Online game of short knife

Chapter 268 Repel
A heart-piercing pain spread from the left arm, and when it was severe, I felt that my eyes went dark, and I almost lost consciousness. The place on the arm that was wiped by the green devil's hand seemed to be pricked by tens of thousands of needles at the same time, and there were countless insects. Lively gnawed, every inch of muscle seemed to be torn and shredded inch by inch, there seemed to be something moving under the skin, and it was about to burst out of the body. Into the cold ice, it will shatter with a slight touch, but it is scorching hot as if being burned by fire for a while, the flesh of the arm seems to be scorched and peeled off layer by layer in the raging flames.

It’s no wonder that people who have been hit by the Green Devil’s Hand will be in pain. It’s really painful. It’s like rubbing all the pain in the world together, forcing it into the wound and bursting out at the same time. The pain is so severe that I just want to pass out like this, just being rubbed Just a little bit, it hurts like this, it's better to die, 30% experience is nothing.

"Fuck me, why did you get beaten up like this after I slept for a while." Yan Baiwu's voice suddenly sounded in Serious's mind, "Well, there's nothing wrong with an afro and a black face. Are you going to change jobs to dance in Africa?"

"Roll, roll!" Seriously but not in the mood to bicker with Yan Baiwu, he moved sideways, dodging the blow that Qiu Du rubbed his body, and only moved a little, and felt the pain on his body become more intense, There were stars in his eyes, and his mind was in a trance.

Fortunately, Qiu Du's condition is not so good, his footsteps are sloppy, and he presses his chest from time to time, obviously he is at the end of his strength.

"It hurts like hell!"

"It's okay, just because of your nameless mentality, I have researched something new, stick to it for 3 seconds." Yan Baiwu said.

Seriously didn't have time to reply, because Qiu Du attacked again, so Serious could only struggle and escape in embarrassment, the piercing pain made Serious completely lose the ability to fight, even if he moved a little, he was dizzy from the pain, and when he was touched by the green devil's hand again, he would die It's really going to be over.

A sudden hot current rose from the dantian, passed under the armpit, and circulated along the Shaoyin meridian of the hand. The injured part of the left arm felt a burst of coolness and comfort, and the pain disappeared immediately. The speed of the body quickly decreased, and it returned to normal in an instant, except that on the exposed muscles of the arm, there was a cyan mark like a spider stretching its teeth and claws. This mark branched out into a thin cyan line, extending all the way to the tip of the middle finger, as if A tattoo, but the dark blue color is a bit weird, as if it has life, it seems to be constantly moving under the skin, and it will fly out through the skin at any time.

The pain was gone, and the seriousness suddenly lifted his spirits. Bei Feng quickly pulled out of the sheath with a "clang", the knife flashed continuously, and collided with the attacking green devil's hand several times in a row.

Qiu Du's dead man's face showed a look of surprise, and his blue pupils flickered like will-o'-the-wisps, "There is no cure for the poison of the green devil's hand, how did you get rid of it?"

Seriously, he was about to spit on him, when Yan Baiwu's voice yelled in his mind, "Why talk so much nonsense to him? I don't know that villains die because of talking too much, so fuck him head-on! The state is not right, and the longer it drags on, the less beneficial it will be.”

Hearing what Yan Baiwu said, he stopped being verbose when he was serious, and slashed at Qiudu with a single blow.

"Hmph, no matter what method you brat uses, you are doomed to die under my green devil's hand today!" Qiu Du snorted coldly, rubbed his body to meet him, and the green devil's hand struck out like lightning.

Although Qiu Du was seriously injured, the Green Demon Hand still made the tiger vigorous, and the moves he used were also weird and unsurpassed. He was severely blocked and repeatedly retreated.

"Stupid, you don't know how to use so many martial arts, use Shunpo!" Yan Baiwu shouted.

"I'm entangled, the Shunbu Saber Style is very exhausting, I will definitely be unlucky if I miss it once." Seriously unwilling to retort.

"Does your Shunpo only go forward? Can't you go back?" Yan Baiwu said impatiently.

"Uh" Seriously, I never thought about using Shunpo to retreat. Thinking about it carefully, it seems that it is not impossible.

"His old injury is a little below the left shoulder, above the heart. Take the opportunity to give him a hard blow and see how he dies." Yan Baiwu pointed out incessantly.

Seriously blocked a knife, and retreated one step back. Seriously's figure disappeared in place with a "slap", Qiu Du's moves all hit the empty space, and his face was full of astonishment.

A serious figure appeared two steps away from him, and Beifeng had returned the saber to its sheath at some point, and quickly drew the saber, a lightning-like arc slashed out from the blade, and put the saber back into the sheath in an instant, " Sharpen the knife!"

Qiu Du's reaction was extremely fast. When he saw a serious figure appearing at first sight, the green devil's hand grabbed it with one claw. He was fast, and the saber energy of the knife-sharpening style was even faster. was interrupted.

The opportunity is fleeting, how could Seriously let go of this flaw so easily, "Welcome to the Saber" hastily made a move, Beifeng's hilt was sent forward, the air oscillated, and countless fine ripples appeared in the void, floating points Some ripples, shaking Qiu Du's hands, the middle door opened wide, serious concentration, aiming at the position of Qiu Du's wound pointed by Yan Baiwu, the light of the knife trembled, turned into a stream of light, and made several fierce and incomparable chops in succession. Chopping converges at one point.

Qiu Du let out a mournful cry, staggered, retreated five feet in a row before he managed to stand still, there were criss-crossing blood grooves under his shoulders, and the blood flowed profusely.

At his wound, a ray of dreamy rainbow light flashed, like a magnificent ribbon slowly unfolding, the splendor of various colors seemed to have absorbed all the soft colors in the world, hatred Du Du let out a big mouthful of blood with a "wow", and a morbid blush rose on a dead man's face.

"Die to him! Die to him!" Yan Baiwu chattered to himself again.

"I don't need you to tell me!" He took a step forward, and his figure disappeared in place again.

Seeing that the serious figure disappeared again, Qiu Du took a long breath, bit the tip of his tongue, spewed out a big mouthful of blood mist, retreated sharply, and the sword light flashed in the void, and the "Shunbu Saber Style" moved quickly With a single stroke of the knife, Qiu Du's figure was still as straight as a flying rainbow, flying away with a cloud of blood mist, leaving only a mournful roar.

"Brat, remember it!"

Qiu Du's figure disappeared in an instant, and only the lingering sound was still echoing in the silent valley, accompanied by the lower and lower groans and screams of the masked wizards.

"Damn, I was escaped!" Seriously pointed his middle finger in the direction of Qiu Du's escape, "Hey! Just remember, what's so great, if you don't come to take revenge, you are my grandson!"

Anyway, what he is wearing now is the mask of the black pot man who looked up to the sky and smiled, seriously, he doesn't care at all.

(End of this chapter)