Chapter 239： 1 stream per day (1/2)
The harsh cry of the baby was immediately suppressed by Li Xianyu's huge mental power at the moment it sounded.
Infant Weeping Ghost Knife, the biggest deterrent effect is ineffective for enemies with strong mental power, but Li Xianyu still has to face up to several times stronger than the bamboo sword before.
”Ding!”
The symphony of Jin Tie spread throughout the hall. With two people as the center, the surrounding ground quickly cracked, gravel shot, and even hit the front-row audience. The two big bald referees on the ring were lucky at the same time, shattering the gravel like bullets, and the occasional omission was also blocked by the audience. Fortunately, they are not ordinary people, otherwise these gravels will cause huge casualties.
”Blocked? Why is it blocked?”
”Still with your left hand, lying down, it's incredible.”
”It's awesome. The Li family has a great success, hahaha.”
The audience burst into enthusiastic sounds again, exclaiming and cheering.
”The Buddha's Vajra body? But it doesn't look like it, and unless it is King Kong Ze's second-level Vajra supernatural power, it can't stop the sword.”
”Is it a magic weapon? But unlike it, you don't feel any spiritual fluctuations.”
Many people feel incredible. This wave of operations from the Li family is fierce, but too many people don't understand.
”Mom, it hurts,” Slim whispered.
”It hurts ...” Li Xianyu twitched.
Their pain is shared. When they blocked the bamboo knife, they felt as if they were hit with a knife, within their tolerance. After being stabbed by the baby, the whole arm was chopped off by life, and the pain almost cried.
Slime did not disappoint him, it is indeed the biggest plug of the demon.
”It's all the fault of forgetting dust, it's all his fault,” Slim said in a rage.
Slime felt a great deal of insult, and the phrase ”I am foolishly forgetful of the external plug” swallowed back.
It ’s pitiful. When others were brave, when they were brave, they all had a loud nickname. It did n’t. It did n’t even know what it was. The biggest nickname is ”Xiaodao's plug-in”, which is its taboo.
Hideyoshi Miyamoto: ”!!!”
The Fuso swordsman who had killed countless enemies by drawing a knife and beating his whole body froze.
His sword-cutting is not invincible, and he may be blocked when dealing with Ji Se and Dan Chenzi. He thought about this, but he did not expect that Li Xianyu could block it, let alone that he just raised his hand from beginning to end.
This is different from what he thought.
Realizing that Miyamoto Hideyoshi's sudden loss of mind, Li Xianyu subconsciously wanted to give another set of moves, but held back. If he has the ability to abstain from color or Dan Chenzi, after blocking the bamboo sword before, he can take away Miyamoto Hideyoshi.
”The attack is on top. Instead of another onslaught, and finally returning without success, it is better to suppress his fighting spirit.” Li Xianyu thought for a moment and laughed out loud: ”This is your peerless study of Japanese benzene?” Juhe? I thought it was awesome. It turns out that your Fuso people are all weak chickens, so you are dominated by you as a fool. ”
”There is an old saying in China that a tiger without a monkey in the mountain is called a king!”
Hideyoshi Miyamoto's complexion was blue, and his sword-stained hands were angry.
”So, I stand still and let you cut three knives. You can cut me and count me as a loser.”
”Ba Ga is pressing the road!” Miyamoto Hideyoshi scolded.
He retracted the knife into his sheath, and immediately wept like a baby in his hand, ready to go.
Li Xianyu put aside his arrogant look and waited. He urged his mental strength to the maximum, and Miyamoto Hideyoshi's breathing rhythm, subtle muscle implication, all the details were captured.
It is this strong and keen mental power that has made him capture the trajectory of the sword.
Strictly speaking, Li Xianyu is still open. The difference between passive skills and active skills is that the former is more hidden and has no trace. Even a master like Buddha Head Taoist is beyond reproach.
The heartbreaking baby cried again, and the unbeatable knife passed silently to Li Xianyu's throat.
Hideyuki Miyamoto's third draw is coming again.
”Ding!”
The indestructible blade was cut in the left arm and blocked again. Sword intention confuses the Qi machine raging, the two bald referees have long been prepared, and luck breaks up the spattered stones.
Hideyoshi Miyamoto: Σ (っ ° Д °;) っ
The audience cheered, just as any team scored a goal when they watched the World Cup.
Blocked again, actually blocked again.
Li Xianyu wanted to cry with pain in his heart, and his surface was as stable as an old dog. ”Come again!”
Hideyoshi Miyamoto closed the knife into the sheath, paced around Li Xianyu, looking for opportunities.
A few minutes later, the baby was crying, stabbing.
”Ding!”
Ghostblade crying again? He was blocked.
Hideyoshi Miyamoto: (╯ ° Д °) ╯︵┻━┻