Text_Chapter 118: A decisive battle for thousands of miles (2)
Chapter 1,118 The decisive battle thousands of miles away (Part 2)
Lin Aoxiang was shocked. He had to be shocked. He was clearly three meters away, but how could he come to him in the blink of an eye? Moreover, the finger he pointed out looked so weak, but for some reason, Lin Aoxiang
However, Ao Xiang felt that that finger contained extremely strong power, as if this finger could break through a mountain. But his body was obviously not as good as a mountain. A threat of death swept through his whole heart. Without thinking too much, his body instinctively
He stepped back, but the speed of that finger was so fast that as soon as he took a step back, a finger had already touched his heart. Suddenly he felt as if he had been hit by a cannonball, and his heart had been completely wounded.
It dented, and the body flew backwards. The blood from the mouth spurted out freely, mixed with a large number of internal organs fragments. The whole person fell directly to the ground heavily, but he could not get up.
The whole place was silent. What is going on? How come we just had a fight? Our classmate Lin Aoxiang, who is proficient in various martial arts, was pointed out by his opponent?
One finger, the opponent only used one finger? Lin Aoxiang was knocked down without even a chance to fight back, and he seemed to have suffered extremely serious injuries? How is this possible?
Cai Shenglong and Ye Tianlong looked at each other, and involuntarily thought of the terrifying finger technique "Shocking Finger" that was circulated among potential users. It was a master who had reached the level of latent explosives and created the ultimate law enforcement. No matter what you use
With this kind of move, no matter what kind of weapon you use, he only needs one finger to point the direction.
But the man in front of him obviously has not reached that level. He has not even stimulated his own potential. How can he have such terrifying fingering skills? Could it be that he is...
"Soaring..." Ye Xingchen and others quickly recovered from their shock, and one by one they were about to rush towards the stage, but a white figure had already arrived on the stage before them, and they reacted
Ye Tianlong.
He put one hand on Lin Aoxiang's chest and frowned tightly.
"Dad, what's wrong with him?" Ye Xingchen said with great worry. He really didn't expect that this thin man had such terrifying strength.
"Three sternums are broken, and the internal organs are severely damaged. We must receive treatment immediately, otherwise..." Ye Tianlong said solemnly, Jingtian pointed out that he had only heard of it.
Hearing that Lin Aoxiang's life was in danger, Ye Xingchen felt a burst of sadness and anger in his heart. He immediately looked at Qiu Xiaodi coldly, only to find that his whole body was also squatting, breathing heavily, as if he had just been exhausted by a finger.
It was like he tried his best.
"Don't look anymore, that finger just now has exhausted all the strength of his body. This is also the terrifying part of this kind of fingering. You continue to play, and I will personally send him down the mountain!" Ye Tianlong said, facing Cai Shenglong in the stands.
He glanced at it, then picked up Lin Aoxiang and rushed down the mountain. After a few breaths, he had disappeared in front of everyone. Seeing the big guys were all dumbfounded, this... is this the true strength of Lord Ye Xiang?
Ye Xingchen, Zifeng, Ouyang Jun, Luo Yin, Lin Aoxiang and others all became angry. After only two games, their side lost two generals, especially Lin Aoxiang, who suffered such a serious injury.
As for the injury, if he had some shortcomings, how should he and others face it?
However, even though they were extremely angry, due to the rules of the competition, Ye Xingchen and others only glared at Qiu Xiaodi fiercely, while Cai Junzhang had a faint smile on his face, and even went to the stage in person to support him.
Qiu Xiaodixin walked off the ring.
What kind of skill is this? One finger consumed all the strength of the whole body. How did he do it? Ye Xingchen and others could not understand the mystery of this finger, but the opponent's third player was already standing
on the platform.
This is a man with an equally thin build. He carries a knife on his back. It is a long knife that looks ordinary. It has no scabbard and is just wrapped in rags. His eyes are as sharp as a knife and his face is abnormal.
Cold and cold, the whole person is like a sword, a sword about to be unsheathed.
"Let me do it!" At this time, Zifeng walked out, and his pupils turned purple again. Ye Xingchen and others understood that it was the fighting spirit in his body that had broken out.
"Be careful, these people are not simple!" Ye Xingchen nodded.
"I understand!" Zifeng also nodded, but walked towards the platform. Anyone on the other side could defeat Lin Aoxiang with just one finger, so how could he despise him?
Cai Shenglong, who was in the stands, set his sights on Cai Junzhang. He really couldn't figure out where his adopted son found these elites. Although none of them could unleash their physical potential, they were definitely among the top masters.
Anyone who goes to any organization is definitely a hot figure, but he didn't expect that Cai Junzhang would recruit them all. It seems that he really underestimated him?
Zifeng slowly walked onto the platform, and with a slight flip of the Ziyue Knife, it appeared in her hand. Under the sunlight, bursts of purple light appeared, making it look so bright.
"What a knife!" The man carrying the knife praised sincerely.
"Where is your knife?" Zifeng said coldly. The more indifferent the other party was, the less he dared to be careless.
The man also slowly took off his sword, and then tore off the fabric layer by layer. Everyone focused on his sword, wanting to see how eye-catching the sword in his hand would be.
It was a sword, but when all the rags on the sword were torn apart, everyone sighed. This is not a sword. It is more like a broken piece of iron. Except for the handle, the whole sword looks different.
It looked dull, not even the blade could see any light. Even the watermelon knives used by gangsters today were sharper than his, but the look on Zifeng's face was even more solemn.
After the man pulled out the knife, his aura completely changed. If the man just now gave people the impression that a knife was about to be unsheathed, then he now is a knife that has been unsheathed and is shining brightly.
Peerless magic weapon...
"This sword has no name. Let me teach you how to use it!" The man held the sword in both hands, pointed down, and saluted Zifeng.
"The name of the sword is Ziyue, please!" Zifeng also returned the salute, and then the whole person rushed forward. A purple sword light instantly cut through the void, but Wuming also rushed forward, and the Wuming in his hand fell from the bottom.
Pulling it up, a white light suddenly swayed from his sword, turning into sharp sword energy, going straight towards Zifeng's body, seeming to break Zifeng into pieces...