69novels Chapter 9 Ouch Hey
Chapter 9 Ouch Hey
He wasn't really afraid of the broken knife. After all, he had been on the battlefield since he was conscious. The more he worried about his life, the easier it would be to have an accident.
Moreover, ever since he walked here with Da Tai and Tai Dao, he knew that he might never be able to walk with Da Tai and Tai Dao again, and he might even encounter Broken Dao in this area.
He is not a regular sword like Da Tai and Da Dao, as I said a long time ago, he has no memory of before 'birth'.
He didn't know his blacksmith, his name, or the names of those who used him, so it was naturally impossible to know his attack method.Ordinary swords, whether they are dark fallen or awakened by historical revisionism, have their own unique attack styles. They can learn these things from generations of masters or incorporate them into their own comprehension.
But the short knife's attacks were all made subconsciously, holding the sword and swinging it out, that's all.But he wants to survive, even if he is at the bottom where he is rounded tens of millions of times by the god judges every day, in short, he must survive.
So the dagger has been groping and practicing since then, on the battlefield.
At that time, his relationship with Da Tai and Da Dao was not very good, so they didn't notice his weirdness on the battlefield.What's more, the two of them alone can completely overwhelm each other. Standing on the bottom battlefield is like playing a mud fight with kindergarten children, and Gogou fingers can overwhelm one another.
So the short knife was very reassuring to pick up some leaks behind them, and when he saw a Honmaru Token who still had a little strength to fight, he immediately geared up and jumped over to stab a knife, and then quickly ran back to the two of them.
Although most of the reasons for being able to enter this area are due to the joint relationship between Ota and Taidao, even though most of the moves he mastered are the kind that directly hit people's pain points, which is considered by the regular swords to be not a sinister move that is upright and upright. But when facing a party with overwhelming power, he was easily resolved, although Dagger felt that he was still working hard for it.
But it really didn't work.
There were bursts of severe pain from the wound on his thigh, and the dagger grinned at his mouth full of blood, and he couldn't help but miss the apples that his wife fed him during the day.
If I had known that it was the last delicious meal, I wouldn't have vomited most of it behind my mother's back.
The sword in his hand was suddenly pulled away, and the short knife moved his fingers slightly, dispelling the desire to raise his head.
Anyway, he was not too far away from death, he was very tired, and he didn't want to waste his last energy on looking at that ugly face of Feixuan.
In terms of cognition of the short knife, the mask is not a mysterious symbol, but an ugly precursor.No matter how moist and colorful your lips are, the real beauty of your appearance lies in whether you have a pair of big talking eyes!
The man behind him didn't make any final moves, and the dagger blinked his dull eyes, wondering whether he would be drained of blood and die like a pig, ah, maybe he would be skinned, let alone My skin is still very confident.
His head became a little groggy due to blood loss, and his vision gradually became blurred. At this moment, the sound of an object falling to the ground suddenly sounded in his ears. The dagger squinted his eyes and tried to identify it as his own sword.
Contrary to his confident appearance, his sword has been like this since the historical revisionism threw it in front of him when he was just awakened.
The blade of the sword seems to have been damaged, and the handle is completely unrecognizable. The only thing that is intact is the sharp blade.
Although ugly is a bit ugly, but at least he has been with me for so many years, and being disliked so openly by others, the short knife suddenly became dizzy and dizzy with anger.
What are you proud of!Why are you prettier than me!
In the next second, the sword flicked across his fingertips and plunged straight into the soil. The short knife was reflected on the sharp knife's dirty face, and a strand of black hair fell leisurely on the ground.
"..."
...beautiful is beautiful...you want to be a vase and I'm not willing to snatch it from you...!
Da Dao narrowed his eyes and quietly looked at the dagger that was thrown on the ground——
The degree of damage is too deep to know the name of the knife.
His gaze slowly fell on the sword lying on the ground, and Jian Feiwei, who looked like he was hitting the sword, couldn't help but move his fingertips hanging by his side.He walked up to the back of the neck of the clothes that had been pulled by the dagger, and the front of the clothes instantly strangled the dagger's neck, making him unable to breathe.
Da Dao frowned and forced the struggling dagger to the ground, pressed the dagger's head with one hand, and pulled his clothes down with the other hand.
The wide robe slipped off the shoulders in an instant, revealing a large area of fair skin on the back of the dagger. Because the corners of the clothes were strangling, the skin covered by the clothes was faintly reddish.
"........."
Groove groove groove groove groove groove groove groove! ! !
He knew that this ugly thing wearing a mask was coveting his beauty! ! !
Dagger's face was pale, and he struggled violently.One side of Naihe's face was pressed hard into the soil and he couldn't get up at all. Instead, the side of his face became a little hot and painful because of the strenuous exercise.
The clothes were taken down to the waist, and the dagger was startled, before reaching out to reach the sword not far away, a cold hand rubbed lightly on the right back of the waist, and suddenly he broke out in cold sweat.
The fingers resting on the right back waist slowly groped the skin, as if looking for something, but the strange feeling when the thin calluses on the opponent's fingertips touched the body made Dian Dao unable to think much about it.He didn't know where the power came from, he turned sideways and suddenly kicked Da Dao's body, and the latter also took a few steps back because of this surprise.
The short knife didn't care about the clothes hanging on his arm, so he quickly picked up his own sword and thrust the sword into the ground. Fly away.
The figure of the sword was getting further and further away, and Jian Feiwei stood quietly in the same place, silent.He rubbed his fingertips lightly, and his eyes fell on the unknown sword tightly held in the short knife's hand again.
The wound on the thigh burst again, and the blood flowed down the leg to the ankle. Looking at the starlight that kept going away, if it wasn't for the wrong timing and occasion, the dagger would have looked up to the sky and laughed three hundred times.
Hey, aren't you amazing?Don't you still want to treat me this and that?Fight melee if you have the ability!You - rely on rely on rely on rely on rely on! ! !don't come here! ! !
The dagger hurriedly backed away, staring nervously at the other side, at this moment, he saw that the violator suddenly pressed his fingertips to his lips as if in an 'aftertaste', and then his lips moved up and down slowly. He opened and closed a few times, and he heard him say.
"It's a pity you're not."