But in the next mont, where the Spring Equinox Scissors passed, their hair fluttered, but their legs suddenly clamped tight, as if an invisible set of tongs had caught them midway.
That was because Duan Yun had added a "romantic toy" into the Spring Equinox Scissors!
One mont it was the Poison Dragon Drill, the next the Spring Equinox Scissors, and even the "Xuanxiong Palm" dangling on the line swayed along, as if applauding and cheering.
In just over ten breaths, the two sides had exchanged about thirty moves, and the man’s spear banners had doubled from two to four, thrusting out in overlapping shadows.
Duan Yun continued to intertwine knife and sword, incessantly cutting and striking.
Others moved fast, he moved fast; others slowed, he slowed.
The opera-like man initially felt he had the upper hand and a slight advantage, but by this ti, he sensed sothing was amiss.
The opponent’s endurance was strong!
"Yiya ya ya ya!"
"Give your life!"
As his operatic tone grew louder, the spear banners in his hands moved faster.
At the sa ti, everyone present experienced a strange sensation, as if this operatic tone was not newly emitted but ca from a distant ancient past.
This ancient past was mysterious and desolate, and the operatic sound seed to travel from the barren grass of antiquity to the courtyard of today, filled with the heavy and decaying taste of ti, making one’s heart pound.
But suddenly the sound halted, as a foot had kicked into the man’s groin.
His flower boy’s face twitched, and he said sullenly, "Another dirty trick like this, yiya ya ya~ ah!"
His operatic tone shook again, as the sa spot got hit with another kick, and his toe was stepped on by the opponent.
In a fit of rage, the man also stomped out, intending to step on Duan Yun’s toe, only to cry out in pain and hop back.
Because his foot had just stepped on Duan Yun’s Toe Sword.
It was like stepping on a nail!
By this ti, the man, although struggling to maintain elegance, had a face that turned red, both from anger and pain.
"Cunning, deceitful!"
"White mist!"
With a puff, it seed as if the man bit his tongue and spat.
But what flew out was not fresh red blood, but white mist!
"Rolling dust!"
With a boom, the white mist suddenly ignited like rolling flas and rushed towards Duan Yun.
Even Duan Yun had to raise his knife and sword to sweep left and right, shifting to a defensive stance.
This fla, transford from white mist, felt peculiar, as if it carried an odd magnetism, affecting the flow of one’s Qi-Blood.
Duan Yun had no choice but to quicken his pace, as he realized that following the influence on his body’s Qi-Blood, his speed was half a beat slower than expected.
To keep pace, he could only move half a beat faster.
It can only be said that his control over his body was perfected to a rare degree, sothing even Grandmasters or figures from major sects could not achieve with such rapid adjustnts.
The flas swept in like rolling red dust.
"Rolling dust" scattered in the air, causing the movents of those around to slow down.
Two nude ladies revealed surprised expressions, and their clear tongues showed vivid scars, as if their movents were in slow motion.
Those were the wounds left from licking this person before.
Amidst this slowness, a few streaks of cold gleam suddenly sped up.
Little Yin, observing Duan Yun’s fight, had been relaxed, for she could tell Duan Yun was handling it with ease, but as those streaks of cold light appeared, her expression turned worried.
Because they were hidden in that "rolling red dust," not only fast but also very insidious.
She could perceive it from the outskirts, but for Duan Yun, in the midst of the red dust, it was difficult to notice.
Four spear banners suddenly pierced through the "dust" towards Duan Yun’s vital points.
Almost simultaneously, Duan Yun’s knife and sword, along with his feet, moved as well.
The four guns struck, sinister and fierce, yet Duan Yun’s hands and feet were not idle.
The knife and sword fended off two spears, while his feet simultaneously shot out toe swords, colliding with them.
In an instant, the terrifying explosion bood, jarring eardrums, and after the collision, there was a brief separation.
But just then, the operatic man suddenly shouted, "The Poison Dragon remains!"
His head whipped around, and two spear banners lunged at Duan Yun like a poison dragon.
It turned out that sohow, the spear banners that should have been on his back had been placed at his head, launching this unexpected attack.
Seeing this, Duan Yun laughed heartily, "Interesting."
Almost at the sa ti, his knife and sword waved back into their sheaths, while his hands struck out.
Today, let show you the prowess of the Young Hero’s fingers!
"Heart-to-Heart Clasp!"
This ti, it was Little Yin who answered.
Whether it was herself or Lu Zhao of the Great Brightness Sect, they had witnessed the power of this move, so it left a deep impression.
Two streaks of firelight appeared, as the dragon-like spears collided with Duan Yun’s fingers.
Duan Yun clamped the two spear banners with his fingers.
Due to the sheer speed and force of these spears, Duan Yun’s feet involuntarily retreated several steps until his back broke through a wall and ca to a stop.
And just then, Duan Yun’s fingers twisted, the spear banners snapped, and the spearheads, along with a part of the shafts, rebounded, stabbing straight towards the man’s chest.
The man couldn’t dodge in ti and let out a cry; his chest now had two protruding broken spears, from which the blood spurted, eerily akin to the white mist from his mouth, as if he were spraying milk.
Duan Yun, after landing a strike, couldn’t help but mimic that operatic tone, "Give your life!"
As he executed the Cloud Clearing Palm with both hands, aiming at the spewing spearheads.
The man’s hands rose to block, but alas, he was half a beat too slow.
The layer upon layer of palm force slamd into the broken spearheads on his chest, driving them deeper with trendous shudders.
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