Chapter 240: ？？？

Miyamoto Hideyoshi slowly chopped the Taidao baby cry. He was originally a dozen meters away from Li Xianyu, but when the baby chopped, the distance was reduced to less than two meters. He seemed to move in an instant and appeared in front of Li Xianyu. The blade cut to the throat.
Li Xianyu leaned back, and the blade squeaked past his cheek, shouting a two-foot-long knife, and slammed straight into the auditorium.
Exclaimed.
The bald referee on the left saw the situation and hurried to save the field, but the speed obviously could not keep up.
Victoria jumped out, crossed her arms, her white skin turned into a black-and-white "color", and shedding a metallic luster in the sun.
"Ding!"
The sword struck her arms and immediately broke. Victoria took a few steps back, shook her paralyzed hands, nodded to the grateful referee, and returned silently to the seat. This is good at the Dao Dao Conference. Master Yunyun in the auditorium is not afraid to accidentally hurt the audience, even if there is an omission in the referee.
"Strong, better than me." Victoria squeezed her fist, her muscles were damaged and she could not hold her fist.
Eric nodded, his face "colored" solemnly.
Victoria is the goddess of war of the Mighty Guild. The title is derived from her ironization ability, and her age is, to be more precise, a young goddess of war. She's slightly worse than Eric, but it's not much worse.
Another referee took out the golden bowl of dark gold, and when it was lost, the golden bowl was suspended above the ring, and the light curtain of golden color covered the entire ring.
The Golden Bowl is supposed to be used after the top sixteen, but the contestants of this session were far stronger than the previous session.
Miyamoto Hideyoshi missed the knife, and the costal blood was linked to the blood moon, stabbing into the heart of Li Xianyu.
At this time, Li Xianyu was still leaning back, and he hurriedly made a response to the situation. Blood Moon pierced the lungs, and his breath suddenly suffocated. He kicked Fei Miyamoto Hideyoshi, and covered his wounds, and backed up.
"Wow!"
The audience was exclaimed.
Within two strokes, Li Xianyu was hit hard. This result made them unacceptable for a while.
The situation reversed instantaneously. The previous moment, the old of Li Xianyu was blocking the famous stunt of Hideyoshi Miyamoto, and the winning ticket was in his grasp. The next moment, he was severely stabbed by Hideyoshi Miyamoto.
Miyamoto Hideyoshi took the opportunity to shoot down the water dog, Tai Dao Ying cried the main attack, and the cost difference blood month auxiliary attack. The double-knife connection is airtight and flawless.
Li Xianyu used his left hand as a weapon. If he could hide from the attack, he could use his left hand to resist. But from time to time, bone scars were still added to the body, and it was awkward.
When Sword Miyamoto fought with his bare hands, the swords were completely different.
With simple competition, Li Xianyu can play with him with "color". Once Miyamoto Hideyoshi has two swords in hand, the gap between the two sides immediately opens.
The two-day first-class was created by the famous sword sect Miyamoto Musashi. The two-day refers to the two-day sun, namely the sun and the moon, both yin and yang.
The attack complements and complements the defense.
Every swordsman who enters the room first-class for two days is bound to be very strong in spirit, because the foundation for practicing two-day first-class is one-hearted dual-use, and those who are not strong can not do it.
For beginners, hold the pen in both hands and write different characters each day until you separate the "consciousness" of the two hands. The left hand and the right hand represent two different swordsmen. They can cooperate with each other or they can fight independently.
There are deep sword marks on the ring, and Miyamoto Hideyoshi is like a moving hob machine, cutting off any obstacles.
Li Xianyu's sword qi, Leifa, and Kato Eagle's fingers were all vulnerable before his matchless offensive.
"It's so powerful. Under such an offensive, you can only abstain from the" color "and Dan Chenzi, is this the first day in two days?"
"It is indeed one of the strongest genres of Japanese benzene. Miyamoto Hideyoshi's swordsmanship is already very strong, and the first day is even better."
"It's all right, Li Xianyu's ability is self-healing, and he is least afraid of protracted war."
"Come on, hold on. You are a family member of the Li family."
The audience squeezed sweat for Li Xianyu, praying that he could turn defeat into victory. The previous style of giggling is gone forever. After seeing the strength of Hideyoshi Miyamoto, they only hope that Li Xianyu can hold it, and there is hope.
"Ah, compared to the top young masters, the family of Li is still worse." Someone sighed.
Listening to the discussion around her, Thunder Fighter Ji was a little anxious. She looked around and found that everyone was calm, so she was anxious. But everyone's composure is not how much he trusts Li Xianyu, but that he will fail.
This group of little bitches, usually trying to take advantage of him, are not in a hurry now.
"Ancestral" milk "and" milk ", can he win?" Thunder Warlord asked not far away, and his ancestor "milk" "milk" with the same calm face.
Xiao Bichi includes her.
"Can't win, this Japanese swordsman is very powerful, far from being able to defeat him." Zu "milk" "milk" chewed the hot bar and said.
The ancestral "milk" and "milk" are big people who have gone through vicissitudes. Taishan collapsed in the face and still did not change the "color". Of course, because of a contest, there will be no loss of color. operating.
Well, it's impossible to tremble.
"But he can't win the championship, the promise of the Buddha's head is meaningless." Thunder Zhanji frowned. "The Buddha's head is playing him intentionally."
"The head of the Buddha wants to tell him that the big fist is the truth, and relying on others is the ants in the end." Zu "milk" "milk" said lightly: "The head of the Buddha can help him, it doesn't matter if he doesn't help, my Li family never You need shelter. I'll be enough. "
Cuihua snorted and raised her cheek: "And me."
"Mdzz, an old ancestor with a lesson from the past, you are so good, how did you not protect his father. A honey-confident pet cat, obviously a distance away from the s-class, but proudly thinks that he is extremely good." Thunder War Ji beeps madly.
At this moment, she heard Tongtong worryingly said, "Come on, brother Ding Ding must defeat him, don't lose."
Thunder War Ji's heart was cold.
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 ~ EbookFREE.me ~ 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