Chapter 252

Miyamoto Shinyi, white as snow, but his clothes have been dyed red, like the vast snow mountain was stained with blood. Pinshu.com

His face was cold and his wound was still bleeding, but he turned a blind eye.

Henry snorted. His opponent had been injured. A person would inevitably be weak when he was injured. When he was weak, his spirit and physical strength would decline. Naturally, Henry would not give Miyamoto Shinyi a chance to breathe. In the eyes of Henry, who killed countless people, this moment is naturally a great opportunity.

Take advantage of his illness and kill him!

So Henry didn't continue to wait, but chose to take the initiative to attack. Both of them used their swords. He had just injured Miyamoto Shinyi, which was a sneak attack, but at this time he really used his housekeeping skills. After the long sword came out of its sheath, it was like a net, and countless sword shadows surrounded Miyamoto Shinyi. This was completely a moment. Henry's long sword was almost incredible.

Miyamoto Shinyi's face was calm, and he began to retreat. He retreated, and Henry frantically attacked. There was a saying that if you keep it for a long time, you will lose it. Henry believed that within 100 moves, you can kill Miyamoto Shinyi without paying any price. According to Miyamoto Shinyi's current state, he can kill Miyamoto Shinyi without taking any risk at all, even if it is enough to kill the other party.

Henry's crazy attack made Miyamoto Shinyi like a boat in the waves, as if he would sink to the bottom of the sea at any time.

Henry's eyes twinkled with cruelty and laughed, "you fight back, aren't you a swordsman? Why don't you pull out your sword now? Are you afraid? Are you timid? Don't you dare to pull out your sword? Let me see what your blade looks like."

Miyamoto Shinyi was floating and dodging hard, but he still didn't pull out the sword, but his face was cold, and the sweat on his forehead began to drip down drop by drop.

Just when a big drop of sweat was about to fall on the corner of Miyamoto Shinyi's eyes, Henry observed carefully and whispered a good opportunity in his heart. Miyamoto Shinyi's sword was out of its sheath, but his sword was too fast, too fast to be incredible, because as soon as the sword was pulled out, it had reached Henry's throat. In the world, who could escape his fast sword?

"My sword is not for seeing, but for killing."

With a puff, the long sword ran directly through Henry's throat. Henry's eyes almost stared out, and his mouth opened wide. There was a gurgle in his mouth, but he was unable to speak. His unbelievable eyes seemed to ask, how could this be possible? How could I lose to you?

No one can think clearly about this. Obviously, Miyamoto Xinyi's strength is almost the same as that of him. Both of them are in the middle of Dan Jin, but he has seriously injured Miyamoto Xinyi. In his opinion, Miyamoto Xinyi has no reason to survive now, whether it's a waste or a battle, but in fact, Miyamoto Xinyi just took his life with such a sword, Even he didn't see clearly what Miyamoto Shinyi's blade looked like, because Miyamoto Shinyi's sword had been taken back into its sheath after running through his throat.

Henry's body fell to the ground with a bang. Miyamoto Shinyi gasped heavily, sweating like rain, and even his two legs were a little unstable, shaking constantly, looking at Henry's body, His tone was able to remain calm: "You certainly don't understand why I can kill you? Your heart is not convinced. You're right, you have more experience in killing than I do, and even you can sneak attacks in a despicable way to kill people. But you're not a real swordsman. Wearing a sword in your hand is just a killing tool. For you, it doesn't matter whether it's a sword or a knife, even a gun. How to kill this talent is your goal 。”

"Since you don't love your sword, how can you cultivate the supreme sword technique? How can your sword keep a tacit understanding with you?"

"I can win you, not because I'm better than you, but because I'm a swordsman and you're a murderer, that's all."

After Miyamoto Shinyi finished speaking, he sat down on the ground with a pop. He just said too much, but Henry couldn't even hear a word, because Henry was dead.

As Miyamoto Shinichi thought, Henry probably didn't understand until he died. A man who should be half as powerful as him in his eyes, and this man was injured, why could he kill him?

As Miyamoto Shinyi himself said, he killed so many people that Henry forgot that he was a pure swordsman. His killing method was above Miyamoto Shinyi, but his Kendo could never reach the level of Miyamoto Shinyi.

Because Miyamoto Shinyi is a purest swordsman.

Miyamoto Shinyi lay on the ground, breathing heavily. The injury that pierced his chest before was really serious. In addition, his last sword had concentrated the energy and spirit of his whole body, which could be said to have emptied all the strength in his body, so at this moment, it was difficult for him to stand up.

And Xiaobei and Toure are still fighting frantically.

Xiaobei's strength is not as good as Toure. Normally, his situation should be more dangerous than Miyamoto Shinyi, because his strength is between Bozhong and Miyamoto Shinyi, but Henry is not better than them, but Toure is much better than them.

The mid-term and peak of Dan Jin seem to be just a step across, but in fact, the difference is very far away.

In this case, Xiao Bei, with his crazy anger, did not lose the battle with Toure.

The fists of both men are like raindrops. If normal people can't catch the trace with their naked eyes, there will be more than a dozen fists crazy fighting out in almost an instant. Every time Xiaobei takes a punch from Toure, he will feel the pain as if his body is about to break. The power of this Toure is really too strong.

Every time Xiao Bing hits Toure with a punch, Toure is also quite surprised. He didn't expect that this person with less strength than himself would burst out such terrible strength, and there should be so many masters in the prince's mansion.

Finally, the two men separated for more than ten meters, and all stopped. Xiao Bei gasped. Toure also felt uneven breathing, and his eyes looked at Xiao Bei warily.

"You are a strong young man." Toure said calmly, "it's worth my admiration."

Xiaobei didn't answer.

"After you die, I will always remember your name, Xiao Bei."

Xiao Bei didn't answer him, but his face was again filled with his trademark smile.

Toure looked at Xiao Bei and asked, "why do you laugh? Do you think you won't die? You won me?"

Xiao Bei looked at Toure and said, "since you are still alive, of course you should laugh. This is what my captain said to me before."

"Who is your captain?"

"Brother Bing is the man who was beaten away by white hair."

"It was him." Toure frowned slightly and said, "his strength doesn't seem to be as good as you."

"Some things don't depend on the surface." Xiaobei said, "for example, in this situation, your strength is stronger than me, so you think you can kill me. In fact, it's not certain who kills me."

Toure bent down slightly, just like a beast that was about to kill its prey. His eyes also gave people that terrible feeling: "you are very interesting. As a respect, I will let you suffer less and try to take your life simply."

Xiao Bei also bent down and said, "come on."

Suddenly, Xiaobei's heart tightened. Toure had swooped like a cheetah, and quickly surprised Xiaobei.

Xiao Bei quickly stepped forward, his palm like a knife, his hand up and down, and rushed towards Toure.

Toure rushed up, but avoided Xiaobei's palm at an extremely dangerous angle, almost wiping his palm. Then Toure's fist directly hit Xiaobei's nose. Xiaobei's nose was bleeding, and the person also flew backward.

Toure didn't give Xiaobei the slightest chance to breathe. Xiaobei people felt countless fists and feet falling on him like raindrops in the air, and others couldn't fall in the air at all.

His chest was broken, his minibus was kicked, and his face was severely hit. When Xiao Bei fell, almost no part of his body was injured, many bones were broken, and even his right leg was broken, and his body was covered with blood, looking miserable.

Toure stood in front of Xiaobei. The gap in strength and combat experience led Xiaobei to have no ability to fight back in front of Toure, who broke out with all his strength. You know, Toure lived in the most chaotic African region in the world since childhood, where he helped the tribe kill too many people, including ordinary people, mercenaries in Africa, killers, government officials, bandits and robbers, He killed too many people. In the end, the whole tribe was slaughtered by him.

His hands had already been covered with blood, and countless ghosts had been trampled under his feet.

Toure and Henry are different. Henry's experience and psychological quality are far inferior to Toure, and his strength is naturally no way to compare with Toure. However, the strength of the two opponents they met this time is the same, so it is doomed to the different results on both sides of them.

Toure moved his wrists, looked down at Xiaobei, and slowly said, "I'm a man of my word. I've always been able to do what I say. Since I just said that I won't let you suffer, you'd better not move. Now let me kill you in pain, or let you suffer less."

After saying that, Toure pinched his hand towards Xiaobei's throat. Just as he bent down and stretched out his hand, Xiaobei jumped up as if he had a spring, and hit Toure directly in the heart.

A faint light flashed in Toure's eyes, and he quickly retreated back. While he failed to directly kill Xiaobei, Xiaobei's blow was also empty.