"Who are you talking about?!"

He held his head high, flew forward, returned to where he was just now, and used the momentum of his forward motion to swing his knife upwards.

Phew!

This time it was Rakshasa who staggered back.

"I think you are the one who has lost all your strength, right?"

"Haha...you really dare to say that..."

Rakshasa spat out the blood foam in his mouth and strode forward.

Qingden matched Rakshasa's pace and moved forward.

The two of them swung their swords three more times.

For the first time, both sides' attacks failed.

The second time, their bodies were both splattered with blood.

The third time, as if being bounced away, Qingdeng and Rakshasa retreated at the same time, opening up the space.

"Huh...huh...huh...huh...uhhhh...! Huh...huh..."

"Haaah...haaa...haaa...haaah...gupu! Cough cough cough! Haa...ha..."

The two of them were in similar postures - leaning on the ground with their swords to support their bodies.

"You are... really durable..."

When Rakshasa heard this, he grinned.

"Hmph...you don't have to give in too much...what do you think? Do you still have the strength to swing the sword?"

"You don't have to worry about it."

Qingdeng raised his sword in response to Rakshasa.

"Very good...tonight is indeed a pleasant night...!"

With that said, Rakshasa took a deep breath, suppressed the pain, stood up, faced Qingdeng, and slowly changed his position.

When Qingdeng saw this, he immediately understood Rakshasa's intention.

He silently moved his steps sideways, and while keeping a certain distance from the other party, he walked towards the center of the room with Rakshasa.

On their west side is a lookout with hollowed-out walls to facilitate Rakshasa to enjoy the beautiful scenery.

The moonlight shines from the west without any hindrance, illuminating their faces.

The dark night, the sparse stars, and the crescent moon hanging high in the sky all become the background to set off the two swordsmen!

"Come on... let's fight it out!"

Rakshasa lowered his waist, and Changyang's authentic silver blade disappeared back into its sheath.

"Bring your horses over here!"

As Qingden spoke, he flipped his right wrist, held it upside down, and also sheathed Vairocana.

The blade and the sheath were gently knocked together, making a crisp "click" sound.

The moment the two sides got into the Iai stance, the "power" escaped from them uncontrollably!

The two "powers" that collided again each occupied one end of the room and fought against each other!

This decisive battle has finally reached its final conclusion.

The time for the showdown between the man-eating evil ghost and the glaring King Kong has finally arrived!

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In order to highlight the fierceness of the battle between Qingdeng and Rakshasa as much as possible, the author spent a lot of thought when writing today's chapter. For example: try to reduce the detailed description of the battle and use more abstract ones that can help readers understand

Complementary words, such as "The beating sword light and the messy moon shadow" at the beginning of this chapter.

Because I spent a lot of time thinking about it, the number of words in today’s chapter is slightly shorter.

However, seeing that the quality of today’s chapter is still very high, please be sure to continue to vote for this book! (Leopard Head in tears)
Chapter completed!