qingcang was pierced, he twisted his body again, locking the sword with his muscles and bones. Then, before the mystical Qi from Yang Ping's sword could reach him, he smashed him hard on the right shoulder with a palm.

Crack!

The bones in Yang Ping's right shoulder were shattered instantly and half of his chest was almost completely smashed as well.

Now, both of his swords were trapped, one of his shoulders was broken, and the mystical Qi in him was in a chaotic state. But, Yang Ping did not show any panic. Although he could no longer use mystical Qi to blow up Tie Qingcang's body, his left hand, which was still able to move, immediately loosened the hilt of the sword and then balled into a fist to strike the end of the hilt hard, sending the blade into Tie Qingcang's body. Then, his fist continued to punch out and strike on the wound in Tie Qingcang's chest, breaking his ribs.

But, Tie Qingcang still did not back off. Although he was seriously injured, he took a step forward—covered in blood—and slammed Yang Ping's forehead with his. With a snap, Yang Ping's skull cracked. The latter screamed and then retaliated by throwing his knee into Tie Qingcang's lower abdomen. Then, the two men separated, but they were still very close to each other, almost leaning against each other.

At this point, Tie Qingcang's pierced right hand clutched Yang Ping's sword tightly and slashed it hard at Yang Ping's neck while Yang Ping's left hand had turned into a palm knife and struck at Tie Qingcang's neck almost at the same time as he tried to kill him with one quick strike.

Tie Qingcang grabbed Yang Ping's hand with his left and struck his head hard on Yang Ping's forehead again, causing a large amount of blood to scatter from their foreheads at the same time.

Yang Ping screamed even louder. His left hand quickly broke free from the constraint and grabbed Tie Qingcang's neck, but the latter hit him on the forehead again.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

The fight between the two men was so bitter and intense that one could not look straight at it. Blood, gore, and even bone fragments splattered into all directions from the field while Yang Ping's head, which had been repeatedly smashed on the forehead, had become something like a smashed watermelon, no longer whole and constantly spraying blood.

Tie Qingcang was not much better either. Almost no part of his body was intact, and there was a hole in his right chest. Still, he kept smashing Yang Ping's forehead with his.

Bang!

Bang!

Bang!

Every time he smashed, the hearts of all the people watching the match jumped fiercely. They felt their mouths parched and tongued scorched as fear filled their hearts!

After a long time, the two men fell to the ground together!

But, they were still moving, or rather squirming, as they desperately tried to get up. Yang Ping kept moving, but he suddenly threw himself to the ground after a few moves and never moved again.

Tie Qingcang, on the other hand, was breathing heavily, spitting blood and visceral fragments from his mouth. But, he abruptly propped himself up with his left hand.

Looking at the motionless body opposite him, Tie Qingcang burst out laughing, and then said in a hoarse voice after coughing out a big gulp of sticky blood, "I won!"

But before his voice had died away, he fell to the ground and stopped breathing.