Obediently, are you going to magnify the move?

Xining also stood up straight, and after shouting "ah~", he picked up the iron rod and waved it a few times...... How to look good, how to come, embroider legs, in order to delay time.

Even if Miyamoto didn't know what he wanted, they went to the arena this time to entertain the audience, and if she wasn't allowed to perform, Brother Kun and the people above would be angry.

Sure enough, Miyamoto could only pretend to watch her show her teeth and claws, bluffing.

Do you see it? Another five seconds passed. But what to do with the rest of the time, you must know that Miyamoto's speed is too fast, and it will be over in the blink of an eye.

Seeing that Miyamoto was getting impatient, Xining yelled again...... Pick up the iron rod and run.

The accident made Miyamoto stunned, and he thought he was going to rush up after the roar, but he didn't expect to run away like this. But that's right, she was originally a sparring partner, and she was running for her life.

Don't dare to run far, the more you run, the more you will be caught up, and the watermelon will be cut.

She ran a few steps and stopped at a place with a large wooden box, with her back against it, so that Miyamoto could not flash around her. Each flash left a hole in her hands and feet, and this time she couldn't just make her head scrap.

As soon as she turned around and leaned, Miyamoto had already rushed over with a knife, raised the knife high, and slashed straight at her head from top to bottom with the momentum of splitting mountains and seas.

Hinein bent down, picked up the iron rod, and stabbed Miyamoto in the stomach like a gun.

With a "bang", the head of the iron rod touched a hard object, and Miyamoto was pushed out.

Miyamoto was pushed out at once, took three steps back in a row, and after standing firm, he became angry, and the knife he clenched in both hands, and with a turn of the handle, he struck again.

Play with your sister, sister fights!

Xining took the iron rod and swung it with all his strength, trying to use the iron rod to form a protective area in front of him, not allowing Miyamoto to get close.

There are only ten seconds left, and I have to hold on to everything.

The shadow of the palace itself in front of him flickered, and suddenly turned into three people.

Three identical Miyamoto, with a knife in their hands, stood there, looking ready to attack......

After a slight pause in the room, there was a sudden wave of applause.

What's the operation? Xining's mouth was full of bitterness, what should this call people swollen. It should be said that Miyamoto's speed is too fast, and the person is still alone, just forming a stay in the blind spot of the human eye.

Nima's speed type, when you make enough money, you can also buy a speed type body...... Instead, she stopped and watched warily.

No matter how fast the machine body is, it will not be so fast that people can't see it, as long as you star, you can always see people rushing over.

Time passes in a second, seven, six, five......

"Huh~", three Miyamoto turned into one, and he rushed over with a knife, and they all arrived in front of him in the blink of an eye.

She subconsciously blocked with an iron rod, but Miyamoto's hand was extremely heavy, and the blade was blocked by the iron rod. He immediately slid his knife down, the blade grinding against the iron rod, making a screeching sound and sparks flying everywhere.

Then with a turn of the hand, the front of the knife pressed into the neck.

The blue biochemical fluid suddenly rushed out, splashing half of her face.

Hurt...... The shoulder is not the right arm, there is a pain system, and it feels like it is actually cut into the flesh. Tears blurred the eyes at once, making everything seen blurry, if a mirage.

This is not the time to cry and cry out in pain, if you go down further, the neck injury is too serious, and the biochemical fluid runs out, just like a person who has lost blood, which will affect the brain's control of the entire body. The whole body will be weak or even unable to move, and the head will be cut off.

Whether the severed head is cut or kicked depends entirely on the mood of the other party.

She couldn't wait for death, she moved the iron rod along the blade and forcefully moved it to the right position, and she resisted the knife. At this time, Miyamoto pressed down with all his strength, and really wanted to cut off her head.

"Four, three, two......" There are many people on the field shouting, and they should all be the ones who bet on her not to lose.

When the time was almost up, Miyamoto's eyes flashed with a cold light, and he suddenly freed up a hand and pulled out the short knife he was wearing at his waist......

No, she has one hand now, and she can't stop the other knife at all. Seeing the tip of Miyamoto's short knife, facing her forehead, this knife will go down, and she will hang up!

Big brother, what kind of hatred, what kind of grudge!

Just as Miyamoto pulled out a short knife and was about to stab the opponent's head with his backhand, suddenly a water bottle was thrown over.

Miyamoto didn't care about it, nothing would affect a samurai, but the direction in which the bottle was thrown ......

At the backstage door, several people looked at the small cylinder.

The little cylinder stared at him with a blank look: "What are you looking at, what is going on?" ”

Isn't it dazzling, this bottle seems to have been thrown by him......

Miyamoto hesitated, "...... beep", the time is up!

Xining suddenly felt weak in her hands and feet, and fell down directly. No, the neck is still "beeping" the biochemical liquid, and the right hand hurriedly covers it, waiting for the biochemical fluid to leak, and it will take more time to fill the biochemical liquid later.

Two assistants, five big and three thick, ran up and carried her down.

This time she was miserable enough, and her left arm was cut off again. I have a grudge against my left arm, and every time I cut it off, it hurts.

Cut off the sensory system first and start repairing the broken part of the neck. After making it, while injecting biochemical fluid, the severed left arm is loaded.

As Xining lay on the operating table, he heard the commotion outside.

Today, there is also a hot female showdown with a hot body, that's the kind of thing, I can't watch it now.

Mo Ming: "Don't look at it, with your character, you have seen the eye of a long needle." ”

Roar, it's out!

Xining: "Isn't it enjoyable to see me being cut?" ”

Mo Ming: "It's not just you, it's also fun for other people to be cut." You don't have to worry about your life after all...... When will you be a samurai? ”

Warrior...... Cut, so do you want her to die?

Mo Ming is no longer bubbling, and he is about to watch the game, and he likes to watch this kind of show.

After getting it done, I went to take a shower, changed into clothes, and was able to catch up with dinner.

The little oil bucket seemed to be very attentive, helped her keep the food, helped her make soup, this case the soup was full of vegetables, I couldn't see whether it was a vegetable or a soup, and gave her the largest piece of braised pork.

Xining looked at him suspiciously, offering nothing to be courteous, either a traitor or a thief.

The mobile phone arrival prompt sounded, Xining picked it up and took a look, 70 coins have arrived. It's really hard to make money!

Brother Kun came over again and patted her on the shoulder: "Good job, promising, do it well!" ”

She said while eating, "Brother Kun, can you turn off my feeling system before going on the field?" ”

Brother Kun thought about it, and his face was full of smiles: "Well, don't turn it off." Viewers love to watch! ”

The audience likes to watch it, but she is going to be really in pain? Xining rolled her eyes: "I can act in pain, and you saw it today, when I cut the imitation skin, I performed quite really." ”

Brother Kun continued to laugh, smiling cunningly: "In the end, it is still the blue biochemical liquid that makes the audience excited, so I won't use artificial skin in the future." Good job! ”

After speaking, in order to change the topic, he slapped the shoulder of the small oil drum sitting next to him. The tone hardened: "What happened to that water bottle just now?" ”