Super Soldier Chapter 252: Xiaobei’s crisis
Xinyi Miyamoto's white clothes are like snow, but his clothes have been dyed red, just like the vast Snow Mountain was stained with blood.
His face was cold and bleeding was still bleeding from the wound, but he ignored it at all.
Henry snorted. His opponent is already injured. When a person is injured, it is inevitable that he will be weak. When he is weak, his energy and physical strength will decrease. Naturally, Henry will not give Miyamoto Shinyi a bit of breathing opportunity. In the eyes of people like Henry who killed countless people, this moment is naturally an excellent opportunity.
Take advantage of his illness and kill him!
So Henry did not continue to wait, but chose to take the initiative to attack. Both of them used swords. He just injured Miyamoto and Xinyi was a sneak attack, but at this time he really used his housekeeping skills and the sword was out of the sheath. After that, like a net, countless sword shadows surrounded Miyamoto Xinyi, which was completely instantaneous, and Henry's long sword was almost inconceivable.
Miyamoto Xinyi’s complexion was calm, and he began to retreat. When he retreated, Henry attacked frantically. There is a saying that long-term defense must be lost. Henry believes that within a hundred tricks, he must be able to move the palace without paying any price. This Xinyi was killed. According to Miyamoto Xinyi's current state, he could kill Miyamoto Xinyi without taking any risks. Even the consumption was enough to consume the opponent.
Henry's crazy attack made Miyamoto Xinyi like a flat boat in the waves, as if it would sink to the bottom of the sea at any time.
Henry's eyes flashed with cruelty, and he laughed: "You fight back, aren't you a swordsman, why haven't you pulled out the sword in your hand? Are you scared? Are you timid? Don't you dare? Is the sword out? Let me see what your blade looks like."
Miyamoto Xinyi's clothes were fluttering, dodge hard, but he still didn't draw a sword, but his face was cold, and the sweat on his forehead began to drip drop by drop.
Just as a big drop of sweat was about to fall to the corner of Miyamoto Xinyi’s eyes, Henry observed the details, and he secretly said a good opportunity, but Miyamoto Xinyi had his sword out of its sheath, and his sword was too fast, it was coming soon. It's unbelievable, because the long sword has reached Henry's throat just after it was pulled out. Under the world, who can escape his fast sword?
"My sword is not for seeing, it is for killing."
With a puff, the sword went straight through Henry’s throat, Henry’s eyes were almost staring out, his mouth widened, his mouth squeaked, but he couldn’t speak, he couldn’t believe it. The look in his eyes seemed to ask, how could this be possible, how could I lose to you?
No one can think about this clearly. Mingming Miyamoto Xinyi’s strength is almost the same as his. Both of them are in the middle of Dan Jin, but he has clearly injured Miyamoto Xinyi. In his opinion, no matter what Miyamoto Xinyi has no reason to survive whether it is spent or a single move determines the victory or defeat. But in fact, Miyamoto Xinyi only took such a sword and killed him. He didn't even see clearly. What does Miyamoto Xinyi's blade look like, because after passing through his throat, Miyamoto Xinyi's sword has been retracted into the scabbard.
Henry’s body fell to the ground with a bang, Miyamoto Xinyi was panting heavily, sweating like rain, even his two legs were already a little unstable and trembling constantly. Looking at Henry’s body, his tone was still calm: "You must not understand why I could kill you? You are not convinced. You are right, you have a richer murder experience than me. You can even sneak attacks in order to kill people. But you are not a real swordsman. The saber is just a tool for killing people in your hands. For you, it doesn’t matter whether it is a sword or a knife, even if It's a gun. How to kill this talent is your goal."
"Since you don't love your own sword, how can you practice the supreme swordsmanship? How can your sword maintain a tacit understanding with you?"
"I can beat you, not because I am better than you, but because I am a swordsman, you are a murderer, that's all."
After Shinyi Miyamoto finished speaking, he sat on the ground with a puff. He said too much, but Henry couldn't even hear a word because Henry was dead.
Just like what Miyamoto Xinyi thought, Henry probably couldn't understand until his death. A man who was obviously as strong as him in his eyes, and this man was still injured, why could he be killed?
Just like what Miyamoto Xinyi himself said, there are so many murders that Henry forgets that he is a pure swordsman. His killing methods are above Miyamoto Xinyi, but his Kendo will never reach the level of Miyamoto Xinyi.
Because Miyamoto Xinyi is the purest swordsman.
Miyamoto Xinyi lay on the ground, breathing heavily, the injury he had pierced through his chest before was really serious, and his last sword had already concentrated the energy and other powers of the whole body. It is said that all the power in his body was emptied, so at this moment, it is difficult for him to stand up even standing.
But Xiaobei and Toure are still constantly attacking frantically.
Xiaobei’s strength is not as strong as Tulei. Normally, his situation should be more dangerous than Miyamoto Shinyi’s, because his strength and Miyamoto Shinyi are in the first place, but Henry is not better than them, but Turley is Much stronger than them.
The middle period of Dan Jin and the peak of Dan Jin seem to be just a step, but in fact they are far apart.
In this situation, Xiaobei relied on his crazy anger to stay the course of the battle with Toure.
The fists of the two people are like raindrops. If a normal person can’t catch a trace with the naked eye, more than a dozen punches will go crazy almost instantly. Every time Xiaobei takes a punch from Toure, he will Feeling the pain of the body as if it was about to break, the power of this Toure was too strong.
And every time Xiao Bing hits Toure with a punch, Toure is also quite surprised. He did not expect that this person who is not as strong as himself would explode with such terrible power, and there would be so many in this Prince's Mansion. Master.
Finally, the two people separated by a distance of more than ten meters, and they all stopped, Xiaobei gasped, and Toure also felt uneven breathing, and looked at Xiaobei with alert eyes.
"You are a strong young man." Toure said calmly, "It is worthy of my admiration."
Xiao Bei did not answer.
"After you die, I will always remember your name, Xiao Bei."
Xiao Bei didn't answer him, but his signature smile filled his face again.
Toure looked at Xiaobei and asked: "Why do you still laugh? Don't you think you won't die? You won me?"
Xiao Bei looked at Toure and said: "Since I am still alive, of course I have to laugh. This is what my captain said to me before."
"Who is your captain?"
"Brother Bing, is the man who was beaten to fly by the gray hair."
"It turned out to be him." Toure frowned slightly and said, "He doesn't seem to be as strong as you."
"Some things are not superficial." Xiaobei said, "For example, in this situation, your strength is stronger than me, so you think you can kill me. In fact, it is not always certain who kills whom. Things to you."
Tourey bends slightly, as if a beast is about to culling its prey, his eyes also give people that terrible feeling: "You are very interesting, as a respect, I will let You have less pain and strive to take your life simply and simply."
Xiao Bei also bent down and said: "Come on."
Suddenly, Xiao Bei's heart tightened, and Toure had swooped over like a cheetah, and Xiao Bei was taken aback quickly.
Xiao Bei quickly stepped forward, palms like a knife, raised the knife and fell, and rushed towards Toure.
Turey pounced, but at an extremely thrilling angle, he avoided Xiaobei’s palm, almost rubbing his palms, and then Toure’s fist hit Xiaobei’s nose directly, Xiaobei His nose was bloody, and the person flew backwards.
Toure did not give Xiao Bei the slightest opportunity to breathe. Xiao Beiren was in the air, but he felt countless fists and feet falling on him like raindrops, and others were in the air. It just can't fall down at all.
His ribs were broken in his chest, his minibus was kicked and he was hit with a hard punch in the face~IndoMTL.com~ When Xiaobei fell down, he was almost all over his body. No one was uninjured, many bones were broken, and even his right leg was beaten and fractured, and his body was covered with blood, looking very miserable.
Toure stood in front of Xiaobei. The difference in strength combined with the difference in combat experience caused Xiaobei to have no power to fight back in front of Toure who had burst into full strength. You know, Toure is. Since I was young, I have lived in the most chaotic African region in the world, where I helped the tribe to kill too many people, including ordinary people, African mercenaries, assassins, government officials, bandits and robbers. He had killed too many people, and until the end, the entire tribe was slaughtered by him.
One of his hands has long been stained with blood, and countless ghosts have been stepped on his feet.
Toure is different from Henry. Henry’s experience and psychological qualities are far inferior to that of Toure. His strength is naturally more incomparable with Toure, but the strength of the opponents they met this time is the same. , So this is doomed to different results on both sides.
Tourey moved his wrists, looked at Xiaobei condescendingly, and slowly said: "I am a man who speaks, and I always say that I will do it. Since I have said that I will not let you suffer. Then you'd better stay still, let me kill you happily now, so that you will be less tortured."
After finishing speaking, Toure’s hand pinched to Xiao Bei’s throat, and when he bent over and stretched out his hand, Xiao Bei bounced like a spring, and punched directly at Toure. Beat his heart.
A faint light flashed in Toure's eyes, and he quickly retreated back. While he could not directly kill Xiao Bei, Xiao Bei's blow was completely empty.