Chapter Five Hundred and Eighty-Fourth This Life, This World, This World, This World, This World Only One Sword
The people who were originally sitting and watching the battle could not help but stand up at this time, leaned forward, opened their mouths, and stared at Itomu's final blow... Fastest updated
Itomu, who had reached the level of momentum and strength, finally moved the dagger in his hand. At the speed that was already unimaginable, the dagger moved like the wind.
The wind cannot be seen or touched. We do not know where it arises and where it ends.
Although everyone knew that Itomu would take action, when he actually took action, people still felt a sudden and incredible feeling in their hearts, as if the knife appeared out of thin air.
Fast, fast people can't even see how the sword was struck. Even on the viewing platform, people can't help but groan and feel cold all over, as if they have been hit by a knife, and even the expression on their face
They are all a little pale.
Although they didn't even see clearly how Yi Dongmu drew the sword, everyone couldn't help but have a picture in their minds, as if the next moment, Han Sen's head would rise up in the wind, spraying blood in the wind.
When the wind blows, the sword has passed.
When you feel the wind, it's already too late.
"Wind Rises Slash!" Mr. Long shouted, his eyes widened as he looked at Itomu's sword.
But no one was in the mood to listen to what he had to say, all their thoughts and eyes were focused on Han Sen.
Everyone was waiting for the result. The terrifying momentum and power gathered from the one hundred and fifty steps of self-sacrifice, coupled with this terrifying and terrifying sword, they didn't know that Han Sen would know how to resist it.
retreat!
Apart from retreating, they couldn't think of how to block the sword.
But when they thought about retreating, they suddenly realized that there was no one in the world who could retreat under such a blow.
I'm afraid that the head has been cut off before even lifting his toes.
Unable to resist!
Everyone put themselves in God B's shoes, and their faces suddenly turned pale, and they couldn't even see the knife clearly.
The wind is invisible, but the sword is tangible.
There was no weapon in Han Sen's hands. He clasped his palms together in the midst of the terror, like a Buddha holding the precepts. He didn't even look at the knife. He was calm and tranquil, which formed a strong contrast with Itomu's violent impact.
, which makes the viewers so uncomfortable that they almost vomit blood.
when!
But that ultimate blow, that unparalleled blow, that life-sacrifice final blow, was forcibly caught between those clasped palms.
In an instant, the storm stopped, the knife became still, and the scene turned from extreme motion to extreme stillness. The scene seemed to freeze for an instant, as if even time had stopped.
The extremely brutal attack completely stopped between those hands.
Everyone opened their mouths wide and stared at the frozen scene in stunned silence. No one could believe it, nor could they accept that the blow ended like this.
It was like a large truck sprinting at a speed of 200 yards per hour. It suddenly stopped on the spot without any warning. The feeling was too weird and unacceptable. Even if the brakes were applied, they would still be in contact with the ground.
The friction will produce long sparks.
Even if there is a wall in front of you, it will be smashed into pieces.
But nothing happened, it just stopped suddenly.
The tip of the knife was only an inch away from God B's eyebrows, but this distance was already as close as a world away.
God b is like a Buddha holding flowers, with the kingdom of heaven between his hands. This moment is eternity. Even if the heaven and earth break apart and the world is destroyed, his hands cannot waver.
It was unimaginable that there was no sound on the viewing platform for a long time, as if the brain could not react, and it stared blankly at the two still people.
Itomu's hand holding the sword was already trembling. This fatal blow did not even break through the opponent's hands.
The way of an assassin is to succeed or die. This blow has exhausted all Itomu's possessions, but he did not expect such a result. Itomu's fighting spirit collapsed instantly, his face turned as pale as snow, his fingers trembled, and he stabbed
I can't hold it anymore.
Han Sen moved his hands and took the dagger in his hand. He held the blade and sent it back to Itomu: "I accept the charm of this knife. This is the only knife in this world."
Yi Dongmu trembled, reached out to catch the dagger, and looked at Han Sen in front of him with a complicated expression.
The duel did not continue, and Han Sen directly exited the virtual platform.
Seeing God B and Itomu leaving one after another, although the winner of this battle was not determined by the battle platform, the winner was already in everyone's hearts.
"I accept the charm of this sword... I'm going to cry... It's a pity for Itomu..."
"There is only one sword in this world, this world, here and here. Itomu deserves the reputation of this first sword. That sword was too powerful. It's a pity that he met God B!"
"How can there be beauty when there is beauty? This is the tragedy of this generation."
"Don't cry, Itomu. We will always support you. In our hearts, you will always be the strongest king of assassins."
"God b is still the same god b."
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Fang Mingquan let out a long breath and said with some regret: "One knife cut off the road of life and death, and from now on I am a passerby in the world. A duel, two legends, but they will never see each other again."
Hearing what Fang Mingquan said, everyone felt a little sad, because the agreement between Itomu and the gold coin was in front of him, and there was no way there would be another battle. This battle was already dead.
"Mr. Long, what do you think of this battle?" Fang Mingquan turned to Mr. Long and asked.
"There is only one knife in this world, here and in this world." Mr. Long just repeated, then stood up and left the virtual platform.
Almost everyone who watched this duel watched the video several times, but no matter how many times they watched it, they still had the feeling that they were still unfinished. After watching it over and over again, they couldn't stop at all.
"Itomu, it's such a pity."
"Can I see this sword style again? I really want to see it again."
"The Little Prince of Tragedy."
"I am willing to use ten years of my life in exchange for Itomu's chance to fight God B again."
"I accept the style of this sword. I'm really about to cry. God B is so cruel. He took away Itomu's soul."
…
After Fang Mingquan returned to the office, he sorted out the images of the battle. No editing was needed at all. He just added a title and wrote an article at the end.
It's just that this article he wrote was not for God B, but for Itomu.
"King of Assassins"
Life after life will never end
There is only one knife in this world and here
See all the ruthless guests for hundreds of years
Weiyi's style is the most touching
Dedicated to Itomu, the assassin king who will always be in my heart.
In this battle, God B was rarely mentioned. Itomu was basically discussed. Although he failed to win, the style of Itomu's sword had touched everyone's hearts and he was dubbed the assassin.
reputation as king.
As for God B, he has become an invincible God in people’s minds, and there is no interest in discussing it anymore. (To be continued.)