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On the towering, solemn arena of the Sword Demon City, a chilling, murderous aura permeated the air. Shadow Sword Master Mo Ying, a master from the Shadow Demon City, clad in a black robe embellished with gold. The robe's texture seemed woven from the very essence of darkness, shimmering with a mysterious, shimmering light. His posture was erect, yet exuded an indescribable eeriness and gloom. The Shadow Sword, tightly grasped in Mo Ying's hand, was a dark and profound blade, as if condensed from endless darkness, capable of absorbing all light in the world and plunging it into eternal darkness. Mo Ying's face was largely shrouded in shadow, revealing only a pair of eyes that gleamed with a cold light. Those eyes, like a gaze from the depths of the abyss, were icy, merciless, and chilling.

Blood Demon Sword Master Xue Shang, hailing from the Red Blood Demon City, clad in blood-red armor, the magic patterns on it pulsing like flowing blood, constantly surging as if alive. Each pattern exuded a bloody and violent aura, terrifying and terrifying. He gripped the Blood Demon Sword tightly, its blade ablaze like fire, as if freshly drawn from a scalding furnace of blood, scorching and filled with murderous intent. A ferocious grin etched itself on Xue Shang's face, revealing a madness and bloodlust, as if he couldn't wait to rip his opponent to shreds and water his path to glory with blood.

The solemn ringing of the bell signaling the start of the match echoed through the air, like a death knell. Xue Shang launched a furious attack, his eyes wide as he roared, "Blood Demon Slash!" With a swipe of his Blood Demon Sword, a stream of blood-red energy surged towards Mo Ying like a surging, unstoppable wave of blood. Wherever the energy passed, the air was thick with the scent of blood, transforming the entire arena into a bloody slaughterhouse.

Mo Ying snorted coldly, his voice filled with disdain and contempt. "Shadow Escape!" In an instant, his figure seemed to merge into the dark abyss, disappearing without a trace. The blood-red sword energy missed, slamming fiercely into the ground of the arena with a loud bang, sending stone chips flying and leaving a deep sword mark.

Xue Shang's eyes widened, raging. "Blood Demon Tracking!" He frantically poured all his magical power into the sword, and the light on the Blood Demon Sword instantly surged. The previous sword energy seemed to come alive, searching for Mo Ying's traces. Wherever it went, the air was cut with a hissing sound.

At this moment, Mo Ying emerged from the darkness like a ghost. "Shadow Assault!" he shouted, and the Shadow Sword pierced Xue Shang with a sharp sound. The dark aura around the sword snaked out like a venomous snake, trying to devour Xue Shang's life force.

The two clashed swords on the ring, each move imbued with deadly menace. Their figures moved as swiftly as lightning, and the clash of swords emitted a piercing whistle, sending sparks flying. The demonic audience in the audience clenched their fists nervously, their eyes fixed on the ring, fearing to miss a single exciting moment.

The battle between Mo Ying and Xue Shang intensified. Mo Ying's form was as elusive as a ghost, constantly moving through the darkness at such a speed that only a blurry shadow remained. Every time Xue Shang's fierce, blood-fueled attack came at him, Mo Ying was able to dodge it at an incredible angle and speed, as if he had become one with the darkness, a natural barrier for him.

Xue Shang's rage intensified, his eyes turning blood red, as if they were about to bleed. "The Blood Demon is furious!" His roar seemed to pierce the soul, chilling people to the bone. The light from the Blood Demon Sword grew stronger, and a suffocating blood energy surged from the blade, forming a massive blood ball. The blood ball rolled and moved, crushing everything with a force that could crush it, crushing Mo Ying. Wherever it passed, the air was dyed red, as if the entire world were engulfed in a sea of ​​blood.

Mo Ying felt an unprecedented pressure. The aura emanating from the blood ball caused the darkness around him to tremble. But his gaze grew ever more resolute, like a star in the darkness, eternally extinguished. "Shadow obscures the sun!" He thrust his Shadow Sword into the ground, muttering to himself. Instantly, a darkness as thick as ink surged around him, like a gigantic monster, baring its fangs and claws as it charged towards the blood ball. The two forces clashed, and for a moment, the entire arena was enveloped by these two extreme forces. Light and darkness intertwined, forming a strange and spectacular scene.

Under the powerful impact, deep cracks began to appear on the arena, spreading rapidly like a spider web. The powerful force swept up the gravel, causing it to fly through the air before being crushed into powder.

Mo Ying seized the opportunity to launch a counterattack. His figure leaped from the darkness like lightning, so fast that it was impossible to see clearly. The Shadow Sword flashed with a dark light and pierced Xue Shang's chest. This strike was carried with the determination to burn the boats and the momentum to move forward.

Xue Shang quickly swung his sword to block. "Dang!" The two swords collided, emitting a sharp metallic clash that echoed through the air, threatening to puncture one's eardrums. Sparks flew everywhere, like brilliant fireworks blooming in the night sky. The powerful impact numbed both men's arms slightly.

At this moment, Mo Ying suddenly unleashed a surge of dark power. This force, like a black torrent, flowed along Xue Shang's sword and instantly into his body. Xue Shang groaned, his body trembling slightly, and his face turned pale. The dark power raged within him, destroying his meridians and the flow of his magic power.

Mo Ying seized the opportunity, launching another flurry of attacks. His sword moves were like a venomous snake in the darkness, cunning and deadly. Each strike carried a chilling murderous intent, piercing Xue Shang's vital points.

Mo Ying's attacks became increasingly fierce, each sword aimed at Xue Shang's vital points. Under the influence of the dark power, Xue Shang's movements were slightly slowed down, but he was a battle-hardened warrior after all, and he still resisted stubbornly.

"Blood Demon Guard!" Xue Shang shouted, and the blood energy on the Blood Demon Sword condensed to form a layer of blood-colored shield, barely blocking some of Mo Ying's attacks.

However, Mo Ying's offensive did not slow down at all. His body was as fast as the wind, and he kept swinging his sword around Xue Shang, and the dark aura became stronger and stronger.

Beads of sweat rolled down Xue Shang's forehead. He knew that if he continued like this, he would surely lose. "Blood Demon Blaze!" He used his final move. The blood energy on the Blood Demon Sword ignited, transforming into a huge ball of flame that swept in all directions.

Mo Ying had to temporarily avoid the attack and leap backwards.

Xue Shang took the opportunity to adjust his breath and prepare to meet Mo Ying's next attack.

Mo Ying sneered and rushed forward again, starting an even more intense life-and-death battle with Xue Shang.

Mo Ying was like a black shadow, instantly breaking through the flame barrier formed by the explosion of Xue Shang's blood demon. The shadow sword, carrying endless dark power, went straight to Xue Shang's throat.

Xue Shang widened his eyes, revealing a hint of despair, but still fought desperately, "Blood Demon Reunion!" He poured all his magic power into the Blood Demon Sword, and the sword shone brightly, colliding with Mo Ying's Shadow Sword.

"Boom!" The massive energy impact caused the entire arena to shake violently, sending debris flying. Mo Ying and Xue Shang were both knocked back several steps by the force.

A trace of blood oozed from the corner of Mo Ying's mouth, but his eyes remained cold and resolute. Xue Shang knelt on one knee, breathing heavily, clearly at the end of his strength.

"It's over!" Mo Ying roared and rushed forward with his sword again.

At this critical moment, Xueshang suddenly revealed a strange smile, "Let's die together!" An extremely evil blood energy burst out of his body, instantly enveloping the two of them.

There was an exclamation from the audience, and everyone was worried about Mo Ying.

However, when the blood dissipated, only Mo Ying was seen standing in the center of the ring with a sword in one hand, while Xue Shang had fallen to the ground and lost consciousness.

The entire audience fell silent, then erupted into thunderous cheers. Mo Ying raised his head with difficulty, a hint of a triumphant smile on his face.