Online game of short knife

Chapter 223 Self-abuse training beyond the limit

Seriously and clearly felt that his face suddenly became cold and stern, and a sharp and piercing murderous aura emanated from his body, as if he had transformed into another person, and his mental temperament became completely different, as if from that moment. Like the one who came out of the endless mountain of corpses and sea of ​​blood.

Beifeng pulled out of the scabbard at a speed beyond serious imagination, slashed in the void, and then quickly returned to the sheath. You can be sure that even in your best condition, you can't make such a quick cut.

The man in white seemed to be startled by the sound of the blade piercing the wind. He looked at the situation on Serious's side, and when he sensed the fierce murderous aura, he raised his eyebrows, but didn't speak, just watched quietly.

The North Wind Knife was like lightning, slashing continuously one after another, returning to the sheath, completely ignoring the alarm issued by the body due to extreme exhaustion, seriously wanting to speak, but found that the voice could not come out of the mouth at all, and the right arm was visible to the naked eye. The speed is constantly expanding. This is because it has exceeded the limit of fatigue, so there will be such continuous swelling. The severe pain is coming continuously. It has soaked through the entire sleeve, and it is conceivable that the arm has been seriously injured under the rapid knife light.

"It's going to be broken! It's going to be broken! My hand is going to be broken!" Sergeant kept yelling, but he didn't make a sound from his mouth. Slowly, the speed of swinging out of the scabbard is getting faster and faster, and the numbers on the counter are rising rapidly like a revolving lantern, without any pause at all.

"Ahhh!! It's too crazy, this rhythm." Seriously wailing, but depressingly found that with his screams, the speed of swinging the knife by the person occupying his body increased a bit, as if his miserable The cry made him very happy.

The light of the sword that Bei Feng swung from the scabbard was already like a sudden gust of wind, and there was no way to see Bei Feng's blade clearly in the light of the sword.

Seriously, it seems that you can already hear the wailing of muscle rupture on your right arm. This way of swinging the knife is extremely abusing your muscles, and blood begins to ooze from your mouth and nose. This is physical exertion and has reached its limit. An extremely dangerous tipping point.

"Ahhhhh!!! Cramp! Cramp!" Seriously wailed continuously, but to no avail.

"Be quiet, it's okay, we are helping you, otherwise you won't be able to die in the game anyway, as long as your hand is not cut off, you can still recover after applying medicine." A clear voice sounded, saying indifferently.

"Ahhh~ but it hurts!" The severe pain continued to hit, and I really wanted to stop the self-abuse of my body, but I was completely powerless.

The voice seemed to only resound in Serious's mind. The man in white sat on a rock not far away, but there was no sign of hearing the voice at all.

Seriously, I realized that I could still communicate with this voice, "Who are you? Why are you in my body, and who is occupying my body?"

"I can't explain this to you right now, but I'll talk about it when the time comes. You just need to know that you and we are one existence, and we will never harm you." Said in a clear voice.

Accompanied by serious and silent wailing, the number on the counter continued to increase, eight hundred, nine hundred, one thousand times, and finally reached the goal. Bei Feng returned to the scabbard with a "clank", but the remaining fine sand on the hourglass was still left. There is still a lot of time before the end.

Immediately, the body returned to Serious's control, a feeling of collapse came, and Serious couldn't stand still at all, his body shook a few times, and he fell face up on the beach like a golden mountain and a jade pillar, panting uncontrollably With a rough breath, he resisted the sharp pain in his hand like being pricked by thousands of needles at the same time, and tried his best to look up at his right arm.

The sleeves were completely soaked in blood, and the palm of the hand was swollen and congested, turning dark purple. The fingers were swollen like radish sticks. Compared with the left hand, it was almost twice as big as the left hand. Trembling, besides the pain, the whole arm is still coming, and the whole body has already felt numb, and it is so serious that I can't even control the movement of my fingers.

"Hey, this is definitely suitable for shooting a beauty salon advertisement, before weight loss~after weight loss~~" A clear voice sounded, and said jokingly.

"Stop joking around!" Sergeant said angrily, the veins on his forehead popped out, he didn't know what kind of situation the thing occupying his body was like, but he completely ignored the condition of his body, and the crazy self-abuse made Sergeant extremely uncomfortable.

"Hahaha, I really thought so. I'm hiding, and I'll talk to you in detail when I have time." The clear voice left a sentence, and then fell silent. No matter how serious it was, it didn't make any response.

A clear and pleasant system notification sounded "Ding", and the task of "Inheritance of the Sword Drawing Technique" was completed. Congratulations to the young hero for acquiring the passive skill "Drawing the Sword Technique". The severe pain has almost made him seriously lose his ability to think.

The figure of the white-clothed man flashed, and he had already arrived in front of Sergeant. He looked at Sergeant, who was lying on the ground with no image on his back. The corners of his mouth were slightly upturned, and there was a rare smile on his cold face, "Boy, what are you doing?" I appreciate your determination to die. In fact, I have been here for a long time. You don’t have to work so hard, but it doesn’t matter. I saw your potential. I really didn’t pick the wrong person. You are very good! Treat yourself Only by being ruthless can you be more ruthless to the enemy!"

Facing the praise of the man in white with a serious bitter face, my heart is full of depression and bitterness. In fact, I don’t want to be like this. The baby is bitter, but the baby can’t say it. There is really a sentence that I really want to say .

The man in white squatted down, pressed his palm against Sergeant's right arm, and with a "squeak", the sleeve on Sergeant's right arm turned into flying catkins, which flew out like butterflies.

Some parts of the sleeves were already clinging to the arms due to blood coagulation. The man in white bounced off all the blood-stained clothes, as if a layer of skin had been peeled off his arms, and his face twitched violently in pain. .

The arm exposed under the clothes was indeed abnormally swollen, showing a strange purple-red color, the blood vessels and meridians were clearly visible, and the arm was covered with mottled blood.

"Boy, you have good perseverance. The muscles in your hands are almost torn apart. You've been injured so badly that you can still hold on. But if you keep practicing, your hand may be useless." The man in white stretched out his fingers and pressed the severely swollen hand. said the arm.

(End of this chapter)