Chapter 423 Iron Female Warrior 20
Darling, are you going to make a bigger move?
Xining also stood up straight. After shouting "Ah~", he picked up the iron rod and swung it a few times... whatever looked good, using tricks and tricks just to delay time.
Even if Miyamoto doesn't know what she is thinking, they are on the field this time to entertain the audience. If she is not allowed to perform, Brother Kun and the people above will be angry.
Sure enough, Miyamoto could only pretend to watch her show her teeth and show off her bluff.
Did you see that? Another five seconds passed. But what to do with the remaining time? You must know that Miyamoto is too fast and it will be over in the blink of an eye.
Seeing that Miyamoto was getting impatient, Xining yelled again... picked up the iron rod and ran away.
Miyamoto was stunned by the accident. He thought he would rush up after yelling, but he ran away unexpectedly. But that's right, she was originally a sparring partner and was running for her life.
Don't dare to run far away. The more you run, the more you will be caught up and cut into pieces.
She ran a few steps and chose a place with a large wooden box to stop, leaning against the box with her back. This way, Miyamoto couldn't dodge around her. Every time she dodged, a gash was left on her hands and feet. This time, her head was completely destroyed if she failed to point the finger correctly.
As soon as she turned around and leaned back, Miyamoto had already rushed over with a knife. He raised the knife high and pointed it at her head, slashing straight from top to bottom with the force of splitting mountains and seas.
Xining bent down, picked up the iron rod and stabbed Miyamoto in the stomach like a gun.
With a "bang" sound, the head of the iron rod hit a hard object and forced Miyamoto out.
Miyamoto was pushed out at once and took three steps back. After he stood firm, he became angry and turned the handle of the knife he clenched in both hands before attacking again.
Fight for your life with my sister, I will fight for my life!
Xining took the iron rod and waved it with all his strength, trying to use the iron rod to form a protective circle in front of him to prevent Miyamoto from getting close.
There are only ten seconds left, no matter what, you have to hold on.
The figure of Miyamoto in front of him flashed and suddenly turned into three people.
Three identical Miyamotos, holding knives in their hands, stood there, looking ready to attack...
After a slight pause in the venue, there was a sudden wave of applause.
What a naughty operation? Xi Ning's mouth was full of bitterness, what should I do if this makes people swollen? It should be said that Miyamoto's speed is too fast. He is still the same person, but he just stays in the blind spot of human vision.
Damn it's a speed type. When I make enough money, I'll buy a speed type body... Instead, she stopped and looked at it warily.
No matter how fast the machine's body is, it's not so fast that people can't see it. As long as they keep a close eye, they can always see the person rushing towards them.
Time passes by second by second, seven, six, five...
With a "shua~", three Miyamotos turned into one Miyamoto, raised their swords and rushed over, arriving in front of them in the blink of an eye.
She subconsciously blocked it with an iron rod, but Miyamoto's attack was extremely heavy and the blade was blocked by the iron rod. He immediately slid the knife down, and the blade rubbed against the iron bar, making a sharp sound and sparks flying.
Then he turned his hand and the front part of the knife was pressed into his neck.
Blue biochemical liquid suddenly spurted out, splashing half of her face wet.
It hurts...the shoulder is not the left arm, it has a pain system, and it feels like it's really being cut into the flesh. Tears blurred my eyes, making everything I saw blurry, like a mirage.
This is not the time to cry out for pain. If you go on any longer, the neck injury will be too serious and the biochemical fluid will drain out. Just like a person who has lost blood, it will affect the brain's control of the entire body. The whole body will be weak and even unable to move, and then the head will be cut off.
Whether the severed head is cut or kicked depends entirely on the other person's mood.
Unable to wait for death, she moved the iron rod along the blade of the knife to a suitable position and held it against the knife. At this time, Miyamoto pressed down with all his strength, really wanting to cut off her head.
"Four, three, two..." Many people were shouting on the field, and they should all bet on her not to lose. The time was almost up. A cold light flashed in Miyamoto's eyes. He suddenly freed up a hand and took out the short knife worn on his waist...
No way, she can't block another knife with only one hand now. Seeing that the tip of Miyamoto's short knife was facing her forehead, she would die if the knife was struck!
Brother, what hatred and resentment do you have?
Just when Miyamoto drew out his short knife and aimed it at the opponent's head with his backhand, a water bottle was suddenly thrown at him.
Miyamoto didn't care at first, nothing would affect a samurai, but the direction the bottle was thrown in...
At the backstage door, several people looked at the small cylinder.
The little cylinder stared with a confused look: "What are you looking at? What happened?"
Are you dazzled? This bottle seems to have been thrown by him...
Miyamoto hesitated and said "beep...", time is up!
Xining suddenly felt weak in his arms and legs and fell down directly. No, the biochemical liquid is still beeping in the neck. I quickly cover it with my right hand, waiting for the biochemical liquid to leak out. It will take more time to refill the biochemical liquid later.
Two tall and thick assistants ran up and lifted her down.
This time she was in a terrible situation, and her right arm was chopped off again. I always have a grudge against my right arm. Every time it is cut off, it still hurts.
Cut off the sensory system first and start repairing the damage in the neck. After it is done, while injecting the biochemical fluid, install the severed right arm.
Xining was lying on the operating table and heard the noise outside.
Today there is a duel between hot girls with hot bodies, that kind of thing, and I can’t watch it now.
Mo Ming: "It's better not to look at it. With your character, it will make you look like a needle."
Hoho, it’s out!
Xining: “Isn’t it very satisfying to see me being hacked?”
Mo Ming: "It's not just you, it's fun for others to be chopped down. After all, you don't have to worry about your life... When can you become a warrior?"
Samurai... Tsk, do you want her to die so much?
Mo Ming stopped bubbling and probably went to watch the game. He likes to watch this kind of fighting show.
After finishing it, I went to take a shower, change clothes, and catch up with dinner.
The little oil drum seemed to be particularly attentive. He left food for her and made soup for her. This time the soup was full of vegetables, and it was hard to tell whether it was vegetables or soup. He also gave her the largest piece of braised pork.
Xi Ning looked at him suspiciously. He was trying to be courteous for nothing, but he was either a traitor or a thief.
The mobile phone's payment prompt sounded. Xining picked it up and saw that 70 coins had arrived. This money is really hard to make!
Brother Kun came over again and patted her on the shoulder: "Well done, you have a bright future, do your best!"
She said while eating: "Brother Kun, can you turn off my sensory system before going on stage?"
Brother Kun thought for a while, with a smile on his face: "Well, it's better not to turn it off. The audience likes to watch it!"
If the audience likes to watch, she has to be in real pain? Xining rolled his eyes: "I can show pain. You saw it today. When I cut the artificial leather, I acted quite realistically."
Brother Kun continued to laugh, smiling like a cunning person: "After all, the blue biochemical fluid is what excites the audience, so I won't use artificial leather in the future. Do a good job!"
After speaking, in order to change the subject, he slapped the little oil drum sitting next to him on the shoulder. His tone became harder: "What happened to that water bottle just now?"
(End of chapter)