C621 Peak Contest Two
C621 Peak Contest Two
"You want the family heirloom of my princess wife, Shangguan Lulu? Can you show me some face? "Besides, who's going to die is not certain," I said, pointing the blade at Månsson.
"He recovered so quickly? Looks like the rumors are true. The Eye of Resurrection pendant can really quickly recover the damage to the body. I wonder if it can bring the dead back to life? " Månsson looked at me with excitement.
It was as if I had become his experimental mouse, and he had verified a conjecture.
Månsson saw me recover in just a few minutes. He saw hope, hope of life.
Mo Sen understood that if he did not remove the Devouring Body Poison from his body, he would die within half a year, or even faster.
"I don't know, I've never tried …" Do you want to try it? " I asked coldly.
"Brat, you better be tactful. As long as you give me the Eye of Resurrection pendant, I can consider leaving you with an intact corpse." Månsson pointed at me and threatened me as if I were a child.
"All corpses die, and all bodies are destroyed. Is there any difference? Is your brain being funny? " I had a mean look on my face.
"Courting death." Månsson squeezed the word out between his teeth and charged at me again.
I pushed Yashu aside and charged at him with my invisible blade of blood ice.
One inch longer, one inch stronger. This time, I won't foolishly use my fists against him, because that would undoubtedly be an egg hitting a rock.
Before Månsson's fist could even approach me, the blade of my sword had already pierced through the sky and was stabbing at Månsson's abdomen.
I felt my hands go numb. It turned out that the stranger had grabbed my blade. His hands were wrapped in Zhen Qi. The blade in his hand was like a short circuit, sparkling with sparks.
I felt that my right hand was a little unable to hold the hilt of Aine's Sword. I quickly used my left hand to help.
The sword of Ina in my hand was held tightly by his two hands. It was like a tug-of-war between me and Månsson.
I couldn't take back Ainphent's Sword, nor could Mo Sen take it away. Slowly, I lost my strength, and the sword in my hand was slowly pulled away by Mo Sen.
I quickly thought about it. Suddenly, Ya Shu's leg flew towards Mo Sen's face. Mo Sen tilted his head and easily dodged the kick. He then used his free hand to punch Ya Shu's abdomen.
Ya Shu was knocked down by Mo Sen's punch. Seeing that Mo Sen only had one hand left to take the sword from me, I wanted to quickly pull the sword back.
Just as I drew my sword back a little, Månsson's other hand tightened on the transparent blade.
Moreover, compared to before, Mo Sen was even more forceful. I felt that it wouldn't be long before the entire sword of Ina would be pulled out by him.
"Kid, do you only have these few? "Oh," Månsson said, pushing again, and I felt more and more passive, as if I were fighting a train instead of a sword fight.
I felt like I couldn't hold on any longer, and Månsson had reached his limit, because his face, which he had just recovered, was deformed again.
"Here you go, donkey," I said, suddenly pulling away from him and releasing my hands.
I let go of him, caught him off guard, and he staggered back.
In the blink of an eye, I charged at Mårtensson, and with lightning speed, I wrapped my fist around his fist and slammed it into his deformed face.
Mo Sen's head was as hard as diamond. Every time he punched me, my hand would hurt. I didn't care about the pain as I simply and roughly repeated the same action.
After a few punches, Månsson was stunned. I think he's seen a lot of stars by now.
Månsson was still holding the blade of Ina's sword in both hands, and I thought he was stupid enough to throw it at me.
My fists rained down on Månsson's head. I couldn't stop, I couldn't stop, I couldn't stop.