Chapter Seventy-Five: A Happy Draw
"I heard that you have been shouting that you are invincible in the world and cannot find an opponent, and I don't care much about this, but my holy sword is disobedient! It disagrees with the first one, and wants to teach you a lesson to let you know what it means to have someone outside the world, what can you do about me, I am also very helpless! Hahahaha..."
"A real opponent doesn't need to be polite, let alone showy, if you are really worthy of being my opponent, please speak with the sword in your hand, I never believe in any wild words! Come on!!! ”
After listening to Arthur's words, Xue Mo really understood the truth that those who are close to Zhu are red and those who are close to ink are black, because at this moment, Xue Mo found that Arthur, who had only been a brother and brother to Li Bai for a few days, had not learned, but had learned to drink and brag with Li Bai, which also made Xue Mo have to sigh the charm of Qinglian Sword Immortal.
If Li Bai Monkey An Zhongye and the three of them woke up at this moment and saw this scene, they would probably smile with relief, after all, the honest Arthur was finally brought out.
"Two hundred and five has changed, two hundred and five has become two hundred and fifty-one, and then it will be so smart, hehe!!"
I don't know why? Now as soon as Xue Mo heard the sound of the boiled egg, she couldn't suppress her urge to beat him to death, but after thinking about it, it was she who beat him to death and resurrected him, so she had to dispel this idea.
Thinking about it, this little short leg has never been born once since the resurrection of the Netherworld Spring in Huaguo Mountain, first of all, he framed Li Bai, Arthur, and the three of them, and let the three of them get drunk again and were treated by Da Qiao Daji Angela, and secondly, without saying a word, he bombarded the gate of the prison of the Imperial Capital Prison Division Dali Temple, causing everyone to almost die Xue Mo almost became a prisoner, and then he just forcibly broke into the western suburbs under the nose of the empress and bombarded Miyamoto Musashi to present the four naked men in front of everyone, one by one, It's enough to make the little short leg of the boiled egg die 10,000 times, but the miracle is that the little short leg of the boiled egg is still alive and well until now, and the expression is still so carefree and unbeaten.
Different from the underbeating of the boiled egg, the battle between Arthur and Miyamoto Musashi in the field at this moment can be said to be fierce and unusually sparkling, without any bells and whistles, without any superfluous movements, and without any strategy, the two big men used the most primitive fighting method, used the most direct way through the simplest moves and danced savagely in the sound of the collision of swords.
Although the move is simple and direct, no one in the audience dares to doubt the lethality hidden between the two moves, after all, the people who can enter the martial arts arena in the western suburbs to watch the battle are not idle people, they naturally understand the huge killing intent hidden behind this simple move.
At this moment, even the turf around the originally flat western suburbs martial arts arena has become scattered and dilapidated under the effect of the sword qi crisscrossing the two people, and the sparks from the collision of the two swords, even on this sunny afternoon, are naturally so clearly visible, it is conceivable that if this is placed at night, it must be a grand fireworks show.
In the field, Arthur and Miyamoto Musashi fought inextricably, and the strength was comparable, and outside the field, the face of the empress who was originally smiling became more and more ugly, and there was no trace of smile on her face, on the contrary, there was an inaudible layer of killing intent on her face.
In fact, it is not surprising that the empress has such a performance of Xue Mo, after all, as a king, there can be no soft place to be restrained for others, not to mention that Arthur actually recognized Xue Mo as the real king in front of the empress, although all this is true, but in the eyes of the empress, it is not at all like this, in the empress's opinion, anyone who threatens his throne must be cut off one by one.
And at this moment, the battle in the field also entered a white heat, the two people who were originally facing each other with swords actually rose into the air at the same time, and then accompanied by a huge sword array, the two of them fell in the center of the sword array as if they had made an appointment in advance, and Arthur also summoned the three holy shields that had been lost for a long time at the moment of falling, and Miyamoto Musashi also slashed out a substantial sword qi towards Arthur who was close at hand in an instant.
Under the whirlpool, who can be alone, Miyamoto, who landed on the ground, almost didn't react, he was hit by the three rotating holy shields on Arthur's waist, and Arthur was also slashed on the chest by Miyamoto's sword qi, and he was slashed back three or four meters away.
Arthur is not happy, and Miyamoto Musashi is no better at this moment, in the face of Arthur's holy sword ruling his holy shield blow, the elderly Miyamoto was also beaten upside down and flew out three or four meters away.
All this happened between the lightning and flint, even the audience outside the arena, did not understand what happened to the two people who had just been fighting, and when all the smoke and dust cleared, everyone suddenly discovered that the two people who were originally inseparable from each other kept opening their mouths and spitting blood at a distance of more than ten meters, and the careful Xue Mo also found that Arthur's originally intact armor had a slight crack in his chest at this moment, thinking that it must have been caused by Miyamoto Musashi's sword qi just now.
At this moment, even a fool understands a truth, that is, Arthur and Miyamoto Musashi have both been seriously injured, and the two have no strength to fight anymore, and the battle between the two of them, which lasted for nearly two hours, can only end in a draw.
Although it ended in a draw, but for Xuemo, this is not a happy ending, winning, will only make the empress's suspicion of her party aggravate and deepen her murderous intentions, and if she loses, it will also make the empress lose face, then the empress will inevitably find an excuse to kill all her group, and the draw is different, that is, it saves the face of the empress and the Tang Dynasty, and also makes the scheming empress less wary of her group, so why not?
"Sister Xuemo, the big guy is okay! He's vomiting blood, and Angela is so worried about him!! ”
looked at Angela beside her, Xuemo's heart instantly melted, even Xuemo herself couldn't believe that Angela at this moment would be aggrieved and cry for Arthur's injury, maybe this is just like the game setting, Angela and Arthur were originally invisible CPs, and their predecessors were originally the Archmage of Merlin and the Knight of the Round Table who drew his sword and became king.
"Silly girl, don't worry, although the Lionheart King is very injured at the moment, don't forget, Sister Xuemo can even resurrect the dead! Not to mention the little injury of King Lionheart, hehe!! ”
"But Sister Xuemo, I..."
"Well, don't worry..."
Although Xuemo said all this so lightly, both Angela and Daji Daqiao knew in their hearts what kind of pain Xuemo had to endure every time they resurrected it, and Xuemo herself never complained from beginning to end.