Fifty-three Final Battles
When I opened my mouth wide and woke up like a senile dementia, they told me that the finals were about to start.
I still don't know anything about the memories of my dreams, which makes me feel distressed, as if I missed out on 200 million gold dollars.
Neff said: "Both sides have entered, and I've never seen people so crazy. β
Baudelaire smiled: "You have to be careful, these civilians are not aware of it, and it is easy to hurt themselves." β
Norman said, "As if you really care." β
Baudelaire scoffed and said, "I just don't want them to stain the arena." β
I said, "I need to go to the stand!" I'm sorry it's too bland. β
Baudelaire stood up and said, "Allow me to walk with you, Juggernaut, for I would love to hear your insights." β
So, the hermits present decided to run to the stands to watch the game.
It was a miraculous feat for the guards to clear the way and expel the civilians, and soon clear a field, for I sometimes felt like I couldn't fit a single mouse in the room.
Baudelaire: "Behold, Sean! β
The bald hermit with the seal of law on his face replaced West, and West stood by on the high platform, who wanted to see this old and deflated old vampire? I just want to see beautiful women in cool clothes.
Sean shouted, "Please be quiet, it's making me have a heart attack." β
What is this old vampire talking about? He's a blood clan, how can he get a heart attack?
When the people heard this, the clamor subsided, Sean looked left and right, and said with a smile: "But when I think about it, I have a heart attack, and I am dying, and there is a vacancy in the hermit, so we can enjoy such a wonderful grand occasion again, so cheer with your loudest voices!" For our king! For our new duke! β
The audience was overjoyed, the shouts soared, and I felt as if I was in a powder factory that was constantly exploding. This old blood clan is very funny, and it is indeed much more interesting than West, but can he take West with him? We can watch the eye-catching beauty while listening to his sassy words.
Sean said: "The two warriors in the final, Jade Sword Mirse and Poseidon Bostetes, they showed all kinds of incredible mental blades in the process of advancing to the finals, amazing, amazing. They marched forward despite their wounds, never retreating, and their courage was admirable. I don't need to say anything about the finals, please watch the game! Now, I announce, the finals! Begin! β
In just a few words, his emotions were already high, and the audience was so excited that they were like monkeys in heat, jumping up and down and couldn't stop.
Mirse changed into a gold and green jade armor, and held a purple-black three-life divine grace, which perfectly matched the title of his jade sword, but his face was covered with scars and bruises, and his body was not much better. He's all on his will, and it's a surprise to me to be able to play.
Bostex changed his blue armor and shield, and everyone who has seen his "Heavenly Wall" blade knows that he is almost insurmountable with such equipment. I just hope that the old man's wounds are worse than Milse's, and that when we're halfway through the fight, and the old and new injuries come together, we'll be able to get him to the hospital and celebrate the victory.
Neri sat in the first row of the audience, looking at her fiancΓ© with worried. I don't know if she's concerned about Mirse's safety, or if she's worried about the stakes and layers involved in this game?
Bostex said: "Young friend, give up, you and I carry very different things! I don't want to kill you! β
Misser replied, "I'd rather die on the battlefield." β
Bostetus sighed: "There is no need to rush to conclusions, the death of the battlefield and the horse leather shroud are just a lie to the child's rhetoric. As long as you live, you have a bright future. β
I thought to myself, "The opportunity for the Nine Hermits to be vacant is only once in fifty years." β
Neri shouted, "Milse! Fight! Don't let him have a gap in his defenses! β
She didn't understand any, but Missey was facing Bosteus!
Mirsey walked slowly towards Bostetus, and rightly did, Mirsey did not have the power of the telemind as Aardman, who suffered in the face of Bostetus's telekinesis, but pointed out the right path - hand-to-hand combat, trying to take Bostetus's shield.
Bostex said: "Wishful thinking! He stabbed forward, and a blade of thought sent a gust of wind. Sean shouted, "One thousand eight hundred and fifty! Boy! β
Mirse raised his sword and blocked it like a death knell, stopping the blade, and he slid three meters backwards, his feet steady.
Bostetus's telekinetic blade had far exceeded the value it had been at the time of the test, but Mirsey had improved so much that he was able to face it with stride.
Bostex smiled, "You are extremely talented, I will use you again in the future, child." β
"No," said Milse, "No! This time, he sped up towards Bostetus.
Bostetus stabbed the blade again, Mirse had already changed direction at the moment when he took out the sword, and Bostetus stabbed the blade into the air, and Mirsse was less than a meter away from Bostetus. Bostetus launched the wall of the Heavenly Kingdom, and at the same time, the sword in his left hand poked out, like a snake out of a hole, and Mirsey slashed several times, which was dissolved by Bostetus.
Bostetus's swordsmanship was so brilliant that even Aardman's unbelievable tricks were helpless for a while, and in front of this opponent, Milse was still too tender, and his every move was expected by the enemy, not only did it fail, but he almost injured himself.
I hurriedly said: "He knows that you want to grab the shield, give up, be careful of his trap!" β
Mirse swung his sword sideways, deflecting Bostetus' stab wide, then took a deep breath and raised his sword high above his head. I was horrifiedβhe wanted to defeat Donovan's heavy slash, but it was too flawed!
Bostethus' shield slammed forward, and Mirse was struck in the face, his nose fractured, the corners of his mouth cracked, and he was unsteady on his feet. Bostetus frowned, but his eyes were very resolute, and he slashed Mirse's right arm with his sword, he didn't intend to kill Misser, this blow was enough to make Misser lose his combat effectiveness.
Suddenly, a shadow flew up and wrapped around Bosteth's shield, this shadow was so powerful that it only heard the crisp sound of bones, Bostets snorted, his arm snapped, and the shield fell to the ground.
The audience shouted: "It's the stunt of the Black Coffin Sword Master!" "After a few days of competition, they have a clear understanding of the players' competition information and data, and they immediately recognize the shadow when they see it.
I laughed, and Neri smiled with relief, now that the situation was clear, Bostetus had no means of healing, he was missing his shield, his right hand was broken, and Mirse was only one step away from victory....
Mirsey stabbed Bostetus in the chest with a sword, and Bostetus suddenly shouted, and the armor on his body spread out, which was also the blade used in the last battle - using the armor as a shield to release the walls of the heavenly kingdom.
If Mirse gets carried away and is in a hurry, he will be hit by the walls of the heavenly kingdom, and he will either be killed or injured, but Mirse is not, he is always calm, he jumps backwards, and his long sword is blocked again and again, and he is not affected.
Bostex slashed the shadow with his sword, and was hidden in the shadows by the shadow, gritting his teeth, and the fog on his body formed a barrier, which he had also used against Aardman, and the fog was like smoke and dust raised by soot, enveloping him, hurting himself and making his opponents pay a more painful price.
Bostetus shouted, "What is your shadow?" It seems to have a will of its own! Have you summoned demons? β
Mirse circled the Three Lives Divine Grace to slightly strengthen his physique, and then rushed into the mist. He has shadow vision, he can see his opponent clearly even in the fog, and the Sansheng Divine Grace supports him and heals the poison of the poisonous fog. He lunged to his rival's injured side, and Bostex swung a heavy blow that was easily dodged by Mirse.
Norman said: "The victory is divided, one hand cannot win two, not to mention the rapid growth of Mirse in battle." β
At this moment, I saw a glimmer of lightning in the mist, which made me startled and shouted, "Get out of the way!" Milse! β
Moments later, Bostetus unleashed an extinction, and flames and electricity filled the mist like a storm, like a great wave, like a hurricane, like a landslide. The audience in the vicinity was affected by it, bleeding from their mouths and noses, and in great pain, they all hugged their heads and shrunk their bodies.
The mist was just a decoy for Mirse to believe he could hold on, but Bostetus's real purpose was to make Messei completely suffer the damage of extinction.
This is a stunt taught by Master Helsin, and it should be the lost blade of the Helsing family! Bostex will be the Halsin family's Blade!
Mirse fell out of the firestorm, and his iron lotus saved his life, but he opened his mouth, and a large mouthful of blood flowed to the ground, and his skin was burned red, and the old wound was not healed, and new wounds were added.
Tears welled up in her eyes and she cried out, "Milse! Don't lose! Fight with him! β
Shouldn't she let Misser save her life first, this bastard woman?
Bostetus stepped out of the fire, the wrinkles on his face intertwined in the light of the fire, like a messenger from hell.
Mirse wanted to escape into the shadows, but Bostetus snapped, but Mirse couldn't. What kind of mind blade is this? Did he stop Miser from activating the Shadow Spell?
Bostex said, "The Mind Blade was born to seal demons, and with this move, I can deprive you of your evil tricks!" β
I was anxious, and then I saw an old woman with a concerned expression on the other side of the stands, and a middle-aged woman who seemed to be unnoticed and had a bad life, and the two of them clasped their hands, and they were very excited about Bostetus's performance.
The middle-aged woman shouted, "Daddy! Come on! Defeat that little white face! β
Bostetus, even though he was engrossed, couldn't help but look at them.
Golden opportunity! What a chance!
Taking advantage of the fact that no one else was looking, I slipped up behind the mother and daughter, pulled out a dagger, and licked the blade of the knife at Bostetus.
I'm threatening him, of course, I won't be so despicable as to do inhumane things to his beautiful leftover daughter and his wife who seems to have been divorced for a long time, but as long as he thinks I'm going to kill him, he has to admit defeat on the spot.
I licked the dagger several times, and my tongue dried up. A child next to him asked, "Uncle, is your dagger made of sugar, is it delicious?" Another adult said, "Don't talk nonsense, this man is an idiot." Stay away from him. β
I was annoyed and angry, but Bostetus, the inhuman scumbag and evil father, saw it, but he did not act, he grabbed Milse by the throat and strangled him unconscious.