fictionpage Chapter 1218 Breath Of Death
Chapter 1218 Breath Of Death
breath of death
"Is this...the breath of death?" Dongfang Haoxian looked at his palm with several corroded wounds, and stared at Chen Yi with bright eyes.
"It's the first time I've seen the Xingyun Fist with the breath of death. Does it really have other inheritances in the outside world?"
Chen Yi ignored him, but kept breathing in pain.
"You've run out of means? Then obediently go back with me." Seeing that Chen Yi stopped making moves, Dongfang Haoxian walked in front of him.
No matter what you do, it will not change the fact that Dongfang Yang has been killed by me. Chen Yi looked at Dongfang Haosheng with disdain.
"730 is still stubborn?" Chen Yi mentioned his grandson again, which made Dongfang Haoxian a little unhappy. He stretched out his hand, and pressed it down on Chen Yi with a force of thunder.
At this moment, Chen Yi, who was originally full of despair, suddenly had a fierce look in his eyes, and there was no trace of the decline just now. A sword with a black hilt appeared in his hand, and the sword slashed at Dongfang Haoxian who was close at hand.
At this moment, even Dongfang Haoxian, as Emperor Wu, felt the crisis of death.
Chen Yi knew that there was a huge gap in strength between himself and Dongfang Haoxian. There is absolutely no possibility of winning a frontal battle.
The only advantage he has is that Dongfang Haoxian must capture him alive. That is to say, Dongfang Haoxian will always have a moment to come to him.
And this is his best chance to make a move.
In order to reduce Dongfang Haoxian's vigilance, he not only aroused the other party's anger with words, but also deliberately injured himself to reduce his threat. The ability to make a move.
The strongest move he can use is the sword of death. In the short time, he did not develop all the functions of this sword. He only knew that the sword of death could effectively break through the defense of martial energy, and as long as he used it properly, he could cause huge damage to Dongfang Haoxian.
Doing mental calculations without intention, the blade reaches the body, and it is too late to dodge. Facing the crisis at this time, Dongfang Haoxian did not panic, but kicked Chen Yi on the ground with one foot.
Since my injury is unavoidable (afec), don't even think about it.
"Boom!"
Chen Yi was kicked high by Dongfang Haoxian and landed heavily on the ground. Dongfang Haoxian just kicked him in the waist and injured his internal organs. He curled up, spurting blood, trembling uncontrollably.
"No!" Lin Xinting rushed up and hugged Chen Yi. "How are you?" As he said that, he wanted to cut his own wrist and feed Chen Yi blood.
"Don't do this..." Chen Yi weakly stopped her. "Don't get involved. You're giving Dongfang Haoxian an excuse to repent."
He actually wanted to say, why are you still here? Why didn't you run away while I was fighting with Dongfang Haoxian?
It's just that it's useless to say this now. We can only see how much Chen Yi injured Dongfang Haoxian with his blow just now, and whether he can be forced away.
"So this is your confidence. I didn't expect someone to understand the rules of death." Dongfang Haoxian's hoarse voice came.
What he said was good. The so-called rules of death, how can you have a deep understanding without experiencing death? But how can you comprehend when everyone is dead?
The two looked over and found that Chen Yi's sword had just hit Dongfang Haoxian's ribs, completely tearing it apart, and the wound was emitting a kind of black air. Not only that, Chen Yi is also convinced that he cut off several ribs and injured his lungs.
Can such a serious injury make him retreat?
"But the two of you can't change your own destiny." To Chen Yi's despair, Dongfang Haoxian didn't seem to have been fatally injured, and his momentum didn't decline much. .