Having exchanged over 1,000 blows with Su Mo, Liu Canyang was weakening.
He now looked like he suddenly lost much more weight. His skin stretched tight over his matchstick bones.
He had lost almost half of his Qi blood.
He grew anxious, and sweat beaded on his forehead.
He knew that he had to end Su Mo's life as soon as possible, or he would face a certain defeat as the battle lasted longer.
"Sky Snake Swordsmanship!"
Liu Canyang roared and strengthened his attack. He made every blow fatal, and his long sword flashed as he insanely swung at Su Mo.
"Haha! Are you mad?"
Rather than taking the strikes, Su Mo accelerated to dodge them, with a flicker of amusement in his cold eyes. His movements were as quick as a blur.
He had managed to devour a large part of his opponent's genuine Qi and Blood Qi. As Liu Canyang was getting weaker, Su Mo gained the upper hand.
In this case, only a fool would tamely take the strikes.