The internal strength of Aples is far better than that of Hong Jiu, and it cannot be accommodated in this narrow space. It's like a certain kind of object in the room suddenly expands, then another kind of object has to be squeezed out of space. Aples' follow-up punches hit, and the space created by Hong Jiu burst immediately.
And this is what Hong Jiu wanted.
Once the narrow space was broken, Hong Jiu was like the object that was squeezed out of the room. If it is knocked out, it may be damaged, but it is better to squeeze out. He was ejected, and when faced with the remaining three successes of Alpolis, his whole body was still intact, even without any damage.
At this moment, he spat out a mouthful of blood and fell to the ground like a kite with a broken string.
Song Ou ran over and said excitedly, "Lieutenant General Hong, you caught the second punch!"
"Pick up... pick up your sister's hair..."
Wow, another mouthful of blood spurted out, and Hong Jiu's face suddenly lost its color, and he was almost unable to stand. The remaining three successes of that punch still penetrated into his body extremely powerfully.
"Just now... If it wasn't for the empty palm, I would have lost my life..."
In the confrontation just now, it was not because Hong Jiu used his empty palms with all his strength to remove 70% of the power in Aples' punch. In addition, he was very young, with a solid foundation and a strong body. I am afraid that The remaining 30% of the force has already cost him his life.
"What kind of palm technique did you use just now? You were able to catch a punch from my Bacheng power."
Aples looked at his fist, and his tone was quite excited: "It has been many years that such a strong opponent has come to the door. But you are no longer able to fight. How about being my slave?"
"Slave your mother."
The interface is the unexpected person.
Shen Yiren stood up again with his sword. He didn't know which wound was oozing blood on his body. It was clearly washed by rain, but he was like a bloody man.
"I'm not dead yet, I'll take the third punch. Are you breaking your rules?"
Song Ou suddenly understood what she meant, as well as what Hong Jiu said just now. In the first punch, the opponent Shen Yiren deliberately drew was unable to go all out. Take the opportunity to preserve your strength. As for the second punch, Hong Jiu could only be resigned to his fate. The first and second punches have passed, and the third punch, unless Aples can kill the three of them with one punch, the worst case scenario is to let two of them go after killing the catcher.
This means that the person who catches the punch is bound to die.
Shen Yiren stood up at this time, just to die to save them.
Just as Hong Jiu wanted to stop her, he coughed violently.
Shen Yiren said softly: "This matter has nothing to do with you, Daluoshan. You came to help the fist because of my invitation. I can't let you die for nothing. As for Song Ou, he is me. Future husband, I promise that the Song family will not let him suffer. What I have said cannot be ignored."
After some words, he came out after injury, but he was firm and decisive, leaving no leeway.
Hong Jiu injured his lungs, so he couldn't say more, so he had to calm down and raise his qi, looking forward to recovering his combat power soon.
Aples had seen through her plan from the first punch, but the thief, who was used to life and death, had no more mercy to stay.
"You made up your mind. Can't I kill you?"
Aples took a breath and gathered two balls of light in his fists. It is invaluable to see true qi to the naked eye, and reaching this level of light is already a transcendental cultivation base. Just now, he has shown how powerful these two balls of light are. If he really has the heart, the lives of the three people can be taken away in one move.
"I killed all three of you at the same time, and it didn't take much effort. Do you want to try?"
"I will stop you."
Shen Yiren looked straight ahead, his tone was calm, the qi sword was not used again on the remnant sword, it seemed that he was saving his stamina.
"Even if you grab with your hands, kick with your feet, or bite with your mouth, I won't let you go any further."
Qi Mei was going to torture her, but she found that she would never get any sex from this woman, which made her angry out of thin air. This woman can't be beaten by torture, you can tell by looking at her face facing death. Only people who don't take their own life and death in their eyes have such eyes.
"It's crazy... I've never seen such a woman, what is she thinking?"
The sprite said, "She is prettier than you, her swordsmanship is better than you, and she is not afraid of death. No wonder the master likes this."
"Bah! You talk too much!"
The demon was angry, and glared angrily at the mouthful of the spout: "Who said that the master likes her! The master has always liked me the most!" After thinking about it carefully, I felt uneasy. A bright and magnanimous chest, determined not to let go. It was about to be tortured and killed. No, no, there are a lot of dreams in the night, so don't torture her, and kill her with a ruthless knife. Saying that you can't stay by the master's side will charm my master.
Shen Yiren was a little shaky just standing at this time. The cold rain fell on her body bit by bit, as if it was taking away her vitality bit by bit. She lowered her eyes, her thick hair slid down her shawl, and it was almost impossible to tell whether she opened or closed her eyes. In the quiet night, she could hear her gasping for breath, and no one knew that this was a seriously injured woman who would die soon.
Her clothes were tattered from the fighting. The close-fitting wet clothes made her tall and slender, with a narrow waist. She should have been extremely slender, but her upper body had a lot of weight. The beauty of such a thin body is so full of weight, it is naturally very seductive. Her chest clothes were tattered, and the dark blue inner pocket was also torn by the energy, revealing a small half-snowball, undulating due to her breathing, and Xue Runzhixiang was intoxicating. She was almost unsteady on her feet, and her aura was far less powerful than before. After losing her murderous aura, she just felt that she had a kind of innocence unique to a girl, cute and pitiful.
Aples could hear her fading heartbeat just from standing in the distance. Based on these alone, I can understand that her injury is more serious than Hong Jiu's internal injury.
Aples said lightly: "You have already lost. This third punch will kill you."
Shen Yiren lowered her head, and the delicate face covered by her thick hair stopped talking, as if she couldn't even lose the physical strength to speak.
Song Ou stopped talking when he saw it. He has been dormant for a long time, and his injuries have recovered. Even if he is inexperienced in battle, there is still a way—to learn from Shen Yi and risk his life to protect these two. It's just that I've been hesitating about whether to sacrifice or not. Seeing Shen Yiren's tragic state, he finally mustered up his courage, but suddenly heard Shen Yiren and said something softly.
"Big brother... Treasure."
It seems to be an unconscious expression, and the words are very soft and soft, and the words are like a dream, and it is extremely gentle.
If Song Ou was struck by lightning, he had never heard her speak like that. He also knew even more that the 'big brother' would not be him. As soon as he gritted his teeth, he swallowed a sentence back in his stomach. The tense feet also loosened. Naturally, Hong Jiu also heard these words, but she was surprised and didn't say anything.
After Shen Yiren said that, he slowly stepped forward.
In the dead silence, the broken sword held by Shen Yiren remained unchanged. There was no brilliance on the dull broken blade, just like the hands of mortals.
But Aples received a completely different message.
He faintly sensed a faintly sharp aura, and from that trembling body, a sword of superior energy overflowed, a sword intent comparable to a peerless sword.
Aples raised his eyebrows slightly: "Sword Intent?"
This dying woman has actually been promoted in battle
Chapter 15
The realm of sword intent.
If it was someone else, maybe they would sneer. The difference between the realm of Qi Sword and Sword Intent requires at least twenty years or even a lifetime of cultivation. How could it change at this moment.
But Aples knew it was possible. He has met countless opponents in his life. It's not the first time I've seen this kind of person ascended before death. He himself had experienced such an improvement.
This kind of enemy is the most difficult, not only this trait, but also the sword intent itself.
Above the realm of qi sword, is the sword intent that can be refined at will. It is the will of the swordsman. That day, Jia Yunfeng used this realm.
As for the swordsmen who fought against each other in the life of Aples, the most difficult thing was not the swordsmen who had reached the realm of the highest sword gods, but most of them at this stage. Sword intent is ever-changing, and if he is determined to die, his sword must be extremely sharp, and it has the potential to hurt him.
To fight on the premise of not being able to kill the Sword Intent Swordsman is itself unwise.
Shen Yiren was on the verge of death, but her fearless heart made her reach this realm involuntarily before she died.
"It's actually possible to advance before the war... This woman is really not easy."