The Tiger Tooth Saber has opened a soy-sized hole, which is like a complete flat pole. When intact, it can almost use its toughness to carry thousands of kilograms of heavy objects, but once there is a place on the flat pole The split is like a continuous layout being completely broken, then what he has to face next is a break without suspense.
The Falcon Wing Saber in Jiang Minghao's hand can be said to be a magic weapon. Once the Falcon Wing Sabre completely cuts off the Hutooth Fighting Saber, the blade of the Falcon Wing Saber will directly absorb the flesh and blood of the Bengal Tiger in the next moment.
"Huhu..."
The roar of the Falcon Wing Saber burst through the air, causing the Bengal tiger to throb. It was not only because of the cold and sharp blade of the Falcon Wing Saber, but also because Jiang Minghao was able to emit such a rapid force when he was almost overdrawn. It can be imagined that Jiang Minghao, as a soldier, has almost reached the upper limit of the world's top military boss in terms of physical strength and endurance.
Jiang Minghao saw the blade almost sticking to the nose of the Bengal tiger. Although he couldn't get a single blow, Jiang Minghao was not disappointed. The right foot that was like an iron plow slammed again in an instant, and the whole person seemed to be A spring that has shrunk to the extreme, driven by the strength of the waist and legs, the saber in his hand seems to be suddenly refilled with vitality.
"Swish..."
It is the sound produced by the Falcon Wing Saber instantly accelerating and breaking the air barrier, just like a cannonball roaring at the enemy, and the pores of the person are instantly filled with the whistling sound and the tearing sound of the air.
After the Bengal Tiger pulled his head a distance from the Falcon Wing Saber, his original look of contempt and disdain was suddenly accelerated at the moment the Falcon Wing Saber accelerated like a cannonball out of the chamber. The expression on his face instantly solidified, even he At that moment, the pupils of the eyes also shrank into needles.
"not good··········"
The Bengal tiger secretly said a terrible cry, because at this moment, what he saw was the falcon-wing saber in Jiang Minghao's hand, spreading its wings like an eagle, leaning down toward his eyebrows, especially the speed of the saber, as if receiving an endless wave. For the first time, the Bengal Tiger felt that death was so close to him.
"Pump... Puff... Puff..."
It was the sound of the heartbeat of the Bengal tiger. At that moment, he could almost clearly feel the acceleration of his heartbeat, but the sound of his breathing stopped abruptly when the saber pierced the center of his eyebrows.
Lean back to avoid, turn sideways, raise your foot to block...
This series of thoughts flashed through the mind of the Bengal tiger like sparks of light, but they were immediately rejected by him. Just when the Falcon Wing Saber was less than two centimeters away from his forehead, the Bengal Tiger finally made up his mind. His right hand reflexively raised it suddenly, and violently propped up the tiger-tooth fighting saber in his hand, blocking it above his forehead.
"clang···········"
It was the loud sound produced when the tip of the Falcon Wing Saber and the blade of the Tiger Tooth Fighting Saber collided, and the Bengal Tiger was hit by Jiang Minghao's sudden stab. Although the Tiger Tooth Fighting Sabre was blocked in the middle, the Bengal Tiger still felt it. His head buzzed, feeling like a hammer hitting his forehead through the baffle.
But soldiers, especially those who have been baptized by the battlefield smoke and life and death experience, almost every action he makes is a conditioned reflex, that is, the moment he is about to fall into the arms of the god of death, his fingers will be conditionally firing tightly. Hooking the trigger, this conditioned reflex has become a kind of muscle memory after being tempered on the training ground and on the battlefield again and again.
So when the Bengal tiger's head was dumbfounded and even staring at Venus, his right foot still involuntarily lifted up suddenly and kicked towards Jiang Minghao's lower abdomen fiercely.
"boom··········"
It was the sound made by the black, iron-like military boots at the feet of the Bengal tiger colliding with Jiang Minghao’s lower abdomen. Jiang Minghao felt that his lower abdomen was hit by a fast-moving train. His body was in contact with the soles of his feet. , A strong force instantly kicked Jiang Minghao away.
"puff·········"
A mouthful of red blood was sprayed out of Jiang Minghao's mouth like rain and mist. Jiang Minghao was bowed, like a shrimp, while his body kept flying upside down in this state.
And when the Bengal tiger felt his groggy head gradually regained consciousness, he immediately felt a violent tingling sensation on his forehead, especially on his dark forehead, it was clearly printed with the tiger-tooth fighting saber in his hand. The shadow of the blade seemed to be branded on.
But this was only the beginning, because when the Bengal tiger reacted from the tingling on his forehead, he immediately felt a sharp pain in his leg, as if someone had his bones and flesh and blood together to death.
When he lowered his head and looked at his right leg, he saw that most of the trousers of his right trouser leg had been dyed red with blood, and this leg was the leg that the Bengal tiger had just raised its foot and kicked towards Jiang Minghao.
Perhaps his attention was focused on his legs, which made the pain nerves more sensitive, so the Bengal Tiger instantly felt that the pain caused his right leg to lose consciousness instantly, and the gurgling blood came out, like a gushing. The spring water is average, so that the Bengal tiger can still feel the presence of its right foot.
And in the blood stream, there were even dots of bone foam. Obviously, the scar of the knife went deep into the bone marrow, and even left indelible marks on his leg bones.
It turned out that at the moment when the Bengal tiger raised its foot and kicked towards Jiang Minghao's lower abdomen, Jiang Minghao's right hand holding the Falcon Wing Saber sharply turned to slam the Bengal tiger and kicked it on the right leg of his lower abdomen and directly slammed the Falcon wings It pierced into his leg bone, and with the strength of his body being kicked, and the pulling force of his right hand, the stab wound on the Bengal tiger's leg increased.
"Haha..."
At this moment, Jiang Minghao, who was lying on the ground, curled up slowly got up, although the foot of the Bengal tiger made him feel that his internal organs were completely shattered, and even the blood remaining at the corner of his mouth was still scattered with dots. The internal organs were broken, but Jiang Minghao still tried to hold it back, even turning his face flushed, and smiling openly at the Bengal tiger.
Some people may think that Jiang Minghao's smile is purely a swollen face to fill a fat man. It only shows that these people do not understand war, let alone the battlefield and the enemy.
On the battlefield, 80% of people died of their own fear and cowardice, 19% of people died of their own mentality, and less than 1% of the people died of real toughness. The hand of the enemy, therefore, it is his courage and mentality that determines the victory or defeat of the battlefield and the life and death of a soldier, especially when a soldier's heart defense almost collapses, he is dead.
And Jiang Minghao's laughter was stimulating the inner line of defense of the Bengal tiger, knocking down the inner line of defense of the Bengal tiger, a veteran with absolutely rich battlefield experience, for the final blow.
Although the Bengal Tiger knows Jiang Minghao's thoughts and, of course, his purpose for doing this, the Bengal Tiger still frowns his brows involuntarily, and the contracted forehead is directly locked into a Sichuan character.
Because in the heart of the Bengal Tiger, no one can defend his perseverance and cruelty, and Jiang Minghao in front of him, despite such severe internal injuries, still stretches his teeth and claws like a madman. The only explanation is that he is really a man. Madman, and a lunatic who doesn't know how to live or die, and has even regarded himself as a dead man.
However, the Bengal tiger is a Bengal tiger after all. The hideous expression on his face due to the pain in his leg was immediately replaced by his own calmness and indifference in the next second. His eyes were filled with the bloodthirsty nature unique to the hungry tiger. People can not help feeling a burst of fear and coercion.
However, when Jiang Minghao saw the bengal tiger's leg, he had just been hurt by his bone marrow, his nearly suffocated laughter also came to an abrupt end, because Jiang Minghao knew that he was facing him. The psychological attack of this freak had no effect at all.
Because the black mercenary in front of him is a freak at all, to be precise, it should be a supernatural person.
Jiang Minghao’s perspective eyes through the bloody wound on the Bengal tiger’s leg, he clearly saw that a scratch nearly two millimeters deep on his leg bone was gradually being covered and fused by the bones around the leg bone. The deep scratches are slowly disappearing at a speed visible to the naked eye.
Not only that, in Jiang Minghao’s eyes, the muscles, cells, and nerves on the legs of the Bengal tiger that were scratched by the saber can also be clearly seen, and they grow like weeds after the spring breeze, just in the blink of an eye. On the bloody legs, there was only a shallow scar left at this moment.
"This...How is this possible..."
Jiang Minghao murmured, and this scene immediately reminded Jiang Minghao of Ye Fox, who had just gained self-healing ability, that is to say, physical attacks had no effect on this guy.
"call···········"
When Jiang Minghao thought of this, he couldn't help but exhale a suffocating breath. He adjusted his surprised emotion slightly, tried hard to hold back the pain in his abdomen, straightened his body, and made an appearance that didn't matter, but in fact , His heart has been shocked by the black mercenaries in front of him.