Compared to the sharp and elusive moves that began to be, although the longsword is still sharp now, it shows a weakness from the inside out. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

Someone naturally saw the situation as well.

In the space of a few dozen minutes, this warrior named Jing Ke had been rapidly declining due to the consumption of his mana—no, to be precise—he hadn't come from his heyday since the beginning.

Even if, as he said, he had concentrated all his strength on this point, but the serious injuries he had borne on his body, the physical strength that had been depleted, and the body that was about to collapse... It's far from being compensated for by an 'outbreak'.

Therefore, the swing of the long sword became weaker and weaker, and the agile pace gradually became sluggish, and those slashes that originally required Zhou You to use all his strength to block were now able to take them lightly, and the snatching blade that someone could never hit was now able to bring out a deep bloody wound on the opponent's body.

Soon, even Jing Ke, who was still immersed in the fight, gradually noticed that something was wrong.

In the storm-like marksmanship, I saw the middle-aged man fall backwards, avoiding a sweep of the tour with an iron plate bridge that is impossible for ordinary people at this age, and then I saw him support the ground with one hand, and his right foot kicked upwards sharply, forcing someone away at the same time, but also giving himself a little respite.

"What a superb martial art, General Zhao." There is no excuse, and there is no unwillingness, assassin, there is only a kind of cheerful sassiness in the voice of the middle-aged man. "At this point, Jing Ke is willing to bow down."

"Are you swollen and use Asha..... it hurts!" Someone held the crooked jaw and put it back in place with a 'gaba' sound. "I mean- why don't you use the Assassin skills anymore? Even if you don't have to hide and hide for a good fight, you can fight me evenly in a short period of time with just the kind of attack that suddenly appears and disappears. ”

"That kind of thing is enough for one test." Jing Ke raised his sword and took an offensive posture again. "I've already said that this fight is not about winning or losing, it's just about fulfilling my long-cherished wish - so how do I enjoy it... That's all that matters. ”

The long sword slashed out, and the cold cold light seemed to turn into a match, but in an instant, it was already close in front of you!

"The last pleasure before death?" Zhou You waved his gun to block the blade of the sword, and said with a low smile. "Well, we quite agree, so I don't hate it."

The spear pressed down hard, and under the difference in strength, Jing Ke's body tilted slightly downward--although he immediately adjusted his posture, but in this gap that was only a few tenths of a second, someone's gun had suddenly turned, as if using a stick, and the pitch-black handle of the gun smashed down forcefully--

In the blink of an eye, Jing Ke's bloody right hand collapsed!

And this is no longer an injury that can be healed by magic alone.

Unfortunately, even at this point, the middle-aged man did not show any pain—he only kicked with his toes, causing the long sword that had fallen to the ground due to the shattering of his arm to bounce into the air, and then the stout man bit the blade with his teeth and slashed forward!

Half of the palm of the hand with dripping blood, flew up in an instant!

Again... Lose both!

"Shhh It really has the style of fighting for life during the Warring States period. Zhou You grinned, caught the severed palm in mid-air with one hand, and then took it into his arms very casually - in terms of a body made of pure magic like a heroic spirit, as long as the stump remained, then it could be connected. But it seems that this duel should be over now - the current situation is that I only have half a broken palm, and I can still use a gun with one hand, but you have collapsed nearly half of your body......to be honest, I am surprised enough that you are not finished yet. ”

"It's just a 'combat continuation' ability that can move and fight even if you're dying." After throwing out that sword, Jing Ke, who was swept away by Zhou You, staggered to his feet. "It's a pity that the level is a little lower, but now I can still act, but I don't have the strength to fight."

Speaking of this, the middle-aged man sighed a little unwillingly. "It's a pity....it's a pity, next time I want to have such a good fight, I don't know what year and month to wait."

"And what are you going to do now? Hurry up and say some parting words to your little master? Zhou You tore a few pieces of fabric from his body and wrapped them around the wound - even with the pain of this broken palm, there was only the same smile on his face.

- No, it's better to say....As the injury worsened, his smile grew thicker.

"That's not necessary." As someone expected, the middle-aged man directly rejected his suggestion. "A gentleman should have been as light as water, and I don't want to be entangled with my mother-in-law before I die—besides, if I want to talk....I'll have a lot of time to do next."

"So......" Jing Ke suddenly raised his head and looked at Zhou You with blazing eyes. I just want to continue this fight with you, General. ”

"I'm fine, but you're going to have to keep going, right?" Someone looks up and gestures to the middle-aged man's shocking wounds, which can only be replaced by mosaics in the usual movie animations. "How about it...... Can you still raise a sword now? ”

"Hmm... This is really troublesome..."Jing Ke tried to raise the long sword in vain, but every time his hand was raised, the heavy hilt fell off his hand weakly. "It seems that even if this hand is not seriously injured, its own physical strength cannot support the burden of using a sword..."

"So like I said, you're still at ease....."

"But I have other ways to fight." The middle-aged man suddenly threw his sword aside, shook his head, and smiled bitterly at himself. "Although I really don't like to use this ability, I can only force it in order not to regret it."

The sword on the ground gradually turned into a point of light and dispersed, but at the same time, a rusty bronze dagger also condensed in Jing Ke's remaining hand.

"No matter how much you don't want to admit it, the reason why Zai Xia was able to leave a name in history is only because of the 'assassination of King Qin'." Jing Ke swung the dagger a few times, so blunt that I was afraid that I couldn't even cut the paper. "That's why my Noble Phantasm is manifested....."

"So....General, please be careful."

"This is the killing opportunity of the poor dagger, and it is also a blow that I have not completed until I die-"

"The name of the Noble Phantasm is... Thorn Qin! ”