One blade, enhanced 100,000 times
39 . Generals to generals, kings to kings, needles to wheat awn

Daoist Gou

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Ding!

Ding ding!

In Bai Juyi's famous work, Song of the Pipa, it described how dancers played the pipa. The big strings were as noisy as the rapid rain, and the small strings were as loud as whispers. There was a loud noise, and the pearls fell on the jade plate.

Xia Yi didn't have a deep understanding of musical instruments, so he couldn't follow Bai Juyi's words and imagine the scene of the prosperous Tang Dynasty.

But now, he was faced with a slash that was as heavy as a thousand pounds and as fast as lightning. In the clanging of weapons and the wailing of the Emperor's death, he suddenly understood the artistic conception of these four lines of poetry.

There were no fancy techniques.

Every slash was a result of his well-honed basic skills and the experience he gained from fighting.

Every time Wood Sword Eight swung his blade, he was exhausted.

He defended for a hundred moves.

But in the end, a hundred secrets were once neglected.

"Swoosh!"

With the sharp blade, intense pain and blood gushed out of his body.

The pumping blood pressure in their hearts provided the power for them to erupt. In the end, when the blood rain fell from the sky, it was so beautiful.

His upper body was naked, and Mu Jianba was bathed in the blood of his enemies. He looked at Xia Yi who was on the ground and grinned,"

"Brat, you were only slashed once and you're kneeling on the ground like a corpse. That's too embarrassing.”

"Ahem…"

The pain assaulted Xia Yi's nerves.

His right hand gripped the Emperor Death tightly as he tried his best to stand up.

However, just like that day when he crashed into Xu Gang's Golden Bell Shield, the dizziness, weakness, and the coldness caused by the loss of a large amount of blood still blurred his vision.

He tried hard to stand up.

However, his brain's instinct made him give up and adopt the most conservative desire to survive.

Don't move, wait for the wound to heal.

Instinct and rationality collided violently, and more and more blood flowed from his body.

In the end, his vision became blurry and then black…

When he opened his eyes again, Gengmu Sword Eight was still covered in blood.

The wounds on his body were as good as new.

It was as if he had been reborn after death.

Only the bloodstains on the ground reminded him…just now…

He seemed to have died once.

"Let me tell you, kid.”

Gengmu Sword Eight's voice suddenly sounded.

The strongest Grim Reaper, who was covered in blood and looked like a demon god, said,

"You lose your mobility after being slashed, and you die when your heart is pierced? Having one's arm chopped off meant losing one's combat power, and having one's head chopped off meant death? What a joke. That was a weakness that only the weak would have!”

The man's eyes were filled with excitement and fighting spirit. The bell on his hair trembled non-stop because of his master's surging mood, making a crisp sound.

"The real battle is when you get slashed once, you return the favor and slash the enemy three times! If the heart was pierced, then he would hold the enemy's hand and stab the knife into the enemy's heart at the same time! If his left hand was chopped off, he would switch to his right hand. If his head was chopped off, even if the head had to crawl with its teeth, it would still crawl onto the enemy's body and bite his throat! Instinct? Consciousness? Weakened from excessive bleeding? What a bastard! As long as the enemy was still alive, the beasts would never stop fighting! Now…have you rested enough?"

After hearing his words, Xia Yi felt as if his body had been reborn and slowly stood up.

He raised his head and looked at the other beast.

Xia Yi grinned."

"I'm sorry to have kept you waiting."

Gengmu Sword Eight also grinned and took another step forward.

"Then…let this slaughter continue. Don't…stop!"

The two wild beasts once again revealed their sharp claws and fangs as they collided.

……

His main artery was cut open.

It didn't matter.

The blood had not dried up, and his body still had strength.

Chop him!

His liver was broken by a kick, and he felt a sharp pain?

Don't be afraid.

It was just a liver. Endure, persevere, and repay the pain to the enemy a hundred times over!

Chop him!

His head was smashed.

It didn't matter.

If my left brain isn't working well, I still have my right brain. If I can't hold a knife, I still have my teeth!

Sorry, Gengmu Holyfield Kenba, Tyson is going to use his ultimate move!

……

At some point in time, the dojo was completely covered in blood. On top of the dried black blood was another fresh red blood that had just been spilled.

"Ding!"

Ding!

" Ding!"

In the darkness, two figures were fighting in the dojo with only the faint moonlight.

It would never stop.

Unknowingly, Gengmu Sword Eight's blade was once again blocked by Xia Yi who had been resurrected countless times. At the same time, Xia Yi's elbow was raised and pressed against Gengmu Sword Eight's right wrist.

Although he did not successfully block the other party's blade that was slashing at him, at the same time, as if by instinct, the tip of the blade moved from under his body. The moment he was sent flying, it stabbed into Gengmu Sword Eight's throat.

A huge force came, and Xia Yi was sent flying along with his blade.

However, this time, he rolled and crawled up from the ground like a wild beast trying to find its balance. Suddenly, his body turned into a series of afterimages.

Three Suns and Moons Dance!

"Ding!"

The blade that was originally meant to cut off the head was blocked again.

Gengmu Sword Eight grabbed Xia Yi's head and smashed it onto the ground.

However, at that moment, there was a flash of lightning. Xia Yi ignored the bloody scalp that was pulled down by Mu Jianba. With a flash of lightning, the Emperor's Death in his hand slashed at the opponent's neck.

"Shua!“

The opponent's knife instantly cut him in half, but in the last bit of his consciousness, Xia Yi saw the blood gushing out of the opponent's neck.

Instinct VS instinct.

Beast against beast.

King to King!

Until death!

(Sigh, I don't dare to say what an old book is, or else I'll be exposed... I can only say that... among the urban entertainment novels you've read, you've definitely read my book.))

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