That is, Xia Luo lost his mind for less than a second, and the sharp sword blade instantly cut through his arm.

The blood instantly began to flow outward, and the wound was actually a strange black color.

Miyamoto, who saw the blood, finally regained his composure, he stood opposite Xia Luo, looked at Xia Luo coldly, and then spoke.

"I know the rules of the Tianyuan Dynasty, and when I go to the martial arts platform, I will not only win or lose, but also decide life and death!"

After speaking, he put away his sword and knife and looked at Xia Luo coldly.

The look in his eyes seemed to be that of a poisonous snake looking at a prey that had been bitten by itself, waiting for the prey to die in pain.

Xia Luo is actually not much different from the prey that was bitten by a poisonous snake now.

His whole body began to turn black from those two wounds, but after a few seconds, his face felt a little blue.

As long as it is a person, after seeing this scene, there will only be one thought in his heart, that is, Xia Luo is about to die.

Seeing this scene, Miyamoto completely smiled.

"The person who is slashed by the demon knife, no matter who it is, will not live for a stick of incense!"

Seeing that Xia Luo was still standing in place, without any movement, he added another sentence.

"The number one master of the Tianyuan Dynasty, but that's it!"

Everyone on stage saw it, and everyone was stupid.

"You mean! Actually use poison! ”

"Could it be that the martial arts spirit of Fuso Country is like this? It's too much, isn't it? ”

"I tell you! Lord Xia Luo Xia is not only a warrior, but also the benefactor of the current emperor, you won Lord Xia with such a trick, you are finished! Your Fuso country is finished! ”

Listening to the noisy voices of the people in the audience, Miyamoto sneered disdainfully.

"Of course I understand the rules of the Tianyuan Dynasty, and the use of hidden weapons and poison is naturally unruly, but I don't use poison either!

If you don't believe it, you can let the healers of your Great Xia Kingdom see for yourself whether the cause of this Lord Xia's death is poison! ”

At this time, Miyamoto was already fluttering, and in his mouth, Xia Luo had become a dead man, and he was still boasting that the doctors of the Tianyuan Dynasty would come to perform an autopsy.

"Let's Jean! Let's Jean! I'm Xia Sichou! ”

A violent voice sounded, and Xia Sichou came anxiously from the crowd to the stage.

He originally thought that Xia Lu and this Fusang country swordsman would be completely crushed, and it was estimated that the battle would end in a short time.

So don't bother to come and see, it's not interesting after all.

But when he heard that Xia Luo was suspected of poisoning and was about to die, he immediately rushed over.

When he came to the stage of the competition, ready to take Xia Luo away to heal at all costs, he saw the look Xia Luo gave him.

For a moment, the look of worry on Xia Sichou's face disappeared, and then he began to watch unusually calmly.

"Okay, the fifteen-breath time has passed, and I can fight back now."

Xia Luo's faint voice came, making the scene instantly silent.

I saw that Xia Luo's originally iron-blue face began to quickly return to its original color, and even the wound on his arm quickly healed.

Seeing Xia Luo walking slowly towards him like a person who was holding a long sword, Miyamoto was stunned.

"This ...... How is this possible? ”

As soon as he finished speaking, he felt a gust of wind blowing quickly around him, and he was ready to make a move.

found that his limbs were surprisingly weak, and he couldn't complete any movements at all.

When he reacted, he felt his body fall heavily downward, and took a closer look.

His limbs had long since been separated from his body, and now he was like a stick, lying on the jousting platform, motionless.

This murderous scene shocked the people who watched the play below.

According to the tradition of the Tianyuan Dynasty, women and children are not allowed to come to the competition, after all, some more brutal things often happen.

But Rao is these men, and he is also hideous at this time.

How is this Lord Xia's way of shooting different from what he imagined?

The imaginary Lord Xia, shouldn't he have that kind of chivalrous demeanor?

What's going on with this whole thing like the Adversary?

Xia Luo's pace was very slow and light, and he walked in front of Miyamoto step by step.

Miyamoto looked at Xia Luo, and the shock in his eyes was overflowing.

"This can't be, this can't be!"

When Xia Luo came to him, his face was almost bloodless, and he seemed to be on the verge of death.

"Kill me! If you have the ability, you will kill me! ”

He seemed to be roaring, but he didn't have the strength to roar because of the blood loss, so it sounded a little ridiculous.

In this regard, Xia Luo just smiled contemptuously.

"What? Do you think that if you have that curse, I won't be able to kill you? Or do you think that by killing you, you will be able to get rid of this curse? ”

Hearing this, Miyamoto instantly fell silent, and his mouth opened slightly, as if he suspected that he had misheard.

Xia Luo crouched down and patted his pale and somewhat frightening face.

"What? Do you think it's your biggest secret and impossible to be discovered? ”

Miyamoto didn't speak, his eyes kept trembling, as if he was afraid of something.

"You must have given up a lot of things to become stronger, right?"

Miyamoto was still silent, just staring blankly at the sky and thinking of something.

Five years ago, he was still an ordinary person, not even an acquired martial artist.

In Fuso, the status of ordinary people is outrageously low.

Warriors can slash and kill ordinary people at will, and they don't have to bear any responsibility.

Growing up in such a country, a seed of becoming stronger was planted in Miyamoto's mind since he was a child.

But it's a pity that although there are a lot of martial arts exercises in the Tianyuan Dynasty, basically you can go to the martial arts hall to learn for a little silver, but ordinary people can't afford to provide a martial artist.

And in Fusang Country, there is only one point of martial arts in the entire country, and all of them are exercises in the rotten streets of the Tianyuan Dynasty.

Just these rotten street exercises, all of them are in the hands of those powerful people.

In other words, ordinary people want to enter the martial arts.

Difficult!

And it's almost impossible!

One day, he provoked a warrior who killed almost all of his family, leaving only one sister.

He just ran away with his sister.

When they came to a wilderness, they encountered a magical fox.

The fox said that it would give him the greatest strength.

He agreed, and the fox turned into a demon knife.

The moment he picked up the demon knife, he lost his mind, and when he regained consciousness, his sister had died tragically in his arms.

He killed him!

With this demon sword, he began to kill indiscriminately in Fusang Kingdom, so that all the warriors were afraid of him.

But whenever he stopped doing it, he always thought of his sister who died because of him, and fell into pain.

In order not to think about his sister, he can only keep fighting, and only through fighting can he forget everything.

He had tried to end himself, but whenever he was about to die, the demon knife would reoccupy his consciousness, leaving him unable to survive or die.

It was only at this time that he reacted that the so-called becoming stronger was actually a curse.

Seeing Miyamoto like this, Xia Luo walked directly in front of the demon knife and shook his head slightly.

"People have lived for a long time, and they can meet anything, but it's a pity that you can't develop into a big demon, and you're going to be cold."

After Xia Lu finished speaking, he took out three pieces of rune paper from his arms, and finally recited the mantra lightly.

In an instant, a large amount of flames burned on the body of the demon knife, and a cloud of purple substance floated out of the knife's body.

And Xia Luo didn't hesitate to take out the blood seed from his arms.

As if attracted by something, the purple substance flew towards the blood, and was eventually absorbed by the blood.