Chapter 240： ？？？ (2/2)
Trying to fight against each other, but the representative was only cut continuously, the physical damage was getting more and more serious, so Li Xianyu adopted a combat method of wandering.
His wound was fatal, and the self-healing ability was constantly repairing the trauma, and Kai Da Cheng Jinjin was so confident. I'm going to hide in front of you, something to chase me.
Hideyoshi Miyamoto has never encountered an intractable opponent like Li Xianyu. The opponent has been beaten, but he can't die. Like Sun Wukong in Dragon Ball, no matter how badly he is beaten, he is not dead.
”He gradually found a sense of rhythm. He couldn't drag. The longer he dragged, the superiority gradually turned into an inferiority.” Miyamoto Hideyoshi thinks that he doesn't have the endurance of Li Xianyu. The first two days is a sword skill that is very energy-consuming. History In the past, exhausted predecessors abound.
”Oh!”
Miyamoto Hideyoshi spins up, double swords dance into an intensive steel storm, and there is a sword air waving out. Facing such a fierce offensive, Li Xianyu only retreated, then backed away, and a sword mark appeared at his feet.
He was sealed off and retreated to the edge of the ring.
As soon as Hideyoshi Miyamoto's eyes lighted up, the sword stabbed at Li Xianyu straight, and the sword slammed like lightning, and then backed out of the ring. If you can't hide, the other side cuts with a backhand, which is even more dangerous. Li Xianyu stretched out his left hand and held Taidaoying crying.
The baby's cry sounded like tearing the eardrums, the broken gloves on his left hand were blown up, and the sharp sword spit out from the tip of the knife, hitting Li Xianyu's shoulder.
it hurts!
His face was ”white”, and his sword like a sharp steel needle pierced into his arm. Although Slime is indestructible, it is not immune to pain.
Miyamoto Hideyoshi's attack is much more than that, Li Xianyu held the baby crying, apparently in his expectation, he ”forced” him to the edge of the ring, sealing the space of turbulence. ”Breaking” him with a baby cry to hold the knife, limiting his most powerful left hand.
In order to give Bloodmoon a chance to kill.
The blood moon erupted into a dazzling light, and it was not clear whether it was the reflection of the noon sun or its own glow.
It turned into the world's most gloomy poisonous snake, biting into Li Xianyu's heart.
Miyamoto Hideyoshi has seen the power of Li Xianyu's self-healing power, but no matter how powerful it is, it can't be immortal. Any power in the world has an upper limit.
Shattered his heart, and sent the sword that destroyed the vitality into the body, even if the Li family was not dead, it would be useless.
When the crisis hit, the only thing Li Xianyu could do was to use his left hand to block the knife, pierce the heart by ordinary people, and pierce the heart by a magic weapon. These are two concepts.
Like nuclear bombs and ordinary missiles of the same equivalent weight, the former is far more harmful than the latter.
Blood Moon pierced the palm of his hand, and Miyamoto Hideyoshi's wrist shook. The knife gas directly shattered Li Xianyu's entire palm and penetrated into the heart unimpeded.
”Oh!”
The blood mist exploded, transparent before and after, not to mention the heart and sternum.
Panic screamed in the auditorium, and there was an uproar, and countless people could not help but stand up.
Killed someone? !!
Although it is known that the power of the Li family heir is self-healing, the limitation of the self-healing power exists, and whether such an injury can survive can be a little overwhelming.
The audience was furious. The Li family passed on bad reviews, and it was the blood of the Chinese descent to end the enemy. This was a good international laughingstock to die in the hands of Japanese swordsmen.
People in the major families saw this scene, and their mood was very complicated. They wished that Li Xianyu would have died earlier, but he died, and the Pantheon ’s place would be gone. Maybe later face the wrath of Wushuang War Soul.
”You lose, and you can play against me to such an extent, it is a good opponent.” Miyamoto Hideyoshi smiled coldly: ”But the weak are not qualified to stand on the ring, let's go down.”
A kick on Li Xianyu's chest kicked him off the platform.
It was like the camera suddenly flipped, and the blue sky, auditorium, and black heads swept across the field of vision.
The picture freezes. One by one's unfamiliar faces come into my eyes. Some faces are ”colored” in anger, others are anxious, and some are mixed with dark joy and sorrow. Nari Miyamoto Hideyoshi sneered.
Li Xianyu suddenly felt an indescribable anger in his heart, which did not represent any emotions, respecting instinctual anger, like the first cry of a baby born.
”Huh?” Hideyuki Miyamoto's pupils shrank.
Li Xianyu leaned back, his body was level with the platform, but he stopped in violation of gravity and did not fall. The dark arm was stretched, like a tentacle, and his fingers were plunged into the hard cement and held tightly.
When Newton saw this scene, he probably jumped out of the coffin angrily, yelled and hung him.
”Wow, he didn't fall, didn't it all fall?”
”What's going on, haven't you given up on such a serious injury?”
”Please give me a big explanation ~ ~ I don't understand.”
Seeing this scene, the audience was also shocked.
Li Xianyu slowly got up straight and returned to the ring platform. His pupils faded from black and white into scarlet eyes.
A stream of blood mist rose, the wound healed quickly, and his skin showed abnormal red ”color”, like a cooked shrimp.
Blood vessels boil.
Hideyoshi Miyamoto looked at him in amazement, an incredible idea emerged. Thousands of people eating melons in the auditorium also reacted at this moment. Their eyes and expressions were the same as those of Hideyoshi Miyamoto.
The faces were ”forced”, unbelievable.
On the distant seat, the ancestor ”milk” and ”milk” who would never tremble after a long period of vicissitudes, she stood up sharply, eyes widened, and the hot bars in her hand were crushed and crushed.
”Fake it ?!” murmured Dan Chen, who was as pale as a chrysanthemum. I am the second generation of the demon