A bang!

The big pit was hit again, and the dust covered its sight, and there was no picture in the pit at all. No one knew whether the old man's sword hit Gao Fei's heart.

Two seconds passed, and the old man's body suddenly flew out of the dust. After flying out of more than ten meters, he fell to the ground. After landing, his body was still affected by inertia and slid backwards along the ground for two or three meters before stopping.

However, the old man still held the Red Flame Sword in his hand and did not lose his hand because of his body being attacked. When the old man stood up from the ground, a trace of blood flowed out of the corner of his mouth.

Obviously, the attack he was just now did not cause any serious external injuries to his body. However, the impact of internal force still caused him to suffer some internal injuries. For congenital warriors, external injuries will not affect combat ability at all. Only internal injuries are irreversible injuries.

The old man stared at the dusty pit. Soon, Gao Fei's figure walked out of it, becoming vaguely clear. After Gao Fei walked out clearly, everyone realized that Gao Fei was covering his shoulder with one hand, and the blood had dyed his entire sleeve red.

Moreover, Gao Fei's injured arm seemed to be a little drooping, probably because it was affected. Of course, the sword that was originally aimed at his heart failed to penetrate the heart, but pierced his shoulder.

For the old man, this is not a good thing. But for Gao Fei, this is already a blessing in disguise. If the heart is really pierced, even if he has the magical power of Nirvana to protect his body, life and death are still two different things. After all, he is a human being or not. Whether he can be reborn in the fire like a phoenix is ​​unknown.

Looking at Gao Fei's appearance, the corner of the old man's blood-stained mouth raised slightly. In his opinion, it was a very cost-effective thing to replace Gao Fei's arm with an internal injury. The reason is very simple. He had an extra sword than Gao Fei, who had bare hands.

It is precisely because of this sword that the old man can make his attack position safer and better restrict Gao Fei's attack and counterattack.

For Gao Fei, this situation is something he is willing to see. He is already at a disadvantage when he is bare-handed. The exchange of hurting the enemy by one thousand and losing himself by eight hundred is a very good deal.

Besides, the injury on his arm was not as serious as he showed. Don’t forget that he practiced the Nirvana magic skill. In terms of injury recovery ability, it is not something that ordinary martial arts can catch up with. His current severity is completely pretending. It seems that his arm can no longer move. In fact, he can use that arm to emit a fatal blow at any time.

Fighting for life is not only a struggle of strength, but also a psychological battle. Why do you say that in many competitions, when the players' strength is similar, players with strong hearts often win? This is the concept.

In order to make the old man relax his guard against his injured arm, Gao Fei performed more realistically and shouted in English: "Old guy, do you think that hurting one of my arms can really reduce my strength? I tell you, that's a dream. My arm is absolutely fine, and your sword is nothing like this."

As he said that, Gao Fei deliberately let go of the warrior's shoulder and waved his injured arm hard. At this time, Gao Fei did not deliberately pretend to be very painful. He did not frown slightly, and suppressed the pain. It was a real relaxation, leaving no change in his expression.

But the more this happens, the more the old man believes that Gao Fei's arm is at the end of his strength. All this calmness is manifested on purpose. In fact, he doesn't know that he has lost in this mental game.

"Take your life while you are sick." The old man's deep voice sounded. Gao Fei was speaking English now, so naturally there were no communication barriers.

As soon as the old man finished speaking, his body was like a slump in his bow, and with a whoosh, he shot towards Gao Fei. The speed was so fast that it was faster than when he was not injured before, which made it a little unbelievable.

This time, the old man's attack shifted his gaze from his heart to his neck. It was a bit difficult to stab the center of the heart. But it was very easy to wipe the neck, and he didn't need precise sword control. As long as he faced Gao Fei, he could pull the sword horizontally. Even if he couldn't wipe the neck, Gao Fei would definitely retreat and avoid his sword.

In this way, the old man found a chance to get close. For him, if he could directly die, he would be lucky. But if he could not hit the target, as long as he could still hurt Gao Fei's other arm like before, he would really gain a complete advantage in this desperate battle.

Even though Gao Fei's internal strength is stronger than him, without the attack and resistance of both hands, wouldn't the sword in his hand be more likely to hurt Gao Fei? Without the possibility of killing him with one blow, he had no reason not to torture Gao Fei slowly to death.

A shout!

The Chiyan Sword swung out with the scorching sword light. Gao Fei did not rise up in the air, but squatted in a deep manner to avoid the old man's sword. While dodging, Gao Fei was ready to fight back. At this time, he seemed to have changed from a normal standing posture to a horse stance.

Immediately afterwards, Gao Fei waved his uninjured hand and headed straight to the old man's abdomen. Compared with the old man's attack target, Gao Fei seemed much more kind.

However, Gao Fei deliberately made a flaw when attacking. Due to the violent physical exercise, his injured arm stretched, and the pain caused his attack to delay for half a second.

In this way, the old man avoided Gao Fei's fist and rotated his body in place. He thought Gao Fei's injured arm could not be attacked, and he drew his sword and stabbed Gao Fei's intact arm. According to his pre-calculated calculation, he stabbed it out accurately.

Facing the old man's sword, Gao Fei's eyes were firm. Not only did he not dodge the sword, he also waved his arm forward, allowing the old man's sword to pierce his shoulder earlier.

The moment Gao Fei's shoulder was pierced, his injured arm swung hard. Then, he punched at a speed that the old man could not react.

While swinging his fist, Gao Fei also locked the sword in the old man's hand with his penetrated shoulders, and his feet also took a step forward. The fist he originally swung could not hit the old man's head, but now, in less than a blink of an eye, the old man's head was within his attack range.

Just a bang!
Chapter completed!