"Your cultivation level of the seventeenth level of martial arts is true, but it is the bottom seventeenth level."
"You have no chance of winning against me."
"On the other hand, your trump card is the soul card."
"By blending with it, you can instantly rise to the eighteenth level of force."
"Eighteenth floor, I am no match for you."
"But I have the Kunlun Demon-Slaying Talisman, which can easily neutralize your fatal blow."
"If you don't want to die, I won't be able to use it now."
"After all the fighting, it's you who suffers the loss. Is that interesting?"
Liu Sansheng said frankly: "I'm a guest here. Isn't it too much to ask for a cup of hot tea?"
Dao Huo'er glared: "What on earth are you going to do?"
Liu Sansheng patted his sleeves lightly, fell from the air, and said in a playful tone: "Don't worry, you will see it soon."
"Tonight, before the sun comes up tomorrow, Lingxi must die."
"My path, the bright road that Xiaomeng and I are going to walk, whoever stands in the way will die."
"Don't say she is just my former disciple. Even if Ji Xuanqing comes forward in person, I will not show mercy."
"As for you, take a good look at it."
"Look at the layout of this game, who is the final winner."
He found a clean big stone and sat down, with his hands on his knees and an expectant expression on his face: "Come on, come on quickly."
"Xiaomeng did not hesitate to spend forty years of Yangshou to set up the blood-devouring killing array. There is no reason to be so slow."
"What are you going to do with me next?"
"Are you risking your life one by one?"
His eyes were filled with light.
Somehow, Dao Huo'er seemed to be aware of it.
She raised her head as she murmured, and saw the direction of Yunzong and Xuanmen. There, there was a dazzling light of blood surging in the clouds that could make people temporarily blind.
It is a deep fear of something bad happening, and an unprecedented level of preparedness.
With a tight face, she quickly sent a message to Suning Secret Technique: "Yi, Yigou, we are in big trouble."
Liu Sansheng asked: "How?"
"Is the gift I carefully prepared for Kunlun sincere?"
"Are you satisfied?"
"Yigou Wuxia clone, you are being held back by me again."
"Who will face these two killing formations?"
"Is it the helpless Tang Jingyue, or the thousands of inner disciples who are as weak as ants?"
He clapped his hands triumphantly and said: "In three rounds, I lost to Kunlun and to Yi Laomo in three rounds."
"The earliest whetstone plan was an idea I gave to Chen Xuanjun."
"In that game, I failed to intercept Lingxi halfway, and the Chen family boy lost his troops and generals."
"The purpose of my trip to Baoshan City is to capture Tigou alive for my use."
"But the result is that not only did he lose the Xuanmen trump card that he regarded as a treasure, but it also indirectly caused him to lose the Xuanmen's most precious treasure, the Qimen Seal."
"He lost to his seventeenth level of martial arts cultivation, and lost to the two Su family members who I have other plans for."
"In this second game, I lost miserably and was completely defeated."
"Then it's you, you caused me to lose the third game."
"I failed to kill Tang Jingyue, but instead exposed my true identity of pretending to be dead and hiding in seclusion."
"But tonight, in this fourth game tonight, I got it back."
“Even with interest, you can win a lot of money.”
"What's this called?"
"This is called the change of fortune, and now it's my home."
Liu Sansheng looked arrogant and put his hands into his sleeves.
In the sky, the blood-devouring killing formation of Xuanmen and Yunzong took shape, rushing towards the True Phoenix Star with devastating power.
