Sword Emperor reborn in the last days

"Your next opponent is me!" The Iron King stared at Ling Chen, his eyes as sharp as a sharp knife.

Ling Chen nodded and checked the new double swords condensed from steel in his hand, which were of very good quality.

"Actually, I'm not unfamiliar with your abilities, because a friend of mine has a very similar ability to you. Although there are still some differences, you can't beat me, and I will defeat you very easily."

The Iron King laughed without anger: "If you can really do what you said, then use your all your strength to let me see my shortcomings. Maybe only in this way can I make progress."

In fact, his superpowers have entered a bottleneck. When he relies entirely on his own exploration, it takes a good mind to grow strong enough and not go astray. It is obvious that the big and thick Iron King is not

Have this advantage.

Ling Chen pounced on him and fought with the opponent. He had a weapon in his hand, but his final victory was not achieved by two swords. After the preliminary test, Ling Chen made a judgment that the opponent's superpowers were not as good as Guan Ying.

The experience obtained by fighting with the little girl several times was quickly applied to the Iron King.

Dong, the sound of the Iron King falling to the ground sounded, and Ling Chen controlled his joints from behind and could not resist, so he had to admit defeat.

"How do you know my weakness?"

The Iron King stared at his disbelief. If it weren't for the temptation of You Dou in front, he had only lasted for less than a minute! Apart from the horror and shock, he could not describe his mood at this moment. Of course, others wanted

It is almost impossible to control him with the same means. His strength is enough to make him break free in an instant. Although the power king is strong enough, his skills obviously will not make him completely defeated in an instant.

"I said, I have a friend who is close to your ability and even better than you. When you can pierce steel spikes in all joints, even where there are bones, you will be covered with all your body.

Killing intent. Instead of now, except for both hands, just a heavy tank all over his body."

The Iron King nodded seriously: "Thank you, I finally know the direction ahead. Today I will stand on your side in this matter. You should be careful about the competition below."

The Iron King walked back to his seat, but Ling Chen understood that if the other party insisted on refusing to surrender and wanted to defeat him, it would be impossible without using the second-level double sword.

The defense has really reached the point of steel and iron, which is completely opposite to Guan Ying's superpowers that he attaches importance to attack. Perhaps for him, continuing to deepen his development in the direction of defense is the right way. But this matter is not urgent, and he will

If you have the chance, let the bone sword be stabbed in multiple joints. Even if it is incorrect, it will not be completely wrong. Pure defense has no future at all.

Seeing that the Iron King retreated so quickly, the other kings did not laugh at him for this. They knew each other's abilities and knew each other well, so they were ranked as kings. Except for the stronger king, they were roughly equal in strength. Mocking the other party was actually ridiculing themselves.

"I'll go." Lei** was about to get up, but was stopped by the doctor. "Let the old man go. With such a fierce battle, the young man also needs to recover his strength."

The doctor who talked, Xue Jing, was an old Chinese doctor before the end of the world. He was over 60 years old. Although he looked only in his fifties at most, he insisted on calling himself an old man. He awakened his supernatural powers after he was fifty.

No one dares to underestimate him in this regard, not to mention that his superpowers are powerful healing.

Xue Jing walked to Ling Chen not far away and stood with a gentle smile on his face: "Young man, you're tired. I'm not like those of them. If you want to decide the winner, you can use brute force. It's better for us.

How about a literary fight?"

"Wen Dou?" Ling Chen was a little surprised, "It's not something like poetry, songs, or something."

"Wenfighting means civilized struggle. My superpowers are healing. Why don't we compare our recovery ability?"

The old man still smiled gently, but in Ling Chen's eyes, he wanted to spit on the other person's face. You are healing superpowers, and you have recovered compared to me. Is there anything more shameless than this?

"How can the old man compare?" Ling Chen's voice was almost gritting his teeth.

"It's very simple!" The old man took out a clip and opened it. There were long needles inside, about ten centimeters long and only three or four centimeters short. The old man twisted his fingers and took out one.

He looked at the eyes with his eyes, shook his head and put it back, then picked up another one. After several times, he finally felt satisfied. Two long thick needles seven or eight centimeters long were parked in his hand.

"Just use this, each one of you and me."

Ling Chen took it over for no reason, and saw the old man squint his eyes again. He said in the voice of Ling Chen, no matter how he heard it, he felt that he was shaking the singling, "Since it is a competition for recovery ability, don't be too rude, you and I will take it.

The needles are pierced into the body until one party can’t hold on to admit defeat. Don’t worry, there will be no danger. You just need to admit defeat in time and I can save you.”

Ling Chen stared at the old man. If his eyes could work for people, the old man must have been on the ground at this time, covering his swollen mouth, begging Ling Chen to stop, but in reality

But the old man looked at Ling Chen without fear.

"So how to stab it on your body? It's useless to stab it randomly!" Ling Chen's voice was chilly.

"Of course, we can't prick it randomly. We take turns specifying a position on the body and how deep the long needle should be inserted into the specific requirements. One party should make the specific requirements first, and then the other party must do it according to this standard.

That's roughly that. Since the question was created by me, let me start first. I have no objection to it," said the old man squinted his eyes.

"No problem, then you can stab yourself well. The deeper you can, the better!" Ling Chen said word by word.

The old man laughed, sat cross-legged, untied the clothes on his chest: "In order to better detect the injuries and prevent fraud by using the clothes to prevent them from being cheated, we have to take off our tops and compete." After the old man said that, he had already put the tops on his tops.

Throw it aside to reveal the thin body inside.

Ling Chen curled his lips disdainfully, took off his shirt a few times, and his body with clear lines that were as thin as a trace of fat, which completely blew the old man on several streets. The eyes of the kings in the distance couldn't help but stayed on it for a few seconds before observing again.

A competition between the two.

The old man first took out a needle and stabbed it hard on his right chest. He almost entered his body with a thump. The old man shook his whole body and let go of his hand, but he did not pull out the needle.

"It's this position, the angle and depth are all clear. After plunging in, you have to go through my inspection and you can only pull it out after passing the qualification. The same is true when you are."

Ling Chen felt a thrill, that is, he had to pierce again if he was wrong!

He looked serious and carefully looked at the needle left outside by the old man, and calculated it several times in his mind before he could slap it.

puff!

Ling Chen was also shocked all over, feeling that his right lung had been pierced. He let go of his hand and said lightly: "You check it."

During the examination, the old man restored his doctor's pressure again and looked at him solemnly: "Yes, the young man has a good grasp of the strength and angle, it's rare." As soon as he finished speaking, he lifted up

I pulled out the long needle on my chest, and a small stream of blood was shot out from the wound in an instant. It was not too much, but normal people came here and could only wait to die if they didn't treat it in time.

The doctor's finger blocked the wound, and there was a faint light flashing on his fingertips. But after a moment, when the fingers left, the wound was intact, as if he had never been injured. A gentle smile appeared on his face, "Young man, it should be

You, pull out the needle.”

The muscles on Ling Chen's face jumped slightly: "Let the needle stay inside, I don't mind the temporary number of foreign objects in my body."

"That's not possible!" the old man shook his head, "You must do it exactly as the other party. If you can't do it, you lose. Have you admitted defeat?"

"It's still early!" Ling Chen snorted and pulled out the needle. The moment he pulled it out, he controlled his body's muscles and tried to seal the wound as much as possible. Although it would not stop the internal trauma, it was better than letting it go.

The doctor, Xue Jing, nodded and showed an admiring look: "Young man, it's your turn this time, don't find some ** to prick it. Although the old man is old, he still wants to be a man for a few days. If you have the courage to prick it

, I'll give in immediately."

Ling Chen's face turned a little dark, and he scolded: "You disrespectful guy, only you can come up with such a sinister place. I will definitely beat you." (To be continued.)