Miyamoto Shinji's clothes were as white as snow, but they had been dyed red, as if the vast snow mountain had been stained with blood.
His face was cold, and his wound was still bleeding, but he turned a blind eye to it.
Harry snorted. His opponent had been injured. When a person was injured, it was inevitable that he would be weak. When he was weak, his energy and physical strength would decline. Harry would not give Miyamoto Shinji any chance to breathe. In the eyes of a man like Harry, who had killed countless people, this moment was naturally the best opportunity.
Take advantage of his weakness and kill him!
Therefore, Harry did not continue to wait, but chose to take the initiative to attack. Both of them used their swords. He had just injured Miyamoto Shinji with a sneak attack, but now he really used his special skill. After the long sword was unsheathed, it was like a net, and countless sword shadows surrounded Miyamoto Shinji. This was all completely in an instant. Miyamoto Shinji's long sword had been incredibly fast.
Miyamoto Shinji's face was calm, and he began to retreat. As he retreated, Harry attacked wildly. There was a saying that a prolonged defense would lead to a loss. Harry believed that he could definitely kill Miyamoto Shinji within a hundred moves without paying any price. According to Miyamoto Shinji's current state, he could kill Miyamoto Shinji without taking any risks. Even if it was a consumption of energy, it was enough to kill him.
Harry's crazy attack made Miyamoto Shinji like a small boat in the stormy waves, as if it would sink at any time.
Harry's eyes flashed with cruelty. He laughed and said, "Fight back. Aren't you a swordsman? Why haven't you drawn your sword yet? Are you afraid? Are you timid? Don't you dare to draw your sword? Let me see what the edge of your sword looks like. "
Miyamoto Shinji's clothes fluttered in the wind. He was struggling to dodge, but he still did not draw his sword. His face was cold, and the sweat on his forehead began to drip down.
Just as a large drop of sweat was about to fall onto the corner of Miyamoto Shinji's eye, Harry observed carefully and thought that it was a good opportunity. But Miyamoto Shinji had already unsheathed his long sword. His sword was so fast that it was unbelievably fast. As soon as the long sword was unsheathed, it was already at Harry's throat. Who in the world could dodge his fast sword?
"My sword isn't for looking, it's for killing."
With a puff, the long sword directly pierced through Harry's throat. Harry's eyes almost popped out. He opened his mouth wide and gurgled, but he could no longer speak. His incredulous eyes seemed to be asking, "How could this be? How could I lose to you?"
No one could figure it out. Miyamoto Shinji's strength was almost the same as his. Both of them were at the middle stage of Elixir-strength. However, he had seriously injured Miyamoto Shinji. In his opinion, there was no reason for Miyamoto Shinji to survive, no matter if he continued to fight or to end the battle with one move. But in fact, Miyamoto Shinji had already killed him with just one move. He didn't even see what Miyamoto Shinji's sword looked like, because Miyamoto Shinji's sword had already been sheathed after piercing his throat.
Henry's body fell to the ground with a thud. Miyamoto Shinji was gasping for breath and sweating profusely. Even his legs were trembling unstably. Looking at Henry's body, he was still able to keep his tone calm. "You must not understand why I could kill you, right? You're not convinced in your heart. You're right. You have more experience in killing people than I do. You can even resort to despicable sneak attacks in order to kill people. You're willing to do anything. But you are not a real swordsman. The sword is just a tool in your hand. For you, it doesn't matter if it's a sword or a knife, even if it's a spear. Your goal is to kill this person. "
"Since you don't love your sword, how can you practice the supreme swordsmanship? How can your sword keep a tacit understanding with you? "
"I can defeat you, not because I am stronger than you, but because I am a swordsman and you are a murderer. That's all."
After saying that, Miyamoto Shinji sat on the ground with a thud. He had just said too much, but Harry could not hear a word, because Harry was dead.
Just as Miyamoto Shinji had thought, Henry could not understand why a man who was as strong as him in his eyes, and who was injured, could kill him.
Just as Miyamoto Shinji said, Harry had killed so many people that he forgot that he was a pure swordsman. His killing methods were better than Miyamoto Shinji's, but his kendo could never reach Miyamoto Shinji's level.
Because Miyamoto Shinji was the purest swordsman.
Miyamoto Shinji lay on the ground, gasping for breath. The wound in his chest was really serious. In addition, he had concentrated all his energy and spirit in the last strike. It could be said that he had exhausted all the strength in his body. So at this moment, it was difficult for him to even stand up.
On the other hand, Lil Bei and Tully were still madly attacking each other.
Lil Bei was not as strong as Tulay. Normally, his situation should be more dangerous than Miyamoto Shinji's, because his strength was almost the same as Miyamoto Shinji's. But Harry was not stronger than them, while Tulay was much stronger.
The middle stage of Elixir-strength and the peak of Elixir-strength seemed to be only one level apart, but in fact, the gap between them was very big.
Under such circumstances, Lil Bei was not at a disadvantage in the battle with Tulay, relying on his crazy anger.
Their fists were like raindrops. Ordinary people would not be able to see them with their naked eyes. Almost in an instant, more than 10 punches were thrown out. Every time Lil Bei took a punch from Tulay, he would feel pain as if his body was about to break. Tulay's strength was too strong.
Tulay was quite surprised every time Xiao Bing punched him. He did not expect that this man, who was not as strong as him, could have such a terrible power, and there were so many masters in the mansion.
Finally, the two stopped more than 10 meters away from each other. Lil Bei gasped for breath. Tulay also felt that his breathing was uneven. He looked at Lil Bei vigilantly.
"You are a very strong young man." Tulay said calmly, "I admire you very much."
Lil Bei did not answer.
"After you die, I will always remember your name, Lil Bei."
Lil Bei did not answer him, but his face was full of his trademark bright smile again.
Tulay looked at Lil Bei and asked, "Why are you still smiling? Do you think you will not die? Did you defeat me? "
Lil Bei looked at Tulay and said, "Since I am still alive, of course I should smile. This is what my captain told me before."
"Who is your captain?"
"Brother Bing, the man who was beaten by White Hair."
"So it is him." Tulay frowned slightly and said, "He seems to be weaker than you."
"Some things can't be judged on the surface." Lil Bei said, "For example, in this situation, you are stronger than me, so you think you can kill me. In fact, it is not certain who will kill who."
Toure bent down slightly, like a beast about to pounce on its prey. His eyes also gave off that kind of terrifying feeling. "You are a very interesting person. As a form of respect, I will let you suffer a little less and try to take your life as easily as possible."
Lil Bei also bent down and said, "Come on."
Suddenly, Lil Bei's heart tightened. Tulay had already pounced on him like a cheetah. Lil Bei was shocked by the swiftness and fierceness.
Lil Bei quickly stepped forward. Like a knife, he raised his hand and pounced on Tulay.
Tully pounced on Lil 'North, but he dodged Lil' North's punch at an extremely dangerous angle. His fist almost brushed past Lil 'North's palm, and then Tully's fist hit Lil' North's nose. Blood flowed from Lil 'North's nose, and he flew backward.
Tulay didn't give Lil Bei any chance to catch his breath. Lil Bei was in the air, but he felt countless punches and kicks falling on his body like raindrops. He couldn't even land in the air.
His ribs were broken, his lower abdomen was kicked, and his face was punched hard. When Lil Bei fell down, there was almost no part of his body that was not injured. Many of his bones were broken, and even his right leg was fractured. He was covered in blood and looked extremely miserable.
Tulay stood in front of Lil Bei. The gap in strength and combat experience made Lil Bei unable to fight back in front of Tulay who had used all his strength. It should be known that Tulay had lived in the most chaotic area in the world since he was a child in Africa. There, he had helped his tribe kill too many people, including ordinary people, African mercenaries, killers, government officials, bandits, and robbers. He had killed too many people. In the end, the entire tribe was slaughtered by him.
His hands were already stained with blood, and he had already stepped on countless ghosts.
Tulay was different from Henry. Henry's experience and mental quality were far inferior to Tulay's, and his strength was naturally incomparable to Tulay's. However, the opponents they encountered this time were of the same strength, so they were destined to have different results.
Toure stretched his wrists and looked at Lil Bei condescendingly. He said slowly, "I'm a man of my word, and I always do what I say. Since I said that I wouldn't let you suffer, you'd better not move. Now, let me kill you quickly so that you won't have to suffer a bit."
After that, Tulay's hand reached for Lil Bei's throat. Just as he bent down and stretched out his hand, Lil Bei bounced up like a spring and punched directly at Tulay's heart.
A faint light flashed in Tulay's eyes. He quickly retreated. When he failed to kill Lil Bei, Lil Bei's punch also missed.
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