Chapter 2853: Poseidon King's Wrath

The feeling of being provoked by the dying ants, I think Poseidon must have something to say at this moment.
After all, in his eyes, I am a weak ant that is worthless.
And it seems to him that being provoked by ants is simply a shame and needs to be wiped out with blood!
As a result, he flew into a rage, and with a wave of the trident, another larger tornado took shape and rolled toward me at a faster speed.
Huh? Isn't he Poseidon? Why not use the moves related to the sea, but use the tornado?
Do you think I am unworthy of using sea-related moves? Or is he actually better at wind-related moves than sea-related moves?
In that case, he shouldn't call himself Sea God, but Feng Shen.
Tucao return to Tucao, this trick is really not covered, the tornado just now compared with it, it is like the chopsticks are thicker and taller than the arms, and screaming and whistling towards us.
This time I was crushed, not only wrapped me in it, even Spitz and Shilock were not immune.
The thick bluestone bricks hissed in the raging tornado and were rolled into the sky. During the lift-off process, they were baptized by a magic knife and were cut into pieces, as if they were shredded. Bread is average.
The broken bluestone bricks continued to be forced to rotate in the air, turning into the accomplices of the sharp blade, and carrying out brutal and inhuman attacks on me, Spitz and Shilock who were wrapped in them.
Cut again and again, hit again and again, my body was constantly being destroyed, and then constantly recovered, and then destroyed, and then recovered...This process seemed as long as a century.
At first, I was not used to it, because of the severe pain and also because of the terrible image after completely losing my skin.
But soon, I got used to it again.
What about severe pain? What about a bad image without skin? All of these are baptisms that need to be experienced to become stronger, but this baptism is more violent than usual.
While feeling the roar of the wind, while feeling the cutting of the blade, a thought popped out of my mind. The nine-headed dragon seemed to be as powerful as the man in front of me. Since I can hold his attack, right? Say I can withstand the attack of the nine-headed dragon?
In other words, I really miss the dragon. If I have the luck to see it in the future, I will definitely express my longing for this old friend in the most violent way-kill it.
The tornado blew more and more intense, and the blades became denser. Soon, my skin and fat were severely injured, and even my blood vessels and muscles were damaged to varying degrees.
Slowly lowered his head, glanced at his hands with only muscles and blood vessels... arms... body... and legs... feet, hehe, presumably The same is true on my head at this time, oh, maybe even my hair has been shaved off at the same time, I think even if it is shaved off, it should be able to grow back.
...I hope so. I don't want to become bald and stronger. Children only make choices. I want both.
Not far away, Spitz’s a little harsh laughter came over: "Hey hey hey, you are really miserable, worse than before, even the skin is gone, only the muscles, blood vessels, and internal organs are left. Hello, are you still alive?"
I didn’t bother to pay attention to him, and closed my mouth tight... Resistance.
Some people may be curious, since the killing intent can't have any defensive effect, why do they desperately promote the killing intent?
The reason is simple. Killing intent does not play a defensive role, but it can be applied to attacks. By covering the killing intent on the weapon, the weapon can offset the blade made of magic and completely destroy it.
The magic blade has lost its effect, and only the gust of wind will cause me some damage?
This strong wind lasted more than ten minutes.
After everything calmed down, the first to appear was Shilock and Spitz. They were still unscathed and showed disdain, but it was me who seemed to have reached the end of the battle.
There is no skin on the whole body, only the trembling muscles and blood vessels, and the undulating chest, which can prove that I am still alive.
Without my lips, speaking becomes difficult, but it doesn’t matter. I didn’t intend to speak, not only didn’t intend to speak, but I couldn’t even wait for him to have another tornado, because I could clearly feel that the more adversity I encountered, my The killing intent will grow faster.
"Without the skin, why can he still live so peacefully?" Poseidon not far away muttered to himself in doubt.
"Your Majesty, this person has extraordinary self-healing ability."
The fair-skinned man bowed his head.
"So what?" Poseidon said with disdain: "He doesn't even have skin, can he still..."
The voice stopped abruptly, he couldn't help but his eyes rounded, and then he frowned, because he saw that my body was healing at an extremely fast speed, and my skin had recovered only during the period of speaking. Most of the wounds are slightly deep, and muscle repairs are underway.
Poseidon couldn't be proud now.
He claims to be a god, he is naturally powerful, and he can even aspire to rank among the strongest humans in the Hefeng Continent. Maybe he can fight against the fairy queen and his elders back and forth.
But the question is, what should you do when you are strong and encounter a guy who can't be killed at all?
The skin can grow quickly without the skin, the muscle can be repaired quickly if the muscle is broken, even the continuous injury can be recovered in a short time, and the heart can be gradually recovered even if the heart is destroyed.
Is it possible to completely solve the opponent as long as there is no scum left on this young man?
Poseidon was lost in thought.
Even forgot to propose.
"It's pretty cool." After recovering, I waved my arms and stretched my waist comfortably: "Hey, the man with the dung fork, let me do another trick on the tornado, okay?"
"Trident."
A cold voice sounded, Poseidon looked like an angry lion who had just woke up, staring at me with murderous eyes, and said solemnly: "This is the symbol of the Seagod King! It is not something you can slander at will, mortal!"
After that, he suddenly shot, condensing the wind with his left hand, and swinging his halberd with his right, slamming at me.
"Hey, hello, is this anxious?" I grinned and rushed towards Poseidon.
When one came down, I was blasted out and fell into a state of residual blood.
Therefore, it’s not advisable to pretend to be forceful. I thought I was completely able to resist the opponent’s attack and was tempered in the attack. However, I ignored it. The opponent is a strong man at the pinnacle of mankind. How could it be me? What kind of rookie can resist?
Like a kite with a broken line, I flew out, fell heavily to the ground, turned over a dozen more rolls, and finally stopped.
This blow not only broke my ribs, but even poked a transparent hole in my shoulder!
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