Chapter 332 Abandoning the Knife
As a firelight passed between Ma Xiaoyu's fingers, the fire dragon circled and rose among the bats.
When the firelight illuminated Yin Xiu's eyes, murderous intention suddenly appeared.
The two jumped up almost at the same time, Smith was faster and Yin Xiu was slightly slower.
But Smith used his fists, and Yin Xiu used a kick, so he came first.
The strong wind picked up and the corner of Yin Xiu's windbreaker floated up. Smith changed his fist to grabbing and covered Yin Xiu's face.
At this moment, Yin Xiu's feet turned violently, and You Longjin moved all over his body, like a boomerang. He hung his heels back and hit the back of Smith's head at a strange angle at a faster speed.
Unexpectedly, Smith simply gave up grabbing Yin Xiu. Instead, he moved his feet, cut into Yin Xiu's side, and slapped his ribs with his palm.
Yin Xiu had already expected that he would come here, and held him up with an elbow, as if she was just waiting for him to hit him, and smashed Smith's face.
For a vampire of this level, even a wound as big as a bowl can be recovered in a short time. This elbow is not so much a hole in his body as it is tearing apart his psychological defense.
Smith stepped forward, leaving an afterimage on the spot, almost as if breaking the airflow, and stood behind Yin Xiu.
The hair on Yin Xiu's back stood up, and she rolled forward, barely able to avoid Smith's heavy punch.
At the same time, he raised his hand, and a black light shot between Smith's eyebrows.
Smith's eyes became colder and colder, he stretched out two fingers, the blade scraped across his nails, and pierced into the wall, and another spark fell.
A black nail flew out again.
Smith raised his hands, and black miasma shot out from his sleeves. Wherever the smoke passed, the ground was immediately corroded into pits.
Before the miasma reached her body, Yin Xiu felt a numb and itchy feeling all over her face, as if an electric current was flowing through her.
He immediately stretched out his hand, and the dragon and tiger energy spurted out in front of him, forming a semicircular shield.
The miasma was instantly purified, and the original black color faded away, turning into white smoke, like clouds or rising dry ice.
The moment Smith passed through the smoke, Yin Xiu escaped into the shadow, and the two of them passed each other again.
Smith had seen such a move before and was already on guard. After a moment's pause, he quickly turned around and struck backwards.
But Yin Xiu did not appear behind him, nor to the side, as expected.
When Smith's astonishment and surprise reached the extreme, he finally realized that Yin Xiu appeared above him.
His head hung down, and the soles of his feet were pressed against the ceiling, hanging from it like a fan, stable.
Smith hurriedly raised his hand, and at this moment, black light flashed.
His raised left hand was pierced by a black knife, and blood splattered everywhere.
At the same time as a sharp pain came, there was also a feeling of dizziness that temporarily caused him to lose consciousness.
Without telling him to withdraw his hand, Yin Xiu turned over, almost using Smith's hand as a fulcrum, and flipped over.
The sound of flesh and blood tearing on Smith's palm was endless, until the Yuanyang blade got stuck in his wrist bone and stopped sliding down!
This is not like a fight, but a kind of torture, like the punishment of prisoners in ancient times, when the executioner chopped off the hands or feet of the victim.
The moment Yin Xiu fell, he hit Smith in the chest with his knee, causing him to take several steps back. A bloody arrow burst out from Smith's mouth.
Without thinking much, Yin Xiu used his hand as a fulcrum to flip down, and immediately reached forward with both hands, reaching for Smith's chin.
Smith simply twisted his wrist, turned the tip of the knife that penetrated his palm over, used it as a weapon, and stabbed Yin Xiu. Yin Xiu's eyes filled with anger, he took back his hands, hooked his fingers, and a small buzzer sounded.
Then a blood flower bloomed, and Smith's wrist was neatly cut off and flew into the air.
Yin Xiu kicked Smith in the chest again, turned around and pulled out the sharp knife from the broken palm.
At this moment, a strong wind suddenly rose, and several blood arrows penetrated Yin Xiu's shoulders, leaving shocking blood holes one after another.
Yin Xiu was in pain and gave up the pursuit. He raised his hand and shot a few bloody arrows.
It was almost as if the two were shooting at each other at close range. The blood arrows turned into red projectiles, penetrating their shoulders, thighs, abdomen and chest, and passed through their bodies.
The color of blood brings more blood and a colder killing intent.
Smith's wrist had been neatly cut off, but he didn't care at all and instead used the stump of his arm to poke Yin Xiu.
In the process of his attack, the flesh and blood on the arm had begun to heal and grow. The Count-level vampire's resilience was terrifying.
【Red Scale·Xihe Mode! 】
Yin Xiu's left arm suddenly burst into flames, the firelight penetrated the sleeve and the smoke penetrated the glove.
This is just a pure and extreme burning mode. It looks like a rising sun, which stings people so much that they can't open their eyes.
Looking at the fire, Smith couldn't help but feel dazed, and subconsciously raised his hand to cover his face.
At this moment, like an active sunspot in the sun, a black spot gradually appeared in the ball of light, expanded, and finally became a sharp straight line, shooting towards Smith.
Smith suddenly reacted and reached out to pat the black light.
A black knife was easily swatted away by him.
But it was this effortless strength and this effortless movement that made him feel inexplicably uneasy.
He once heard that if an Eastern swordsman's sword falls off his hand, he is either dead, or he has given up, or his skills are inferior to others.
Yin Xiu is obviously not dead yet, and there is no way he will admit defeat.
Not as good as others? This is even more impossible! Because until now, Yin Xiu relied not on strength and speed, but on forcing him into an alley with a superb technique that was like dancing on a tightrope.
Then, there is only one reason why Yin Xiu's knife was shot away, and that is because he abandoned the knife himself, and he wanted to use another powerful weapon that was as powerful as the black knife to deal with Smith!
Just as he figured this out, Smith felt a huge impact on his chest, like a hammer hitting his ribs, precise and swift.
One, then the second, like waves coming, one after another, or like raindrops falling into a pool, creating ripples one after another.
Smith's blood boiled. He lowered his always proud head and finally met Yin Xiu's eyes.
It was a pair of cold but furious eyes, as if a ball of fire had been condensed in the glacier for thousands of years, ready to break through the ice at any time and burn blazingly.
One after another, each attack caused Smith to take a step back and stagger further than before.
The overlord is in battle!
Yin Xiu exhausted all her strength and momentum, and punched through Smith's chest with blazing fire.
(End of chapter)