Three hundred and fortieth eight chapters fall down
I have to admit that today's Luo Shixin is really not even half as good as the Silver Demon. Even Luo Shixin doesn't think highly of himself, so he can only hold on!
Fortunately, there is also Emperor Lion. Emperor Lion is a true god-refining realm and is recognized by Wu Xinfang as the second most powerful general. He should be able to win.
What makes Luo Shixin tangled is that the lord, the Wang family, and the Yuwen family have set such a terrifying bet. If he loses, the lord will lose both money and people!
The lord has so much hope and trust in him, can he lose?
I can’t afford to lose!
Luo Shixin, who seemed to be reckless, had a sudden change in his mind. He gritted his teeth and stared at Pei Yuanqing as if he was risking his life.
"The devil's hand destroys the world!"
The demon spirit that Pei Yuanqing integrated into his body did not come into contact with him. The dazzling silver palms had a cold and deep blackness in them, which made people palpitate.
With one palm shot, it has the power of a demon and the aura of destruction. It is as powerful as destroying all things. Even the void is rippled by the huge impact.
"Dragon and Elephant Guard!"
Luo Shixin clasped his hands together, like a dragon on the left and an elephant on the right. The dragon and the elephant were entrenched and indestructible.
"boom……"
The magic hand slapped down, and the virtual image of the dragon elephant rippled violently, making everyone watch with bated breath and tense heartstrings.
"puff……"
While breathing, the virtual image of the dragon elephant suddenly collapsed. Luo Shixin took three steps back and stood still. A mouthful of blood spurted out, and the clothes on his upper body suddenly burst into pieces, like a dancing butterfly.
He is tall and muscular, with tangled muscles and undulating veins like a horned dragon, giving the human being an extremely strong and powerful visual impact.
Unfortunately, strength does not depend on who is tall or has more muscles.
Luo Shixin took several deep breaths in succession, forcing the restless energy and blood in his body to suppress and causing steady vibrations.
Wu Xin frowned, he had thought that Luo Shixin would be defeated, but he didn't expect that he would lose so quickly.
Yang Lin, Hong Bo and others looked at the frowning Wu Xin worriedly, wondering if Wu Guogong would honor his bet?
Wang Shilang, Yu Wenfu, Wu Yunzhao and others all had happy faces, and they all breathed a sigh of relief, unable to conceal their excitement.
Wang Shilang and Yu Wenfu looked at Wu Xin with gloating and provocation.
"Are you still fighting?"
The gray-haired butler's eyelids twitched. He still looked at Luo Shixin impartially and asked.
Anyone with a discerning eye can see that Luo Shixin has fallen into a disadvantage, and if he continues to fight, he will only lose more miserably.
"Of course we fight. This kind of competition is meant to last until one party falls!"
Luo Shixin grinned, with bright red streaks of blood on the corners of his mouth, wiped his sleeves, and answered naturally.
The gray-haired butler nodded and said no more. Instead, he looked at Pei Yuanqing.
"The Immortal Demon God!"
Pei Yuanqing didn't talk nonsense. He straightened his body, simple and majestic, and the majestic demonic aura bloomed. The silver light was filled with deep darkness, which was quite strange.
"Powerful...Vajra Palm!"
Luo Shixin still glared on his hind legs, jumped up, and slapped him down. It was still the "Mighty Vajra Palm". He only knew this palm technique and could not use weapons.
"boom……"
There was a dull loud noise. This time it was not as loud as last time.
Luo Shixin felt like he was being slapped on the water. The power could not act on Pei Yuanqing at all, and he was greatly weakened.
The silver demon Pei Yuanqing is still Yuanyang, his clothes and hair are not messy, and his whole body is dazzling with silver light, carrying the deep darkness of the devil.
"Are you still fighting?"
After a few breaths of silence, Pei Yuanqing looked at Luo Shixin with admiration and asked, feeling a bit sympathetic.
Now, Pei Yuanqing also breathed a sigh of relief. He felt Luo Shixin's weakness.
Luo Shixin was already half as good as Pei Yuanqing, but now he was injured again. It was Pei Yuanqing's turn to attack again, and Luo Shixin was even worse!
"Of course. Isn't this kind of competition all about perseverance?"
Luo Shixin grinned and responded naturally, with the same expression and words.
Wu Xin, Yang Lin, Wu Yunzhao, Yang Jinglan and other people present had serious expressions on their faces. Luo Shixin was already determined to lose, but he did not admit defeat.
However, what Luo Shixin said is true. This kind of competition is basically about who can bear it better and who can persist better. Giving up easily will lose the meaning of this kind of competition!
"Hand of the Devil!"
Pei Yuanqing was not a talkative person, he took action directly and showed no mercy. On the contrary, he was more powerful and had stronger methods.
The Demon God's martial spirit suddenly expanded several times, becoming as majestic as the heaven and earth. Pressing down with his palm, it was as majestic as the hand of heaven, destroying the heaven and the earth.
"puff……"
Amidst the loud noise, Luo Shixin fell into the air and blood spurted out.
He fell twenty or thirty meters, fell to the ground and took ten steps back. Several mouthfuls of blood spurted out before he staggered to his feet.
The injury is more serious!
"return……"
The pale-haired butler's face hardened, and he looked at Luo Shixin and asked. Before he could finish his words, he paused abruptly. Looking at Luo Shixin's performance, he knew that it was impossible to admit defeat.
Until one side falls, this is the rule of the competition!
"Powerful...Vajra Palm!"
Luo Shixin still used this move, but the difference was that the vajra spirit was more integrated into Luo Shixin's body. The Buddha's hand he photographed could be heard amidst the whistling of wind and thunder, and there was a vague sound of roaring dragons and elephants.
Pressure creates motivation and stimulates potential.
Luo Shixin began to combine "Dragon Elephant Demon Subduing Technique" and "Powerful Vajra Palm"!
"The Immortal Demon God!"
Pei Yuanqing still resisted this move, greatly weakening the "Powerful Vajra Palm".
When the Buddha's hand fell, it was as if it was being slapped into the water. The speed became very slow, very slow, but it was slowly being slapped in...
"Hissing..."
After a pause, Pei Yuanqing raised his right hand and easily blocked the "Powerful Vajra Palm", but the sleeve of his right hand was completely shattered, and the silk was broken like a butterfly.
Unfortunately, Pei Yuanqing remained motionless on the spot, but his feet sank into the ground for a few more feet.
"boom……"
An arrogant person always pays more attention to face. Pei Yuanqing became furious, his momentum surged, and his aura obviously soared:
"The Wrath of the Demon God!"
The Demon God's martial spirit suddenly expanded and turned into a dharma form that was more than ten meters in size. The Demon God's power filled the entire place, making people fearful.
"Rumble..."
With one punch, the heaven and earth followed. It seemed that the whole world moved with it, pressing against Luo Shixin.
"puff……"
"Click, click..."
Luo Shixin flew out across the sky, blood spurted out, and there was a clear sound of broken bones in the loud noise.
"Ah, ah..."
There were a lot of exclamations, and the crowd behind Luo Shixin dispersed like the wind, leaving a passage more than ten meters wide, allowing Luo Shixin to fly across...
After landing on the ground, a ravine was plowed several feet deep and twenty or thirty meters long!
He turned over and spurted out four or five mouthfuls of blood. His body became weak and he couldn't get up for a while.
"Countdown... ten breaths!"
This time, Cangfa Butler did not ask Luo Shixin for his opinion, and started the countdown directly according to the rules!
"Nine breaths!"
"Eight breaths!"
…
Generally speaking, one breath is one breath (one exhale, one inhale, two seconds). If Luo Shixin can't get up, he loses.
After all, it's just a competition, not a life and death battle.
It won't end until one party is beaten to death.
"ah……"
Luo Shixin roared quite madly, put his hands on the ground, and slowly stood up like a mountain. His whole body was obviously shaking, and people could vaguely hear the sound of violent friction between bones. (~^~)
