Pick up an assassin as a wife

Li Tian was kicked hard in the chest by Wang Kun, and blood spilled from the corners of his mouth.

Li Tian's abdomen felt like a hot fire was burning. He raised his arm and wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth with some difficulty.

He shook his head vigorously, but Li Tian, ​​who had been hit by Wang Kun's Western magic, still couldn't get rid of the hazy feeling in his mind.

Looking at Wang Kun, phantoms still appear from time to time.

That phantom made it impossible for Li Tian to tell which one was Wang Kun's true body.

After he slowly got up, Wang Kun, who was standing in front of him, showed a ferocious smile and suddenly pounced away again.

Li Tian wanted to block, but four figures appeared in his eyes at the same time... He didn't know which one to block for a moment...

He hurriedly retreated, but it was too late.

Two punches hit Li Tian hard on the cheek.

Li Tian flew backwards and fell heavily on the stage of life and death.

He was knocked down again!

The Luohe Buddha on the stage also frowned deeply, and Luo Changfeng also looked at it with worry on his face.

Duanmu Heiming, who was sitting in the stands over there, also frowned coldly, and said secretly in his heart: "This boy was knocked down before he could use the nine Rashomon styles? This is too weak... "

The eldest lady Duanmuying may be the most worried person on the field.

Now she wanted to jump down from the stands to help Li Tian, ​​looking at Li Tian on the life and death stage with worry on her face.

"What should we do? Obviously he can't beat that damn guy?" Duanmuying said anxiously.

The girl next to her, Xiaohuan, also looked nervous.

"Miss, he won't lose, right?"

"No, absolutely not." Duanmuying said without confidence.

In fact, in her heart, how does she know who wins and who loses?

Seeing that Li Tian has no ability to resist now, and it can be seen from his distracted eyes that his mind is a little unclear... What should we do?

The surrounding Duanmu family were watching how Li Tian lost.

But he said that Li Tian, ​​who had been hit by Wang Kun's magic twice in a row, was now a bit useless.

The evil technique was indeed not simple. It could not help but completely distract Li Tian's consciousness. Now Li Tian could not see clearly.

He lay on the ground, breathing heavily, and raised his eyes to look at Wang Kun.

Wang Kun, who was standing aside, showed an evil smile: "It seems that I really overestimated you..."

Sarcastic words came out of Wang Kun's mouth word by word.

Li Tian finally slowly got up from the ground, but phantoms still appeared in his eyes.

He knew in his heart that if this continued, he would very likely die, on the stage of life and death.

What Li Tian has to do now is to quickly restore himself to his previous appearance. At least there should be no more phantoms in his eyes...

But how can he get rid of the phantom in his eyes after being possessed by Western sorcery?

I saw him slowly getting up, with scarlet blood stuck to the corner of his mouth, breathing heavily and looking at Wang Kun.

He seemed to be at the end of his tether.

"kill him!"

"kill him!"

…

Sounds that shook the whole place suddenly came from all directions, and the surrounding Duanmu family members were roaring.

Those guys were already worried about Li Tian, ​​a foreigner, and in addition, Li Tian actually learned the nine supreme Rashomon styles of their family. How could anyone not be jealous? Who can not be angry? So at this moment, they all wished that this person with a foreign surname would die on the stage of life and death.

The words came into Li Tian's ears word by word.

He suddenly clenched his fists tightly, anger burning in his heart, and a huge hatred suddenly emerged from his body.

"I can't die, I absolutely can't die." Li Tian told himself silently in his heart.

As he warned himself silently in his heart, he suddenly stretched out his right hand, put his fingers into his mouth, and gritted his teeth.

The finger was bitten and blood oozed immediately.

The severe and heartbreaking pain shook Li Tian's whole body.

Everyone in the audience looked at Li Tian in confusion, wondering what on earth this guy was doing?

Why is he biting his own finger so hard? Is he crazy? Still stupid?

They didn't know that Li Tian was trying to clear his mind!

Li Tian, ​​who was under the spell, could only really stimulate him by pain at this moment, so he simply bit his finger. Although his finger was bitten and blood oozed, his head was stimulated by pain in an instant. And wake up.

Li Tian suddenly raised his eyes, staring at Li Tian with endless anger.

He was angry, he was really angry.

When Wang Kun suddenly saw Li Tian's eyes becoming strange again, he felt something was wrong, because he instantly felt the killing intent in the audience.

"I'll kill you!"

A terrifying roar roared out from Li Tian's mouth.

The Duanmu family members who had been shouting "Kill Li Tian" just now were all stunned at this moment.

Because after Li Tian screamed wildly on the life and death stage, his whole body was suddenly filled with a black aura, which was like a huge whirlpool.

As the black vortex continued to expand, the entire sacrificial square was enveloped in the endless killing intent.

Everyone, who originally meant that Li Tian would inevitably die, looked at the field with horror on their faces.

Duanmu Heiming's frowning face suddenly became bright-eyed.

"Rashomon: Nine Styles... These are the nine styles of Rashomon in our family!" he said with emotion.

The second elder Duanmu Heilong also looked at the entire life and death stage with serious eyes.

But as Li Tiantian performed the Nine Rashomon Styles, the world seemed to change. The black air that filled the entire place quickly rotated, then turned into a huge vortex, and rushed towards Wang Kun with a roar. .

Wang Kun knew in his heart that Li Tian had already used the Nine Rashomon Styles, and he couldn't hide or evade at this moment. He murmured: "I finally used it!"

"Okay, I'll let you see which one is more powerful today, your nine Rashomon styles or my Western forbidden art!"

Suddenly, Wang Kun refused to dodge, chanting incomprehensible spells quickly in his mouth, and then, a blood-red aura formed around him.

As his lips moved faster and faster, the blood-red aura began to expand, and soon collided with Li Tian's black vortex.

Boom!

It was like the heaven and earth exploded.

Blood and black collided, and a violent aura suddenly shocked the entire audience.

The surrounding Duanmu family members were shaken slightly by the air current.

Some guys with low martial arts were even shocked to the ground...