Chapter 212 The Clash of Sword and Spear

The masked man's attack came towards Ling Tian like a violent storm. His figure was like a black whirlwind, carrying with it endless murderous intent.

Each move carried a deadly threat. The masked man waved his arms like a phantom, and the spear in his hand flashed with a cold light, stabbing at Ling Tian's vitals at a tricky angle and at a swift speed.

Wherever the spear passed, the air was torn apart, making a sharp whistling sound. The masked man's eyes were full of madness and determination, as if he wanted to kill Ling Tian in an instant.

His steps were heavy and powerful, and each step left deep footprints on the ground, as if the earth was shaking under his anger.

However, Ling Tian's figure was as agile as a ghost. His figure was as light as a swallow, and he moved freely among the attacks of the masked man. Ling Tian's footsteps seemed to glide on the water, and every move was just right to avoid the fatal blow of the masked man.

The sword in his hand seemed to have life, accurately blocking the masked man's attacks time and time again.

The collision of sword and spear splashed countless sparks, and each collision was as deafening as thunder. Ling Tian's eyes were focused and calm, and his breathing was steady and rhythmic, not disturbed at all by the fierce attack of the masked man.

"Hmph, is this all you're capable of?" the masked man roared. His voice seemed to come from the depths of hell, filled with endless anger and unwillingness.

The masked man's facial muscles were twisted with anger, making him look particularly ferocious. He swung the spear in his hand even more fiercely, like a raging dragon, trying to break through Ling Tian's defense with the momentum of destroying everything.

The spear drew arcs in the air, causing a gust of wind and sweeping the surrounding dust into the air. The masked man stared at Ling Tian intently, as if he wanted to pierce through him with his gaze.

Ling Tian's eyes shone, and he shot back, "This is just the beginning!"

His voice was not loud, but full of determination and confidence. Ling Tian's eyes flashed with determination, his body leaned forward slightly, and he held the sword in his hand tighter.

Under the strong pressure from the masked man, Ling Tian's aura not only did not weaken, but became even stronger. His breath was like a burning flame, hot and violent. Every breath he took seemed to ignite the surrounding air.

Ling Tian's figure instantly became blurred, as if he had merged into the wind, and he launched a counterattack against the masked man at an elusive speed and angle.

The sword in his hand stabbed, chopped, and swept like a storm. Every movement was clean and neat, full of resolute momentum.

The sword swept through the air, bringing up sharp air currents that seemed to tear apart the surrounding space.

Each attack was powerful, as if it came from an endless abyss, containing the power to destroy everything. His arm muscles were tense, veins bulged, and he poured all his strength into each strike.

At the same time, each attack had a precise angle, as if it had been carefully calculated, accurately targeting the masked man's flaws and weaknesses.

Swords and spears kept colliding, and the sound of "ding-dong-dong" was endless. The crisp collision sound intertwined into a fierce battle movement on the battlefield, and every note was full of tension and danger.

Every collision created countless sparks, which bloomed between the two people like bright stars, instantly illuminating their faces covered with sweat and determination.

Ling Tian's swordsmanship was sharp and exquisite, and each move contained profound martial arts attainments and combat wisdom. His sword moves were like endless waves, one after another, leaving the masked man no chance to breathe.

Each sword was like a surging wave, rushing towards the masked man with unstoppable momentum. His figure was like catkins in the wind, light and agile, perfectly integrated with the sword in his hand, making it difficult to grasp.

The masked man seemed a little flustered under Ling Tian's fierce attack. Although he tried his best to resist, he still couldn't completely avoid every attack of Ling Tian.

Sword marks continued to appear on the masked man's body, some deep, some shallow, crisscrossing. Each sword mark was like a ruthless carving knife, leaving a mark of battle on his body.

The blood instantly dyed his clothes red, like blooming blood flowers. The bright red spread over his body, shocking.

Blood flowed down his body and dripped onto the ground, forming small pools of blood.

However, the masked man did not retreat because of his injuries. His eyes were still burning with an indomitable fighting spirit. He held the spear tightly and continued to stubbornly resist Ling Tian's attack.

Although there was almost no intact place on the masked man's body, criss-crossing wounds covered his body like a broken spider web.

Blood gushed out from the deep wound, flowing down his body like a flood, forming pools of blood at his feet. Every drop of blood seemed to be a countdown to the passing of life.

However, he seemed to feel no pain at all. His face, which should have been distorted by severe pain, now only showed endless madness and determination.

The masked man's eyes seemed to be burning with two balls of raging fire, hot and violent. His crazy gaze was fixed on Ling Tian, ​​as if he wanted to imprint his figure in the depths of his soul.

He continued to attack Ling Tian, ​​but his movements were no longer as sharp and orderly as at the beginning. Each attack seemed so hasty and weak.

But his fearless aura became stronger and stronger, as if he had already put life and death aside, with only one thought in his mind, which was to defeat Ling Tian in front of him.

"What's wrong with this guy?" Ling Tian was secretly surprised. He stared at the masked man, trying to find a trace of rationality in him, but found that the masked man had already been swallowed by endless madness.

The masked man roared, his voice like a wounded beast, full of pain and anger.

Every roar seemed to vent all the pain and unwillingness in his heart. The sound echoed in the empty battlefield, making people shudder.

His throat had become hoarse from excessive yelling, but he ignored it and continued to make that terrifying sound.

His movements had lost their original rhythm and became chaotic. The original smooth attack rhythm was gone, and every swing of the spear seemed so stiff and clumsy.

But even so, every move he made was filled with a reckless determination, as if he was willing to use his life as the final bargaining chip to fight Ling Tian to the death.

The masked man staggered, his body swaying, but he still supported himself with a strong will. His clothes had long been stained with blood, hanging on his body in tatters, fluttering with his movements, adding a bit of tragic atmosphere.