Chapter 34 (1/2)
Qingchen stood in a pile of corpses, standing between the overflowing blood. The blood of those corpses kept gathering towards his whole body. On his body, a faint red light lingered around him, until there was a tendency to transform into strong black gas.
Ground corpse and blood gas, gradually wither dry!
In front of his chest, the blood flowing crack was full of red light and finally healed with the speed visible to the naked eye under the moistening of endless blood.
”Nie Chen, launch all means to fight with me!” Qingchen opened his mouth, and the scorn in his eyes disappeared. What remained was a keen sense of war and a faint sense of admiration!
”Next, you will die!” Nie Chen's voice did not change. His attitude towards Qingchen and other enemies would not change because of other people's attitude towards themselves!
”Is it? Can you win me The arrogance of the dust suddenly reappeared in his eyebrows.
But this arrogance is not as from the previous self-confidence, but from Nie Chen's distrust of him, out of the heart of the enemy's provocation!
There is a difference between these two kinds of arrogance. One comes from inner strength, and the other comes from spontaneous anger when others question themselves.
This latter kind of arrogance, in fact, is an admission of defeat in the mentality. It is a kind of inexplicable doubt of one's own subconscious ability.
”Just now I was too light on the enemy and careless. I was hit in the same part by you all the time. Now, you don't have a chance like that again Between the dust fists, the red breath whizzed around.
The sound of Zheng Zheng sounded, but it was a flash of red light. On the top of Qingchen's head, four red swords were arranged in a row, sinking and floating, and the breath was frightening.
These four swords are blood killers at a glance. They are stained with the blood of countless people!
”In order to defeat me, you have admitted your weakness from the very beginning. Now, if you do it again, the result will be the same! ” Nie dust did not show the color of contempt, but as always, cold and hoarse mouth.
”Then war!” Qingchen conceals her anger in her heart, and takes Nie dust from the cold. Nie Chen is full of evil Qi and resolutely meets him.
The two men began to repeat the physical confrontation, the roaring sound reverberated in the battlefield.
Smoke and dust, sand and gusts of breath, mixed together, forming bursts of vigorous wind, spread out!
This time, however, they did not retain any strength. Nie Chen is covered with black armor. In his body, the rolling evil gas gushes out, which blesses Nie Chen's body, making him faster, stronger and more resilient!
In his hand, the sword Qi burst out, and the black edge puffed and hissed. In coordination with his attack and body shape, the sword shadow was crisscross, like a wave, rapidly changing, and the magic Qi was clanking!
Qingchen is also doing his best. On top of his head, there are four red swords, whining excitedly and bloodthirsty, and collide with Nie Chen's sword.
And the dust of the whole body, dark red around, blessing his extremely powerful body. And that kind of breath, integrated into his fists and feet, just like the skills just displayed, combined with his martial arts skills, hidden murders, not showing the edge!
”It's hard to predict which is stronger or weaker, but Nie Chen, you won't lose!” In zique's mind, he recalled Nie Chen's former toughness, clenched his fists and said sonorously.
”Qingchen is really strong, but in terms of rousen, the strength of the two men is equal.” After observing for a long time, Fang Mu finally said, ”but those four swords made me feel a kind of dangerous Qi!”
”Be careful, Nie Chen!” Purple wind did not open his mouth, carefully looking at the changes in the battlefield, in his heart, as if in prayer.
”You must win Many slaves, the color of hope in their eyes, turned into the fire of desire, forming a sound wave of cheering and refueling, which was exciting.
”The dust is really strong...” But many people, are shocked, Mu Lu sighed.
These slaves, who used to be monks, could naturally compare themselves with themselves, but they knew clearly that they were not the opponents of the dust!
”Nie Chen is no weaker than him. What is the result of the battle between the two dust?”
”Pray, our life and death will be decided by the outcome of this battle...” Some of the more sober slaves watched eagerly what was going on in the battlefield, though they could only see the shadows of swords crisscrossing across and over, and the shadows moving rapidly and sometimes interlacing.
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”Ha ha, you won't have the chance to tear the wound that you desire. How can you defeat me?” Qingchen's fist, no longer so light and fluttering, but has become a bit domineering, with some big ingenious meaning.
On the contrary, Nie Chen is still cautious, as in the beginning, some are passive. He is not only afraid of the opponent's fist, but also seriously avoid Qingchen's four sharp swords!
These four swords are special. They are very fast and penetrating. Just a moment ago, one of the swords crossed his shoulder and broke the black armor on his body.However, although he was passive, he did not show any panic. Between his fists and feet, the black sword awn stretched and stretched orderly, which was frightening. Occasionally, the sword awn disappeared and became a simple fist attack. Such a way of fighting also makes it impossible to defend against the dust. Sometimes it seems a little unprepared!
After three years of being a slave, Nie Chen fought again in Qing Dynasty. Although I haven't practiced for three years, I haven't fallen behind at all.
He knew clearly that it was impossible for this mortal body to break through such a small wound as before. In this way, it would be very difficult to defeat him.
He simply no longer careful, no longer clever, but the Epee without a front, he also began to do his best to attack, to fight!