Chapter 80: He's strong, I'm stronger, a fierce charge against the scorching sun

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  If there was someone watching from the side, they would definitely be shocked and their jaw would drop. All of this came too suddenly and was too strange.

  Ximen Yu's figure, borrowing the momentum of the void, was so fast that it almost disappeared. However, the aura bursting out of his handprint did not disappear with his figure.

  On the contrary, Qin Wushuang only felt that countless butterflies were flying back and forth in the void. These residual shadows were obviously the handprints of Ximen Yu.

  So quick on the draw, so strong of a handprint.

  Qin Wushuang let Ximen Yu take the lead, so he naturally had his own ideas. Unchanging to respond to all changes, standing firm and unwavering, a single palm held horizontally in front of his chest.

  A brilliant light shines in his eyes, as if he is capturing something.

  In fact, at this speed, relying on visual observation is far from enough.

  Qin Wushuang can be said to be openly repairing the plank road, secretly passing through Chen Cang. His ear roots were lightly moving, and he truly relied on his hearing.

  At this point of confrontation, hearing is far more reliable than sight.

  You can't suppress attacks to the point of silence no matter how strong you are.

  As long as there is sound, listening to the wind can determine its location and will never go wrong.

  Ximen Yu's speed was getting faster and faster, like a whirlwind, also like a top, quickly circling around Qin Wushuang, drawing circles.

  He drew a circle with at least a dozen palm prints. And these palm prints, each one was avoiding the real and adhering to the virtual, without any actual force of urging to vomit.

  In other words, he hit a palm print, but the real killing power did not come out.

  But these hundreds and thousands of palm prints, virtual and real, if exchanged for a slightly weaker opponent, how can he judge which one will hit the truth?

  "Do you want to exhaust me with speed?" Qin Wushuang sneered inwardly, knowing that speed was his strong point. The same attack, if it were him, wouldn't require so much fuss; a single palm strike would be enough to surpass this flashy display of empty gestures.

  "In that case, let's play a game of speed." With that thought, Qin Wu Shuang lifted her legs and started spinning around in circles as well.

  This made the scene even more bizarre.

  One spin is fine, but two are following suit. It looks like the two are not even like masters competing, but rather like two people playing a game of tag.

  It's just that in this speed contest, both sides know that there is a lot to learn from each other. If one side slows down slightly, they might be waiting for their own attack, but it could also be the opponent's counterattack.

  Two figures spun like tops, whirling rapidly. The dust on the ground was blown up by their speed, slowly lifting yellow sand and swirling smoke.

  In the yellow sand, two black shadows chased each other, and it was impossible to tell who was chasing whom.

  Nor did he know how many laps he had turned, but Xi Men Yu became more and more frightened as he turned. If he said that before, he was turning circles beside Qin Wu Shuang just to test Qin Wu Shuang's patience and psychological quality, so he didn't really use force for a long time.

  At this moment, he wanted to exert his strength, but couldn't catch an opportunity.

  They were circling each other, maintaining a distance that allowed them to attack but made it impossible to guarantee success.

  Ximen Yu wanted to shorten this distance, but sadly found that the initiative was not in his hands.

  Qin's speed was by no means inferior, and he had to admit that perhaps Qin's speed was even superior to his own.

  After all, being able to maintain a constant distance while making high-speed turns proves that the other party is more than capable of controlling their speed!

  In other words, it is possible for the other party to slow down or speed up.

  And he, if slowing down, momentum weakens, may face being attacked from both sides.

  Wanted to speed up again, but had already reached his speed limit.

  "It seems that in a pure speed contest, this Qin family child is not weaker than me!" Ximen Yun's mind was racing, "Use one's own strengths to attack the enemy's weaknesses! Qin family child's speed is fast, but after all, he is young and his internal energy cultivation is insufficient. As long as I use one palm, I can absolutely make him break his bones and render his entire cultivation useless!"

  Ximen Yu had been through a hundred battles and still had great confidence in his own cultivation. He had never doubted his own strength. The true martial realm of the ninth stage, all were tempered by countless blood and fire baptisms, forged from countless killings and tempering.

  At this thought, Ximen Yu suddenly let out a low whistle and his body abruptly withdrew from the circle.

  Take a step back, not really retreating, but to better stop the attack. Lure in with the intention of capturing, expand space, and launch his fatal blow.

  "Haha, Ximen Yan, you're getting cold feet?"

  Qin Wushuang would not show mercy, and he did not allow Ximen Yu to retreat. He knew that Ximen Yu's retreat was not due to fear, but because he must have an even more ruthless killing move.

  But when facing a strong enemy, Qin Musou had two lifetimes of experience and was in no way inferior to Ximen Yu. With one glance, he thoroughly understood the situation.

  Ximen Yu couldn't sit still in this speed battle.

  Since ancient times, in battles, whether it's two armies clashing or individual confrontations, they all emphasize the importance of morale.

  While the momentum is there, it's not a problem to surge across the starry river; but if that momentum passes, the momentum will inevitably decline, from prosperity to decline, and brewing a second wave of momentum would be quite troublesome.

  Qin Wushuang took a big step, and the true energy of Flame Yang ran through his body for one cycle, just like a blazing red sun bursting out from the eastern horizon, which was white as fish belly, stirring restlessly, ready to burst out of the clouds at any moment.

  An aura suddenly burst forth and filled the sky.

  He is strong, I am stronger, one breath blows away the scorching sun!

  All the dust, all the yellow sand, and all the flying bamboo leaves formed a large whirlpool that swept behind Qin Wushuang.

  In an instant, Qin Wushuang seemed to transform into a golden body, with layers of red light swelling on his skin.

  Extreme yang, I am the blazing sun!

  In an instant, Qin Wushuang's will to fight reached a peak.

  A loud shout of "Hummph!", palms crossed, a swift arrow step forward, and one palm pushed out flatly. No fancy moves, no extra actions.

  Grand and majestic, yet simple and subtle!

  Boom!

  An unstoppable momentum, a forward-pushing palm force, directly engulfing the entire space within.

  Ximen Yu's speed battle has already fallen into a disadvantage. If he continues to retreat, it would be equivalent to selling his own body to the opponent and becoming a target for them.

  Under these circumstances, he had no choice.

  This punch can only be met head-on!

  It was just that moment, and Ximen Yu's mind couldn't calm down, flashing countless thoughts, including the pride of a young man's success, the glory of a lifetime of military campaigns, and the majesty of becoming a leader...

  Rarely has he met his match in life.

  At this moment, a formidable opponent finally appeared, forcing him to be on his guard!

  As if it was predestined in fate, a palm print that seemed to have been arranged by the heavens.

  This palm, they have no way out of each other.

  Go all out, without reservation.

  Boom!

  A low hum, two figures merged and separated, suddenly darting in opposite directions.

  The ground where the two had stood earlier now showed a huge pit, big enough to bury twenty people!

  The surrounding area of the pit is like a field that has been plowed, with deep gullies and ditches.

  Dakong two heads, Ximen Yu and Qin Wushuang each stood on one side, their expressions were cold and unyielding, not relaxing in the slightest, apparently also on guard against the opponent's second attack.

  The scenery is the same, but the mood is vastly different.

  Especially Ximen Yu, his heart was shocked like a raging tide. He could hardly believe that the power of the previous explosion, he didn't even get half the benefit.

  To know that just now, in that one move, between the spark of electricity and the flash of lightning, there was no room for either side to have any thought, every action was 100% all-out effort.

  They clashed with their strongest forces, and the result was...

  A true master of the ninth rank of the Dharma Realm, the great patriarch, yet he didn't even get half a discount.

  Don't look at his majestic appearance, in fact, the previous explosion almost made his internal organs shift, and the shock in his heart is imaginable.

  Qin Wushuang was no better off, secretly sighing in his heart. After all, he had still underestimated the strength of a true martial artist at the 9th stage of the Zhenwu Realm. Using all his might, it was just a stalemate.

  However, Qin Wushuang has always been overbearing and was even called "Martial Madman" in his past life. In his martial arts training, he often made crazy moves.

  At this time, he just came back to his senses, and with a sneer at the corner of his mouth, he said provocatively: "Ximen Qianyu, this palm, doesn't taste good, does it?"

  "You're not much better yourself!" Ximen Yu said coldly.

  It wasn't until now that he finally put down all the so-called pride and self-esteem, truly putting Qin Wubai in the ranks of an opponent worthy of matching him!

  "A master's duel, wanting to retreat unscathed is a disrespect to the opponent. But I want to ask Ximen Qianyu one thing, with my skills, if I were to fight you without holding back, can I kill everyone in your household except for you?"

  This sentence is neither fast nor slow, but it carries a hint of madness.

  Even if Xi Men Yu remained calm, he couldn't help but be shocked and lose his composure. The gaze with which he looked at Qin Wu Xiang had completely lost its previous condescending meaning.

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