Chapter 241: Senior Miyamoto, don't worry, the little monster is coming
Bang bang...
An old man in black robe stepped on the rain-covered ground and spoke coldly, seemingly giving an ultimatum.
"Give up, kid. You are no match for us. Leave as soon as possible and we can pretend that nothing happened. Otherwise, you will go to hell with them both today."
In front of him, Miyamoto Musashi's body was already stained red with blood. Even if the rain kept washing his body, there was nothing he could do to keep up with the bleeding speed of his wounds.
However, Miyamoto Musashi did not retreat at all. He still held the two swords in his hands and looked at Nangong Tenzhan together.
Regarding this, the man wanted to speak again to force the two of them back. But at this time, an old man in linen clothes in the air spoke.
"Wu Di, don't waste time. End the battle quickly and come help me. This old guy from the Xiao family is a bit tricky."
Upon hearing this, Wu Di nodded, raised his palms, and at the same time drew back, grabbed two huge vortexes, and gurgled on them.
"Master has already spoken, so just stay with the remnants of the Nangong family."
The two black vortexes in his palm began to expand rapidly the moment he stepped forward, and finally turned into two black holes with a diameter of three or four meters, pressing towards the two of them.
As soon as the black hole appeared, it emitted a terrifying devouring power, constantly pulling the two of them, trying to swallow them completely.
Seeing that the black hole was about to bully him, Nangong Tianzhan glanced at Nangong Jian, who was kneeling on one knee and had no strength to fight anymore. Then he looked at Miyamoto with a guilty look on his face.
"But, it seems that it has come to an end. I'm sorry, brother. I'm sorry, brother, for causing trouble to you."
Regarding this, Miyamoto just shook his head, then held on to the injuries on his body, raised his two swords, his feet and hands kept shaking, and wanted to fight this black hole for the last time.
This black hole is so weird that it can actually swallow up the spiritual power in their bodies. As one goes, the other goes up, and they can only be suppressed to death.
Even if they tried their best, Wu Di was only seriously injured. He was not beaten to the point of being almost crippled like them.
As if he knew what would happen to him next, Nangong Tianzhan advanced instead of retreating, wrapped up his last remaining spiritual power, and rushed out.
"Old Master Xiao, please protect the last bit of blood of my Nangong family from now on. Xiao Rou'er, I'll leave it to you. Junior - go!"
As soon as Nangong Tianzhan's fist was punched out, there was a bone-crushing sound in the black whirlpool, which was horrifying.
But for this, he no longer felt any pain.
At the same time, Miyamoto on the side also rushed out, inserted his two swords into another black hole, and began his final desperate attempt.
Hee hee hee…
"Fei'er fights the fire." Wu Di only used four words to describe the actions of the two of them.
But he had just finished speaking, and when he was about to intensify the stimulation of the black hole in his hand, his body froze, his head was like a cassette, and he looked down at his abdomen.
There, there was a hand that was swallowing turbid spiritual power.
Wu Di's body exploded on the spot in the next moment, and he reappeared dozens of meters away, "Puff... who is it!"
However, the person who took action did not pay attention to his questioning at all.
What answered him was just the breath of death rushing towards his face, "Puff..."