Don't blame Long Qi for losing his composure, it was actually after the tiger fit and bumped into each other that he loosened the shuttle shell, but immediately after, the left hand, which even a fool knew had a serious problem, clamped his hand like an iron plier.
wrist.
The power is great, which is evident from the severely deformed shuttle shell.
At this moment, Long Qi's face turned green, and he could still shout clearly, which meant that he was not lazy in his usual tolerance training.
In fact, it was thanks to the "bone exoskeleton" that Ronan built for him that it was automatically triggered the moment he was attacked, forming a circle of hard and flexible exoskeleton arm guards around his wrists.
Block the tiger's unreserved "clamp".
Even though this exoskeleton is not good at protection, it still provides a layer of buffering. Coupled with Long Qi's inner armor that never leaves the body, and the instantaneous burst of his own style fire, it finally did not let him down in the first place.
The tiger "pinched" his wrist off.
The reason why we say "clamp" instead of "pinch" or "hold" is because Long Qi still noticed in this situation that the tiger's left hand felt very stiff, so he clamped his wrist with the tiger's mouth.
None of the five fingers can snap together naturally, they stretch forward flatly, and the finger joints are extremely stiff.
Even so, Long Qi's exoskeleton and inner armor were still sunk in, almost useless.
At the same time, the tiger's right hand was still tightly clasped at the upper forearm of his left hand, which had a huge problem. Two people, three arms, constructed
A scattered sharp structure is formed to firmly bind Long Qi and Tiger together.
When will this structure fail?
Long Qi didn't know, but he knew it must start from his side.
He was in so much pain that he couldn't even straighten up.
The tiger did not pinch his meridians or ligaments, but forcibly "clamped" his muscles and bones through the damaged exoskeleton and inner armor. But just such stimulation caused an uncontrollable, diffuse and severe pain.
The radiation instantly spread to his whole body and locked him firmly in place.
Long Qi has not howled a second time, but it is impossible for him to continue gritting his teeth and remain silent. He must say something to relieve the pain:
"Tiger, it's live broadcast now..."
This was not the first time Long Qi said something like this today. The person he spoke to last time was a clown, and it was very funny. His expression was more calm than now.
It was really difficult for him to say the words now, but under the stimulation of severe pain, his voice couldn't help but tremble after all.
To this kind of half-joking and half-threatening words, Tiger King did not react at all. His face dropped. He was clearly facing Long Qi, but his pupils seemed to be out of focus, and he seemed to be staring at a certain point on the ground over Long Qi's shoulder.
Long Qi almost knelt down for him. There was no way the pain was so severe.
But at this time, Long Qi also vaguely saw that the tiger holding his arm tightly was looking even worse than before.
So much so that the exposed skin was sweating profusely. In just a few seconds, the tiger's clothes were all wet.
There is another detail. The left hand that is tightly clasping my wrist, and the entire upper arm, are as hard as iron, thin and visible bones, and there are some patterns that look like tattoos. These patterns are usually not obvious, but in this case
When exerting force, together with the outline of the arm bones and muscles and the protruding veins, it forms a complex pattern with a three-dimensional feel.
For a while, Long Qi could not clearly see the content of the pattern, but he roughly knew that the pattern and lines should be cooperated with the Justice Order to lock the "dark side species", and might even be "sacrificial" in the later stage.
out.
Li Taisheng also mentioned a few words, and Long Qi only found it incredible after knowing it.
But at this time, Long Qi discovered that there was not a single drop of sweat on Tiger's unusually abnormal arm, and the area in contact with his wrist was extremely cold. It felt very different from other parts, as if it was not the same person's limbs.
.
So...are you willing to give up?
Long Qi roughly grasped the context, but only a little.
After all, at this stage, he is the one whose arm is about to be broken, and his life may be in danger.
At this time, the individual could only hiss and breathe cold air between his teeth, and his body had unconsciously completed the shape of a prawn during the thinking process just now... In fact, he had already knelt down, and he could only be exposed to the sun.
He had to be supported by the slightly warm ground to prevent him from completely collapsing.
But his long-trained rationality and calm mentality told him that the tiger next to him might be the one in worse condition.
No wonder, the clown waved his hand and went to the theater.
Such a tiger might really collapse on its own.
But why, how can a dignified extraordinary person collapse immediately?
Under the severe pain, Long Qi's perception of the outside world has basically faded to nothing, but even thinking about it with his knees, at this time, the clown who is only separated by the wall has probably come over with a smile, preparing for the final blow.
Harvest.
If this situation continues, he and Tiger will have no chance at all.
As a result, Long Qi knelt on the ground, raised his head with all his strength, and strictly required himself according to the standards of a live broadcast practitioner. He showed a smile that was uglier than crying, and emphasized again:
"Tiger...how can I help? Just say a word!"
Sweat was pouring down from Tiger's head and face, but his previously misplaced pupils finally focused on Long Qi's side. They were bloodshot and fierce and dim, just like a violent tiger, staring at Long Qi's face.
Long Qi was not sure. Will he bite his throat out in one second and let the two of them stand under the gaze of millions of people?
, presented in such an extremely undignified way...well, it's undignified enough now.
The problem is that the tiger is so tough and irritable, but his mouth is tightly closed and he doesn't open it at all.
What stopped him was his ignorance of the small role of Long Qi, or was there really a force that he couldn't resist, tightly stuck in his throat and even his will?
Long Qi's eyes fell on the left hand again, and he was sure:
I'm afraid I can't count on this guy!
At this time, perhaps because the arm injury crossed a certain limit, the pain subsided a little, or maybe he finally got used to it. In any case, Long Qi seized this opportunity and used his previous efforts to
With the little bit of strength I had accumulated, I shouted loudly:
"Boss Ronan, come and help!"
As soon as the last note left the throat, there was another "clicking" sound in the ears.
Long Qi's arm finally deformed significantly under the tiger's iron-like grip, and made a collapse sound that exceeded the limit.
At this moment, the bones, muscles, and tendons of Long Qi's wrist were completely twisted into a mess, and it felt like the juice might be squeezed out in the next step.
But what is very absurd is that the thought skipped through Long Qi's mind: At this moment, at least a million people were exclaiming and worried about me.
Followed by the second article: Boss Ronan, if you can't come here in time, it will be a big shame!
Two absurd thoughts flashed through him like lightning, but they were also like sharp blades cutting through the ropes, cutting through Long Qi's defenses.
He screamed at the top of his lungs, and his body, which was almost lying on the ground, looked at his arms that were still being pulled at an angle that would break his waist.
Then he saw that there were already white broken bones, which pierced the muscles of his wrist. As soon as a sharp corner was exposed, it pierced into the tiger's cold and demonic left palm.
It makes no sense!
How could my broken bones hurt the mortal body?
Under the dual physical and mental stimulation, Long Qi was able to maintain a certain degree of rational operation, but that was all.
He could only watch blankly as the tip of the bone cut passed through his own muscles and then penetrated into the lower edge of Tiger's left hand, stringing together the blood, muscles and even bones of the two people in this way.
The next second, Long Qi's heart shook loudly.
He opened his mouth suddenly. In fact, the so-called vibration was beating at a rhythm far exceeding his normal heart rate - probably dozens or hundreds of contractions and relaxations per second.
If it is a normal person, the heart will immediately
It's about to explode.
Although Long Qi was still alive, the blood pumped out at that moment still destroyed the functioning of his whole body.
He couldn't even scream now, he could only open his mouth wide, and let the pain all over his body like fire drown out almost everything. Only the remaining bit of stubborn reason could point out for him.
Here’s a key:
My blood!
This is the extraordinary power to stimulate the blood!
Long Qi's vision quickly blurred, and he didn't know whether it was due to congestion or blood transfusion.
In this blurry world, the tips of the broken bones that penetrated his body and the tiger's body had turned blood red, like a conduit that continuously sucked blood, sucking out the blood from his body in the most violent and direct way.
Instantly he was drawn towards the tiger.
The tiger seemed to be shocked by such a turn of events. The right hand that was originally tightly clasping his left arm suddenly lifted up as if avoiding a snake or scorpion.
It’s no use!
By the way, is the pawn’s blood useful? It’s all over!
After absurd and solid thoughts flashed together, the terrifying sense of near-death came belatedly, and instantly covered every corner of his soul and body.
Long Qi opened his eyes wide, and his mind was completely blank. There were only strange pictures that he didn't know whether they were real scenes or hallucinations. They were painted with bright red blood, frame by frame, and seemed to slide in front of his eyes.
There was still sound, that tremolo like the chirping of mosquitoes and cicadas, not only coming from his ears, but even coming from every corner of his limbs and bones.
leak out.
Long Qi was completely unable to interpret the meaning. This state seemed to be fixed and continued forever, causing him to lose all awareness inside and outside, but still retaining some residual traces.
Until there was a sudden point, an unmistakable stimulus, which suddenly trembled. In an instant, his conscious space was filled with a series of vague intuitive impressions:
He seemed to be a mosquito hanging out in the sun on a spider web, almost dried and dying, almost forgotten.
At this moment, the entire spider web trembled violently, perhaps because the predators began to pick out food, or perhaps new mosquitoes hit...
Anyway, the portion was very substantial, and the cobwebs shook violently, which shocked Long Qi's soul.
The perception that had been almost completely swallowed up before finally returned a little. It was also at this moment that Long Qi felt the real impact between his body and the ground...
Damn, the back of my head is going to be broken!
This meaningless thought became his first thought to regain his thinking ability.
Then, it continued naturally.
He regained the feeling of his body, at least part of it, but it was not a normal feeling at all, but a feeling of weightlessness and loss of control, as if he was lying on the ground after drinking alcohol.
Even time and space are turned around.
Long Qi managed to open his eyes. At this moment, he was indeed lying on the ground, and the earth and sky were "rotating".
The tortured nervous system sent out chaotic signals, including nausea and vomiting, internal burning, and other indescribable bad feelings, imprisoning him in this terrible somatosensory vortex from which he could not escape.
Long Qi choked and coughed, tears bursting out.
However, this bad physical sensation did not affect or conflict with his intermittent but ever-present rational thoughts, so much so that it gave rise to an absurd sense of joy:
I'm still alive!
As he kept thinking, a picture that was not very clear but could give him great stimulation came into view:
They were two broken arms that were pierced together and spinning and flying in mid-air.
The severed part is about ten centimeters below the elbow, with only a section of blood spattered and a section of gray and pale.
And just outside this weird scene, the scorching fire traces collided with the straight traces of air, and then there was the violent turmoil that shook the surrounding atmosphere.
Long Qi opened his eyes wide and determined that the gray-white severed arm and some exoskeleton fragments remained on it.