Chapter 90 Men Are Never Afraid of Death
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Han Bing Yue Guang
Chapter 90 Men Are Never Afraid of Death
"Ding Ding Ding Dang!!"
Itachi and Pan Jing both turned into an afterimage and rushed up, and no one could even see their shadows.
Not even a cavalryman could catch Itachi or Pan Jing.
Immediately afterwards, in less than a breath, a burst of metal clashing sounded into the ears of the soldiers.
Sparks fly.
"Little guy, your strength is not bad, but it's a pity that you are still a little tender in front of this old man."
After Pan Jing's ordinary punch was blocked by Itachi, not only did he not get angry, but he laughed and continued to punch.
clang clang! !
Itachi held the Golden Crow Ten Fist Sword in front of his chest, blocking Pan Jing's punch again.
Although the Ten Fist Sword could seal off part of Pan Jing's fisting style, it still made Itachi's scalp tingle. After all, there was a gap in soul power.
But at this moment Itachi didn't care about his numb arms at all, and all his attention was on Pan Jing's fist at the moment.
Is this boxing?It turns out that no matter what it is, as long as it reaches the extreme, it can still make people hold its own.As the so-called 360 lines, every line leads to the champion.
Itachi put all his attention on the pitch-black fist that was less than [-] centimeters away from his head.
This fist, the size of a sandbag, made him feel as thick as a mountain at this moment.
Pan Jing made a simple punch, but he needed all his strength to resist it.
In the display of Pan Jing's fist, Itachi "sees" an extremely solid package of momentum.
Although the aura volume on Pan Jing's fist was not too large, it was as if a pair of gloves thinner than cicada's wings had been put on it.
but!
Even on such thin gloves, the purity of the punching intent is extremely terrifying!
If Itachi's sword intent is one thousand, then Pan Jing's fist intent may have reached one hundred thousand.
Condensed all the fists that exceeded a hundred times the amount of the Weasel Sword in one hand.
This intensity can be imagined.
After only holding on for three or five breaths, Itachi's arms were already extremely congested, and the originally solid muscles looked even more swollen.
But under the skin surface, blue veins emerged, and even the blood flowing extremely fast in the blue veins could be seen!
From this, it can be seen how fast Itachi's heart is beating now!
However, even if Itachi looked like this now, he didn't want to dodge this blow.
Because this is the dignity that does not allow him to get back, he can only go in.
Itachi, whose face was flushed and veins sprouting under his skin, stared at that fist.
He wants to observe how the fist intent on the fist is attached and how it is solidified.
If he is allowed to slowly explore based on this, he does not know when he will be able to reach such a level.
You must know that the nature of a gentleman is not different, and goodness and falsehood are different from things. This is the so-called standing on the shoulders of giants to see the world.
Chi Chi! !
Whether it was Pan Jing's fist and Itachi's ten-fist sword that rubbed against each other to create dazzling sparks, or Itachi's trembling arms, they all showed the difficulty of this battle.
"It turns out... this is the real momentum, the real meaning..."
Running quickly in Itachi's brain, the fists on the surface of Pan Jing's fist were split and closed by him, closed and split again.
Gradually, he seemed to understand the essence of Shi, which was different from Jian Douluo's but similar, as if it was the same thing.
"So that's how it is..."
Suddenly, there seemed to be a glimmer of understanding in Itachi's eyes.
"Little guy, don't you want to die?!"
Does Pan Jing not understand what Itachi is thinking now?
With his strength, the reason Itachi can fight him so many moves now is entirely because he is lenient.
Otherwise, if he strikes with all his strength, Yi Itachi's poor strength will be blasted by him directly.
And Itachi didn't seem to hear Pan Jing's words, and was still studying the surface of Pan Jing's fist.
"Boy! You..."
When Pan Jing saw Itachi's reaction, his face showed anger, he let out a low growl, and the force on his fist increased sharply.
Boom.
Itachi's arms could no longer hold on to this level of strength.
The next moment, some blue veins on Itachi's arms burst directly, and blood splattered all over in an instant.
It made Itachi fly out backwards like a kite with a broken string, spitting blood, and finally crashed into the wall, and the falling rubble buried him directly.
But Pan Jing, who was standing there, was dressed roughly because of extreme anger, and the cynical smile on his face before had all disappeared.
"what……"
The legendary King of Fighters Douluo is really too strong...
Compared with Itachi's failure, his strength is brilliant enough.
This was the first time Itachi had failed, but this time, it was too tragic.
But in the face of this scene, he was completely helpless.
Because the opponent Itachi is facing now is the legendary King of Fighters, who is in the same era as Haotianzong Tang Chen.
Even though Itachi looked much more miserable than him just now, the soldiers under Pan Jing didn't believe that that guy would just fall down.
It's an intuition.
"Wait a moment."
Pan Jing narrowed his eyes, with no expression of joy or sorrow on his face, he reached out his hand to stop Smoker, motioning for him to back away.
Seeing this, the soldiers hesitated for a moment, then backed away.
"what happened?"
"Is that guy still alive?"
"Impossible? That's Mr. Pan Jing's powerful attack..."
"Could it be that he is immortal and Xiaoqiang..."
The surrounding soldiers looked at each other and discussed in low voices.
Whoa!
While they were still discussing, the originally quiet ruins changed.
Countless fragments rolled down, and smoke and dust were everywhere.
Immediately afterwards, there was a figure walking in front of the crowd from the smoky ruins in full view.
"It's him! He's still alive."
Even if they guessed it was Itachi, they still couldn't help but feel shocked after seeing Itachi.
Under such a strong blow, he did not fall down...
Is this guy a monster?
"Mr. Pan Jing, thank you for your mercy just now..."
After walking out of the ruins, Itachi grinned at Pan Jing, his body was covered in scars and his mouth was bloody, but at this moment he looked so frightening.
"Young man, the old man admires you a little now. I appreciate you very much, but unfortunately, I still won't let you go, because you killed my people." Pan Jing said loudly.
"Then come on! Men are never afraid of challenges, but I have a regret that I lost like this..." There was no fear of death in Itachi's eyes, and some might be an apology to his father and Xiaosan...
"That's right, you're a man, I'll give you a chance, kill yourself!" Pan Jing said in a thicker voice.
"Haha, so what about death, I am a dying person, but I haven't had time to repay..."
Itachi immediately drew out his ten-fist sword and closed his eyes tightly. He didn't expect his ending to be like this. The figure of his father appeared in his mind, "Goodbye!"
The ten-fist sword raised by Itachi instantly pierced his own...
(End of this chapter)
"Ding Ding Ding Dang!!"
Itachi and Pan Jing both turned into an afterimage and rushed up, and no one could even see their shadows.
Not even a cavalryman could catch Itachi or Pan Jing.
Immediately afterwards, in less than a breath, a burst of metal clashing sounded into the ears of the soldiers.
Sparks fly.
"Little guy, your strength is not bad, but it's a pity that you are still a little tender in front of this old man."
After Pan Jing's ordinary punch was blocked by Itachi, not only did he not get angry, but he laughed and continued to punch.
clang clang! !
Itachi held the Golden Crow Ten Fist Sword in front of his chest, blocking Pan Jing's punch again.
Although the Ten Fist Sword could seal off part of Pan Jing's fisting style, it still made Itachi's scalp tingle. After all, there was a gap in soul power.
But at this moment Itachi didn't care about his numb arms at all, and all his attention was on Pan Jing's fist at the moment.
Is this boxing?It turns out that no matter what it is, as long as it reaches the extreme, it can still make people hold its own.As the so-called 360 lines, every line leads to the champion.
Itachi put all his attention on the pitch-black fist that was less than [-] centimeters away from his head.
This fist, the size of a sandbag, made him feel as thick as a mountain at this moment.
Pan Jing made a simple punch, but he needed all his strength to resist it.
In the display of Pan Jing's fist, Itachi "sees" an extremely solid package of momentum.
Although the aura volume on Pan Jing's fist was not too large, it was as if a pair of gloves thinner than cicada's wings had been put on it.
but!
Even on such thin gloves, the purity of the punching intent is extremely terrifying!
If Itachi's sword intent is one thousand, then Pan Jing's fist intent may have reached one hundred thousand.
Condensed all the fists that exceeded a hundred times the amount of the Weasel Sword in one hand.
This intensity can be imagined.
After only holding on for three or five breaths, Itachi's arms were already extremely congested, and the originally solid muscles looked even more swollen.
But under the skin surface, blue veins emerged, and even the blood flowing extremely fast in the blue veins could be seen!
From this, it can be seen how fast Itachi's heart is beating now!
However, even if Itachi looked like this now, he didn't want to dodge this blow.
Because this is the dignity that does not allow him to get back, he can only go in.
Itachi, whose face was flushed and veins sprouting under his skin, stared at that fist.
He wants to observe how the fist intent on the fist is attached and how it is solidified.
If he is allowed to slowly explore based on this, he does not know when he will be able to reach such a level.
You must know that the nature of a gentleman is not different, and goodness and falsehood are different from things. This is the so-called standing on the shoulders of giants to see the world.
Chi Chi! !
Whether it was Pan Jing's fist and Itachi's ten-fist sword that rubbed against each other to create dazzling sparks, or Itachi's trembling arms, they all showed the difficulty of this battle.
"It turns out... this is the real momentum, the real meaning..."
Running quickly in Itachi's brain, the fists on the surface of Pan Jing's fist were split and closed by him, closed and split again.
Gradually, he seemed to understand the essence of Shi, which was different from Jian Douluo's but similar, as if it was the same thing.
"So that's how it is..."
Suddenly, there seemed to be a glimmer of understanding in Itachi's eyes.
"Little guy, don't you want to die?!"
Does Pan Jing not understand what Itachi is thinking now?
With his strength, the reason Itachi can fight him so many moves now is entirely because he is lenient.
Otherwise, if he strikes with all his strength, Yi Itachi's poor strength will be blasted by him directly.
And Itachi didn't seem to hear Pan Jing's words, and was still studying the surface of Pan Jing's fist.
"Boy! You..."
When Pan Jing saw Itachi's reaction, his face showed anger, he let out a low growl, and the force on his fist increased sharply.
Boom.
Itachi's arms could no longer hold on to this level of strength.
The next moment, some blue veins on Itachi's arms burst directly, and blood splattered all over in an instant.
It made Itachi fly out backwards like a kite with a broken string, spitting blood, and finally crashed into the wall, and the falling rubble buried him directly.
But Pan Jing, who was standing there, was dressed roughly because of extreme anger, and the cynical smile on his face before had all disappeared.
"what……"
The legendary King of Fighters Douluo is really too strong...
Compared with Itachi's failure, his strength is brilliant enough.
This was the first time Itachi had failed, but this time, it was too tragic.
But in the face of this scene, he was completely helpless.
Because the opponent Itachi is facing now is the legendary King of Fighters, who is in the same era as Haotianzong Tang Chen.
Even though Itachi looked much more miserable than him just now, the soldiers under Pan Jing didn't believe that that guy would just fall down.
It's an intuition.
"Wait a moment."
Pan Jing narrowed his eyes, with no expression of joy or sorrow on his face, he reached out his hand to stop Smoker, motioning for him to back away.
Seeing this, the soldiers hesitated for a moment, then backed away.
"what happened?"
"Is that guy still alive?"
"Impossible? That's Mr. Pan Jing's powerful attack..."
"Could it be that he is immortal and Xiaoqiang..."
The surrounding soldiers looked at each other and discussed in low voices.
Whoa!
While they were still discussing, the originally quiet ruins changed.
Countless fragments rolled down, and smoke and dust were everywhere.
Immediately afterwards, there was a figure walking in front of the crowd from the smoky ruins in full view.
"It's him! He's still alive."
Even if they guessed it was Itachi, they still couldn't help but feel shocked after seeing Itachi.
Under such a strong blow, he did not fall down...
Is this guy a monster?
"Mr. Pan Jing, thank you for your mercy just now..."
After walking out of the ruins, Itachi grinned at Pan Jing, his body was covered in scars and his mouth was bloody, but at this moment he looked so frightening.
"Young man, the old man admires you a little now. I appreciate you very much, but unfortunately, I still won't let you go, because you killed my people." Pan Jing said loudly.
"Then come on! Men are never afraid of challenges, but I have a regret that I lost like this..." There was no fear of death in Itachi's eyes, and some might be an apology to his father and Xiaosan...
"That's right, you're a man, I'll give you a chance, kill yourself!" Pan Jing said in a thicker voice.
"Haha, so what about death, I am a dying person, but I haven't had time to repay..."
Itachi immediately drew out his ten-fist sword and closed his eyes tightly. He didn't expect his ending to be like this. The figure of his father appeared in his mind, "Goodbye!"
The ten-fist sword raised by Itachi instantly pierced his own...
(End of this chapter)
