Sun Xunqiao looked back and saw that the woman who had bet Liang De to win 10,000 crystal clusters went offline at the speed of light after placing the bet, without even looking at the live battle.
The triangular head gently shook the folding fan: "I can't tell that she has so much confidence in Liang De."
"Confidence? That's not the case at all."
Sun Xunqiao shook his head and said:
"The fight between her and my junior brother before graduation was barely a 50-50 draw.
There are so many people coming to watch the game who think Ji Shen can beat Liang De, doesn’t that mean they are looking down on her?"
The triangle-headed man laughed and said, "It turns out I can't swallow that breath."
Sun Xunqiao finally put down a few chips in his hand and threw them into the military green area in the hall that represented the Lu Academy.
"Five hundred crystal clusters press Liang De.
I said Brother Jiao, the Shenshi language bet can influence many people.
With the current odds, if there are many people following the investment, and my junior brother wins again, can you and Xu Bingning pay for it?"
The folding fan with a triangular head is folded and knocked, and the one eye as big as a fist is full of contentment.
“I can’t pay this little money?
The turnover in my shop last month... Even if I tell you, you won’t believe it. Go to Baichuan Haiji Antique Street and find out who the father is!"
A few dozen meters away, Xu Bingning, who was persuading the eel-headed anonymous person to use his credit card to place bets, twisted his eyebrows, turned his head, and cast two iron-cutting glances on the triangular-headed head's face.
"Who's dad?"
"It's not me anyway."
The triangular head looked down at his feet and replied in a low voice.
Sun Xunqiao, who was watching, felt the same way, with deep bitterness in his heart. He stretched out his hand and hugged one edge of the triangular head and said:
"Brother Jiao...I'll cook two dishes later. I'll prepare the oil tempura and other things for you. Let's have a drink."
"Don't talk to me."
"Brother Jiao, it goes without saying, I understand everything."
"You know nothing!"
…
World No. 276 on the other side, actor Dead Sea.
Liang De had put away the gray-black martial arts spirit, shrank his body to the size of fine sand, and fell into the sea together with tens of millions of clones of fine sand.
The attempts to overturn the rivers and seas failed to produce any results. A several-foot-high Zhajiu Yuanshen appeared on the sea to lure the enemy. Ji Shen did not take action. A quick victory was obviously impossible.
Therefore, Liang De gave up the battle plan of luring the enemy to exchange wounds and decided to dive to the bottom of the sea to find out.
This battle is a discussion, not a fight, and the boundary-crossing gate and the intra-boundary portal cannot be used by default.
Otherwise, if the two Realm Walkers are chasing each other, one flying into the sky and the other escaping on the ground, and neither one can do anything to the other, then wouldn't it mean that they may not be able to determine the winner even if they fight for tens of thousands of years?
There are no traces of passage in the sea areas that Liang De polluted with internal air, so Ji Shen must still be on the bottom of the sea.
He directed millions of fine sands to slowly fall, and tiny groups of clones swam and sank in the inky black water, like a constantly deforming curtain that shrouded the seabed.
Except for the elusive Beitian Yiqi, the main advantages of the Aeronautics Department's killing martial arts are ultra-high-speed maneuvers and ultra-long-range guidance. There are not many methods that can cause large-scale destruction.
Liang De's body is constantly changing positions in the falling fine sand cloth, and each grain of fine sand is rapidly adjusting its arrangement, never staying in the same place for more than 1 millisecond.
As long as the martial arts soul is not locked, Ji Shen's attempt to kill his body is as difficult as winning the first prize in the lottery. It is almost impossible!
Even if Ji Shen slashed his body, the connection between his weak body like sand and his soul was negligible, and the resulting injuries were negligible. It was impossible for Ji Shen to use the slashing blow to use the murderous lock of the Kong Academy.
god.
And as long as Ji Shen's position is locked by him, she will fall into the vast sea of Liang-De war.
The fine sand stained with Ji Ginseng will instantly turn into a ferocious animal clone, surrounding it and stalking it, not afraid of losing its skin.
Liang De unfolded his warrior spiritual sense and confirmed the number of fine sand clones per cubic meter of sea water.
"The concentration of clones in this sea is not as high as salt, please give me more!"
He opened several more sea eyes in the phantom hidden space around him, pouring nutrients into the stagnant inner sea as if for free, and continuously created more clones.
Ji Shen closed his eyes, lowered his body and pressed the knife, standing in the steel ruins of the underwater arsenal, seemingly motionless.
He has been at the bottom of the sea. When Liang De's inner energy turned the river upside down, he danced wildly with the turbid currents and undercurrents on the bottom of the sea.
There are limits to the perception of inner energy and spiritual sense.
As long as the dancing speed is fast enough and the time of contact with Liang De's inner energy is short enough, so that the feedback is weak enough to exceed the limit of Liang De's inner energy and spiritual perception, he will not be discovered by Liang De.
The innate power of the Lu Academy is uniquely effective in stealth and stealth, but when it comes to detection and perception, it cannot compare to Beitian Yiqi, who can detect even the smallest emotions.
He divided each standard unit of Northern Heaven's Qi into 10 million parts and dispersed them into the sea water. In the perception of a warrior with a low sense of Qi, these Northern Heaven's Qi did not exist.
Ji Shen felt Qi with Qi, and quietly "listened" to the rise and fall of Qi in the deep sea, while pressing the handle of the knife with her right hand and tapping it like a piano key.
When Liang De appeared on the sea surface with the appearance of Yuanshen Dharma, which was several feet high, he did not draw his sword.
Because if the sword was used at that time, it would hit Liang De when he knew he would be hit, and it would not be able to shake his mind, and it might even send the rhythm of the battle into his hands.
This battle is to break the golden snake's entanglement, convince Liang De, and transform into a new self.
Therefore, the first blow of this battle was to strike Liang De's heart in a way beyond Liang De's imagination, disrupting Liang De's formation, allowing the murderous intent in the strike to take advantage of the opportunity, and lock the martial arts spirit.
The fine sand cloth curtain in the sea of ink was less than a kilometer away from Ji Shen's head.
Liang De opened thirteen phantom sea eyes at the same time to pour out raw materials. The "fine sand" content in every cubic meter of seawater has already exceeded one thousand. If it continues to accumulate, he will use the fine sand clones to create a sea in this sea.
Solid land.
That's not bad. If we fill up the sea and turn the sea battle into a land battle, my advantage will be even greater.
Liang De thought of this and used all his strength to activate the Huanhai Xuanqi. The light blue light flashed away, and the consumption speed of the human body refining material package and the export speed of "fine sand" increased again!
In the filthy sea of ink, Ji Shen heard the rising and falling of the tide louder.
That is the sound of the Huanzang Sea Eye moving.
The imperceptible northern sky in the sea water blew past the thirteen phantom hidden sea eyes and flowed into the phantom hidden space behind the sea eyes.
Ji Shen at the bottom of the sea opened his eyes, and thirteen cold sword lights containing cold murderous intent were slashed out at the moment he opened his eyes!
The unstoppable sword light penetrated the turbid waves of the ink sea, penetrated the churning fine sand, crossed a distance of hundreds of meters and struck the thirteen sea eyes that spit out fine sand, and cut into the thirteen souls connected to Liang De's martial arts spirit.
In a fantasy hidden space.
Liang De groaned, resisting the severe pain from his soul, and wanted to close the sea eye.
But those thirteen phantom hidden spaces have been locked in place by the cold murderous aura in the light of Ji Shen's sword.
Another thirteen rays of cold sword light!
Thirteen straight wounds appeared in the void. Liang De's Haina Magic Zang had been slashed from the inside by Ji Shen, and all the supplies stored in it were cut in half.
A large amount of black coffee gushes out from the space wound and flows into the sea water, like black blood seeping out of the void.
The internal energy circulation channels in Haina's phantom treasures have been cut off, and Liang De cannot close these thirteen phantom treasure spaces immediately.
In order to identify and prevent theft, his martial arts spirit has long been closely connected with those Haina phantoms.
He had thirteen more flaws that could not be transferred in front of the prefects of the Air Academy!