How many punches was that?

Not many people had the patience to keep counting, but Song Qiying knew the number with perfect clarity.

164 punches!

Against this wall, his Changhe Luori (Long River Setting Sun) had unleashed a full 164 punches. Against ordinary attacks, the wall on the first floor seemed extremely sturdy.

But after 164 punches, the wall was covered in cracks, and many places were no longer smooth.

Song Qiying took a deep breath.

Almost there.

Although he didn't have the Xingxin team's clear and accurate understanding of the wall's sturdiness, during today's match, after the duels of the previous players, their Batian's vice-captain Zhang Xinjie had already made a rough calculation of these things based on some situations in the match.

The wall had also been given a health value, although it was a range, but since it was data proposed by Zhang Xinjie, that range must be accurate.

165, 166, 167...

After another three punches, Changhe Luori temporarily stopped.

Next, they would enter the range. Song Qiying didn't plan to test it one punch at a time anymore. He was going to use a big move, to completely blast it open with one strike.

He wasn't sure if Xingxin's Qiao Yifan was still on the other side, but he would make complete preparations, as if Qiao Yifan was still there, as if he had already laid out a full array of ghost formations waiting for him.

Using more than 160 punches to take down a wall, and that was without being sure if the opponent on the other side would leave.

This method was a bit foolish, but it was very effective.

At least he wouldn't have to worry about walking into an ambush.

Because Song Qiying knew very well who his opponent was, and what class he was. In that room, the ghostblade would completely cover it with ghost formations. This was obviously the reason why the opponent had chosen that room.

After playing so many rounds, Batian had already seen a lot about this map.

Then, the final strike!

A strike that would destroy the wall and launch an attack at the same time!

Song Qiying took another deep breath.

Punch!

Meng Hu Luan Wu (Fierce Tiger Flurry), directly using the level 70 ultimate move Fierce Tiger Flurry.

In an instant, countless fists and feet swept onto the wall; in an instant, the entire wall collapsed with a bang; in an instant, Changhe Luori had already continued to dart forward.

Through the collapsed brick and stone fragments, Song Qiying had already seen that Yicun Hui (One Inch Ash) was standing properly at the end of the wall, holding a knife in one hand, horizontally in front of his chest.

Ghost formation?

Song Qiying first confirmed the position of Yicun Hui, and the second glance could confirm whether there were any ghost formations around.

None, there was none?

Although even if there were ghost formations in place, Song Qiying would have let Changhe Luori charge up to kill him, but after discovering that there weren't any, he felt a strange feeling in his heart.

But the heroes of Batian would never retreat after making a decision.

Fierce Tiger Flurry did not stop, and charged straight up, stepping on the ruins.

All the spectators widened their eyes and watched all this, but everyone's eyes were almost not on Changhe Luori at this time. Including the TV broadcast lens at this time, it was not aimed at this fierce tiger-like rushing character either.

The camera was aimed at the ceiling above his head.

Just as Changhe Luori smashed the wall and strode up, the ceiling suddenly began to fall.

The audience obviously knew this possibility long ago. From the God's perspective, they had been seeing Qiao Yifan manipulating Yicun Hui to busy himself with this.

But even at this time, someone screamed.

Compared to the wall, the ceiling was much more fragile. Just when Changhe Luori punched the wall, Qiao Yifan also manipulated Yicun Hui, jumping, and with one knife after another, he slashed out three deep marks.

So when the wall collapsed, this ceiling, which was already a bit shaky, lost its final support.

The wall fell, and the roof collapsed.

But the similar sound effects made Song Qiying not notice this at first. When he realized it, he only felt a shadow covering his vision.

Song Qiying immediately realized what was happening.

Fierce Tiger Flurry.

He continued to control Changhe Luori, and even blasted the collapsing ceiling apart.

"Good!!" Song Qiying's toughness made Batian's loyal fans cheer from the bottom of their hearts.

But at this time, the snow-patterned light in Yicun Hui's hand flickered, and the ghost formation had already descended.

Qiao Yifan could roughly judge when Song Qiying's Changhe Luori could break through the wall, but he did not lay down the ghost formation in advance.

Because the ghost formation was not a wall, not a fortress that people could not enter. Since Song Qiying had already made a strong attack, even if there was a ghost formation on the ground, he would definitely step into it with a choice.

Exposing the ghost formation to the opponent in advance would instead let the opponent know how to advance and retreat, which would not be good.

So Qiao Yifan didn't make a move in advance, until the battle was triggered, the opponent forced up, and there was no way to retreat, then he made a move!

This was the demeanor of a professional player, and the biggest difference in awareness between professional players and ordinary players.

And the tricks done to the ceiling had the effect of distracting Song Qiying's attention, putting him in a dilemma of advancing and retreating.

Song Qiying chose a simple and direct method.

So Qiao Yifan was not polite, and followed his simple and direct method, carefully arranging his layout.

Just loosening the ceiling like this, at the beginning, not many people thought of it.

Anzhen (Dark Formation)!

The first thing Yicun Hui released was the Dark Formation that blinded the character.

Changhe Luori, who had just struggled out of the smashed ceiling, had already lost the opportunity to interrupt the chanting. At this time, the ghost formation fell, and other than quickly avoiding the range of the ghost formation, there was no other way.

Charge!

Changhe Luori continued to charge.

But only two steps later, he had already lost his sight because of the Dark Formation's coverage.

Song Qiying's vision was already pitch black, but his operation did not stop, Changhe Luori was still continuing to charge forward, towards the position where Yicun Hui was in his impression, and threw out his fist.

Beng Quan (Crushing Fist)!

The fist came out, hunting and making noise. But there was no way Qiao Yifan couldn't even avoid the opponent's groping attack. Yicun Hui had already retreated lightly.

The impression left in Song Qiying's mind had ceased to exist at this point. He only knew that this punch had not hit, but where did Yicun Hui go? Left? Right? Behind? Left behind? Right behind?

Without any hesitation, Changhe Luori punched again, took a step forward, and Double Tiger Palms!

"Ah!!" A cry of surprise rang out from the scene.

Song Qiying's vision was clearly still pitch black, but this step, this pair of Tiger Palms, seemed to completely see Yicun Hui's position. Positioning, palm strike, extremely tit-for-tat.

The opened palms covered a large space all at once, left and right were no longer directions that Yicun Hui could dodge.

He could only retreat again!

Pa!

The double palms did not hit any target. This was just the collision of the palm and the air when it finally exerted its force, but it also shook out such a crisp sound.

Two strikes, both missed.

But these were all two strikes that Song Qiying made in the dark. According to the idea of ordinary people, being shrouded in the Dark Formation was already the rhythm of being slaughtered, who would have thought that Song Qiying's Changhe Luori would still be advancing step by step, forcing Qiao Yifan to have no way to continue his offensive.

Qiao Yifan was also a little annoyed in his heart. He regretted that he hadn't moved over a large area from the beginning, dodging completely.

Song Qiying guessed his position with both strikes. The first strike was an impression, what about the second strike? This was probably just his indomitable spirit.

In the dark, in the case of not knowing how to choose the way out, Batian's players would only go forward.

He should have considered this from the beginning. Even without a large-scale shift, he shouldn't have retreated. Retreating was exactly in line with the advance that Batian's players liked!

Double Tiger Palms forced Qiao Yifan to have no other positioning direction other than retreat, but in this retreat, he finally counterattacked. Although he knew that this would completely expose his position, but if Song Qiying continued to force him like this, the Dark Formation would be wasted, and it was very likely that he would be taken advantage of in the dark.

Yueguang Zhan (Moonlight Slash)!

The sword flashed, and the wind rose.

Song Qiying couldn't see anything, but he could hear it.

It was a slash.

And the Yicun Hui in front of him was a ghostblade, and his slash skills were nothing more than the low-level ones.

Guizhan (Ghost Slash), Yueguang (Moonlight), Manyue (Full Moon).

Three skills, straight ahead, what kind of attack angle would there be?

Song Qiying's rigor allowed him to have an accurate calculation of these in an instant. He operated, and Changhe Luori's body shifted.

The audience exclaimed again.

This Moonlight Slash was actually dodged by Changhe Luori, dodged in pitch black, unable to see anything.

Xuanfeng Tui (Whirlwind Kick)!

Changhe Luori jumped up with his back turned, spun out a kick, and the wind of his leg swept over, completely enveloping Yicun Hui.

Not only did he dodge the attack, but he also made an accurate counterattack. The audience didn't know what to say anymore.

Hit!

Yicun Hui, who had no way to avoid it, could only take this kick head-on. The katana stood in front of him, and in a hurry, he made a swordsman's parry.

Yicun Hui was swept back, Changhe Luori landed, and with a tap of his toes, he jumped up again.

Fu Hu Teng Xiang (Crouching Tiger Soaring)!

Changhe Luori jumped up, chasing after Yicun Hui and stomping on him, looking like he couldn't see anything at all?

Again and again, the audience couldn't help but exclaim, not to mention Pan Lin's shouts in the broadcast.

Song Qiying's performance was wonderful, but Qiao Yifan didn't lose his fighting spirit because of this. Yicun Hui's posture of holding the knife was still stable, and he was ready to counterattack at any time. Because this attack should not hit!

Not hit!

As Qiao Yifan expected, Crouching Tiger Soaring ultimately stomped on air.

Song Qiying's attack rhythm and thinking were very accurate, but in the end, he couldn't see anything. The tricks that Qiao Yifan did when parrying were something that Song Qiying couldn't capture with his sense of touch.

The final result deviated from what he had expected.

Song Qiying was calm enough, but his opponent was not flustered either. In the astonishment of the audience's shouts, he was also calm. Blindness was a disadvantage, but he ultimately used it. His Dark Formation was definitely not wasted.

Manyue Zhan (Full Moon Slash)!

A knife followed behind Changhe Luori who was jumping in the air, hitting the back squarely, and sending him further, straight into the corner of the wall.

Then, the power of ghosts and gods flashed on the blade, the ice spirit was released, and the Bingzhen (Ice Formation) fell.

Then Huizhen (Ash Formation).

Then Wenzhen (Plague Formation).

Qiao Yifan calmly launched his offensive.