These words really came to light, and the ancient sword and its scabbard were actually lying in front of the Nine-Headed Scythe Weasel.
Chen Wenwen looked at him with a grateful expression.
"My lord, do you want to challenge the rules of the gambling table?"
The nine-headed weasel stood up from the bench for the first time. The nine chimera-like long snake spines swayed in disorder, and the nine cunning and ferocious weasel-like heads showed different expressions.
There is anger, ferocity, fear, and panic.
"No, I'm willing to abide by the rules and let's estimate the price!"
Li Longyuan said, staring calmly at the terrifying creature in front of him.
The nine-headed sickle suddenly poked its head out, as fast as a rattlesnake hunting, its nine pairs of small eyes looked at Li Longyuan, and it opened its mouth to make a hissing sound similar to a snake spitting a message.
Finally, it opened its mouth and spit out something, which fell onto the gaming table with a clang.
When Lu Mingfei and the others heard the sound, they found it was the most ordinary brass key.
"A brass key is equal to 1,000 Arctic Ocean bottle caps. This is your bargaining chip."
The rat head in the middle of the Nine-Headed Sickle Weasel said.
Lu Mingfei looked at the mysterious young man wearing a white baseball cap and a black mask, as if a line of red indicators appeared above his head, loneliness: 1 followed by a series of 0.
What kind of monster is this? Is it still a human being?
Old Tang couldn't help but open his mouth wide and stared blankly at the brass key. This was the first time he had seen someone pass the level with just the novice gift package.
"What are the conditions for taking everyone away?"
Li Longyuan did not look at the bunch of keys, but just stared at the Nine-Headed Sickle Weasel motionlessly.
Its nine smooth, smooth mouse faces, covered with soft fur, frowned and grinned, showing a rather anthropomorphic anger.
No matter how powerful a guy is, he can't take away all his playmates.
"Let's do this. We will win or lose in one round. If we win, I will take everyone away. If we lose, we will all stay."
Li Longyuan raised the sword and gently pulled out an inch of the sword's edge. After a sonorous and powerful sound, the pale golden dragon swam freely on the frosty white sword.
"good."
The expression on the Nine-Headed Sickle Weasel's face changed. He lowered his head and thought for a while before finally agreeing.
"Can I borrow some chips from you?"
Li Longyuan turned his head and looked at the people around him, his tone calm.
Lu Mingfei and Old Tang hurriedly handed over the chips to each other. This was a big boss who could change the rules of the nine-headed monsters. They must hug this thick leg tightly.
Xia Mi looked at this guy curiously at first, and then gave away all his chips without hesitation.
The dealer shuffled the cards quickly, then drew three playing cards each and dropped them on the table in front of Li Longyuan and himself.
"Full pressure!"
Excluding the ante bet, Li Yongyuan threw out nearly 3 million gold chips with his entire fortune, which was considered a huge gamble.
Lu Mingfei's heart was trembling, this was their last chance!
The Nine-Headed Sickle Weasel will naturally not choose to abstain. After keeping up with the same amount of chips, the two sides will meet at the opening of the game.
Li Yongyuan took the lead in reaching out his hand and calmly and forcefully opened the three playing cards in front of him.
"2 of Hearts"
When everyone saw this bright red card, their hearts dropped. This is the smallest card, no matter which type of card it is, it is one of the smaller ones.
"3 of Diamonds"
Everyone's breathing suddenly became faster again, and they could even feel their hearts beating non-stop in their chests.
If there is another 4, it will be a straight, and they still have a good chance of winning.
However, the hint of black revealed when the corner of the poker card was lifted almost made everyone's mood sink to the bottom at this moment.
"Plum Blossom 5"
This is the smallest card type, located at the bottom of the round biological chain. Everyone fell silent, they knew they lost.
The croupier laughed sharply, seeming to laugh at their overestimation. He stretched out his sharp claws and took the lead in turning over a card in front of him.
"Ace of Spades"
This is the largest single card.
It is almost in stark contrast to Li Yongyuan's previous luck.
"Ace of Diamonds"
This Nine-headed Weasel swept away the previous decline and caught two Aces in a row. It has basically firmly secured the victory.
Enjoying the attention of everyone, it turned over the last card, "Ace of Clubs"
Leopard! Still the biggest one.
But the corner of Li Longyuan's mouth under the mask slightly curled up into a stern smile.
"oh!"
After a moment of silence, Lu Mingfei and Old Tang were the first to cheer. Chen Wenwen and Xia Mi, who didn't know much about the rules, looked at each other.
"In the three-card rule, there is a hidden rule, that is, 235 of different suits kill all the leopards."
Old Tang explained to them, his hurried tone full of joy and excitement for the rest of his life.
According to probability theory, the probability of 235 different colors appearing is 4x3x2, which is 24 types, while the probability of leopards appearing is 52 types.
In other words, in a few hours of non-stop gaming, the probability of 235 appearing is smaller and rarer than that of a leopard. This is why 235 is more likely than a leopard.
Therefore, when there is no leopard in the field, 235 of different colors is undoubtedly the smallest, but when a leopard appears, 235 is the absolute emperor, killing all the leopards.
Much like the feudal aristocracy of medieval Europe, knights were loyal to nobles one level higher than themselves, but did not obey the control of the king.
Each prince and grand duke can take charge of all the minor nobles in the castle, as if they are emperors, just like the leopards in the golden flower.
But when the king appears, all princes and ministers need to obey the king's orders. This is equivalent to 235 of different suits.
The feeling of being saved from a desperate situation almost made everyone onlookers gasp for breath, and everyone's face turned red as if they had just been in a group fight.
The Kutama Weasel stood up and stared blankly at the three cards on the gaming table, saying nothing for a long time.
It wasn't until Lu Mingfei boldly threw a golden chip onto its skull that the Nine-Headed Sickle Weasel sat down angrily and said dejectedly: "Okay, you won, you can take these three people away."
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! Hearing the rare release of the Nine-Headed Sickle Weasel, Old Tang and Lu Mingfei couldn't help but clapped each other's hands and cheered, finally being able to leave this hellish place.
Wait, three people?
The smiling boy suddenly had a bad feeling.
"Three?"
Under the baseball cap, the young man's eyes hidden under his black forehead narrowed dangerously. He asked.
"Yes, this girl lost all her chips before. She must stay here to play with me."
The nine-headed sickle stretched out its sharp claws and pointed at the pale-faced girl wearing a cotton white skirt, and then laughed loudly.
Chen Wenwen, who was pointed at by it, almost fainted with black eyes. She had experienced too many things that day, and her mood was ups and downs like a roller coaster, and finally sank into the abyss.
"What's wrong? I agreed to let you four leave, but you're still not satisfied? Do you want to stay with her to play with me?"
The snake-like neck of the nine-headed sickle swayed, and the nine rat heads stared at the expressions on everyone's faces, and said in a hoarse tone. It was quite threatening.
Old Tang lowered his head and looked stiff. To be honest, he and Chen Wenwen met by chance, and he was unable to save her from the fire.
Lu Mingfei's face showed struggle and anger. He clenched his fists and his fingers turned red.
Xia Mi still had an indifferent attitude, with no expression on his beautiful and delicate face.
"Can I stay and replace her?"
Just when the girl in the white skirt's eyes dimmed, the boy's words made her raise her head in disbelief.
Lu Mingfei still stood up at the last moment. This was probably his most manly time.
"Obviously you are so handsome! We will never abandon our friends."
Old Tang mustered up his courage, put his hand on his shoulder, and motioned for them to advance and retreat together.
Xia Mi shrugged noncommittally, looking at the rare seriousness of these two living treasures, but did not offer any rebuttal.
Chen Wenwen's eyes were slightly sore and she looked a little moved.
"If there is a fight later, just run along the railroad tracks and be careful not to lose your way. This is the Nibelungen, the country of the dead."
Li Longyuan held the hilt of the Tai'a Sword with his right hand and whispered to the people around him.
Lu Mingfei and others nodded like chickens pecking at rice.
Sure enough, the Nine-Headed Weasel rejected Lu Mingfei's proposal, and his nine pairs of eyes turned as red as blood.
It raised its head and roared, emitting harsh sound waves. The invisible sound waves rolled away, startling countless undead souls hiding in the dark world.
"run!"
Li Longyuan immediately shouted loudly.
Lu Mingfei and the others quickly turned around and jumped off the platform, groping along the railway tracks in the dark.
"Wow!"
There was a sound like a sharp object passing through the membrane, and the nine-headed sickle opened its membrane wings, which were a foot wide, slowly flapped its wings, and took off with the help of the airflow.
Above the railway tracks, countless hanging weasels fell down like raindrops, spreading their pitch-black wings in the air, their scarlet eyes revealing a bloodthirsty and vicious light.
They are responding to Queen Kamaita's call and helping her to eradicate the intruders together.
Queen Kamitachi let out another sharp sound wave, invisible ripples spread out like a circle, and the bodies of all Kamitachi who came into contact with this circle of sound waves began to change.
They lost their hair and flesh and turned into dense white bones. This is the true appearance of the indigenous people of the Land of the Dead.
While escaping, Lu Mingfei looked back out of curiosity. Under the weak light of the incandescent lamp, the sleek black and white hair of the nine-headed sickle disappeared, revealing the dark red flesh inside, which then rotted and blurred.
It completely turned into a skeleton, rising into the air with flapping milky white wing bones.
Lu Mingfei suddenly felt regretful because his impulsive speech had angered the Nine-Headed Sickle Weasel.
Countless bone birds flew over their heads, shooting in the direction of the mysterious young man like a rain of arrows.
"Be careful! Brother, if it doesn't work, just retreat!"
Old Tang stood beside Lu Mingfei, shouting with his hands spread like trumpets.
Li Longyuan did not respond to Old Tang, because his hand on the hilt of the Rumo sword was already pulling out the sword with cold light.
Everyone who ran along the railway track for a certain distance turned back and looked around. Even though they were far apart, they still clearly heard a loud and clear cry.
It was the sound of a long sword being unsheathed, but it was also like the cry of the legendary Phoenix, the king of birds.
Ancient Swordsmanship Part 2, Qishan Mingfeng
Li Longyuan swung the ancient frost-white sword upwards at high speed. The blade of the sword rubbed violently with the air, as if it stirred up a burst of red flames in the air, like a divine phoenix fanning its fiery red wings.
The bone birds shot out bravely faced the sword, making endless crackling and popping sounds like green bamboo roasting in the fire.
Countless bone birds were melted through by this sword stroke in the air. The crystal-clear milky white bones were scattered on the polished concrete platform, and there was still a faint red heat inside.
"Let's go quickly, this brother is not an ordinary person."
Old Tang and Lu Mingfei stared at this scene dumbfounded, their mouths big enough to hold an egg. In the end, Old Tang, who was experienced in escaping, grabbed Lu Mingfei's collar and dragged him backwards.
Beside the platform, the nine-headed sickle stretched out its sharp claws and charged forward with an angry roar.
The sharp claws broke through the wind, causing waves of whistling, and slashed towards Li Longyuan. The nine rat heads were now turned into white bones, and they were more powerful than before.
Li Yongyuan did a backflip vigorously, drew Tai'a horizontally into a circle in his hand, and sealed his throat with a sword.
The nine neck bones swaying like long snakes were cut with fine cracks by the tip of the Tai'a Sword. Queen Kamaitachi almost lost nine of her heads with this sword.
But it rushed forward regardless, its nine grinning fangs spread out in the air, as if it wanted to bite the guy in front of it into pieces.
Li Yongyuan, who was wearing a black mask, was holding Tai'a upside down and chanting in a low voice. The majestic and solemn syllables were spoken word by word by him. The young man's eyes began to flow with a magnificent golden color, and the hot red magma was tumbling in them.
The nine-headed sickle got closer and closer, and the nine roaring heads were almost in front of Li Longyuan.
But he just stretched out his fair and slender left hand, with fine arcs of electricity curling around his five fingers, and slowly pressed it forward.
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The harsh sound of thunderstorms resounded throughout the large, empty and abandoned subway station, and the bright white light arc started from Li Yongyuan's palm and roared outward like a dragon.
Every blazing silver arc hitting the surrounding bone birds will splash up dazzling red fireworks and ear-piercing sonic booms.
From a distance, it looks like someone is holding up a silver-white sun in mid-air. The dazzling and blazing electric light is more than a thousand times brighter than the light of incandescent lamps. Even Lu Mingfei's path is blocked by this.
A sudden flash of electric light illuminated.
It crackled like the sound of firecrackers set off during the Spring Festival, and the swarm of weasels surrounding Li Yongyuan instantly cleared up a large area with the explosion.
The body of the large sickle queen was also blasted away by the instantaneous explosive power of the word spirit, leaving a large burnt black mark on the abdomen of the bone-white body.
"Ho!"
The Queen Weasel lying on the concrete floor was still grinning and threatening like a weasel creature.
But Li Longyuan, who was suspended in mid-air with his wind current, did not respond. His eyes now had blazing white arcs hidden under his forehead hair. The three colors of platinum, gold and red were separated, which was particularly strange.
However, Indra's shining light also illuminated a way that was not their escape. It was a dead end.
The railroad track they were groping on disappeared in front of a thick earth wall.
The hard rock wall stood in front of them, like a mountain. They couldn't escape because the tunnel was completely blocked by the rock wall.
Old Tang was so tired that he sat down on the sleepers laying the railway track and looked at the mountain. Lu Mingfei patted him on the shoulder. At this desperate moment, the guy actually calmed down.
"Old Tang, have you ever heard of the story about the Foolish Old Man who moved the mountains?"
Lu Mingfei said bad things and wanted to encourage Yugong through his perseverance.
"I've heard of it, what? Do you want to breed children and grandchildren in this place?"
Old Tang gave him an annoyed look.
At this time, the ground beneath their feet suddenly shook violently, like an earthquake. Stones rolled down the hard rock wall and cracked.
The huge body of Gu'ou slowly poked out from the crack, and its golden eyes were like huge yellow lights.