Sha Yuwei glared at Wei Su, threw out a storage bag, and said with an unhappy face: "Why don't you go quickly?"
"Wow, two million." Fatty Wei Su picked up the storage bag with excitement and ran towards Nangong Li.
"Old General Nangong, one of the sons in the ring is your son, and the other is the son of the current leader of Xuanye Kingdom. How much pressure do you have to put on them to win?" Wei Su stood in front of Nangong Li, rubbing his hands with a chubby face.
His upper eyes were squinted together, giving him a cunning look.
If Wei Su was not a disciple of Sha Yuwei, if Wei Su was not a close disciple of Ziwei Pavilion Fu Chuang, Nangong Li would slap him to death without hesitation. Even if he couldn't be slapped to death, he would still have to loosen his muscles and move his bones.
Show a lesson.
Thinking of doing it, Nangong Li raised his palm and was about to drop it when a cold snort suddenly came from the opposite side. Sha Yuwei's pretty face was cold, and at some point a fifth-level formation danced around her fingers.
Looking at it like that, Nangong Li's palm didn't need to fall on Wei Su, Sha Yuwei's fingertip formation could fall on him.
Wei Su looked at Nangong Li's raised palm with a confused look on his face: "Old General Nangong, what are you going to do? Give me the yuan stone to bet? Then you don't have to raise your hand for so long? Do you want to
Do you want to give me a lot? Ten million? OK, OK, I’ll write it down for you.”
Nangong snorted sharply and threw out 10 million middle-grade Yuan stones. He was unwilling to quarrel with Wei Su anymore, for fear that Wei Su would cause some trouble again.
In the end, with Wei Su's disdainful efforts, he finally got a 50 million bet from Nangong Li, and even Yin Tianyou, who was in the ring, placed a 20 million bet for himself.
Back behind Sha Yuwei, Wei Su grinned and yelled at Mo Han: "Mo Han, now the game is one to ten, you can start the fight, remember not to beat them too hard, just beat them till they pee, next time
This time we were able to do business."
Yin Tianyou spurted out a mouthful of blood on the stage, staring at Mo Han with both eyes ready to spit fire, ready to vent all his resentment towards Wei Su on Mo Han.
"Evil son." Yin Tianyou looked at Mo Han angrily. He had wanted to take action for a long time, but after Mo Han came on stage, he stood silently, neither taking action nor starting. He watched Wei Su collect all the bets before turning his attention.
As the prince of Xuanye Kingdom, Yin Tianyou still has to maintain the reputation of the royal family and show the generosity of the royal family in public, so he has been unwilling to take action first, let alone make a sneak attack.
At this time, relying on Wei Su's words in the audience, Yin Tianyou wanted to say a few harsh words and then immediately take action to take the lead in a gunfight. However, he never thought that he was interrupted by Mo Han as soon as he said these two words.
"You two come together."
Mo Han's voice was not loud, but it was filled with arrogant confidence and a bone-chilling chill that everyone could hear clearly.
There was no sarcasm, no laughter. Even Yin Tianyou, who hated Mo Han deeply, was silent when he heard this. He did not fight back and silently moved closer to Nangong Xiong, preparing to work together to take down Mo Han.
Everyone under the ring looked at Mo Han and the others in silence, without speaking. Even the atmosphere seemed to be a little depressing because of Mo Han's words just now. Those with low cultivation levels had not yet reacted to the chill in Mo Han's words.
Nangong Li and others with high cultivation levels like Sha Yuwei frowned and looked at Mo Han, trying to find out something from Mo Han. But there was no result, so they could only suppress their doubts in their hearts.
Mo Han looked at Yin Tianyou and Nangong Xiong who were gathered together, with a trace of killing intent flashing in his eyes. He did not use the disgusting talisman Wei Su gave him, nor did he use his best assassination method to attack. Instead, he stood where he was.
He raised the killing blade above his head and gradually began to gather momentum.
Mo Han didn't want to drag on this battle for too long. He wanted to decide the outcome with one move. From then on, he established his reputation in the Dead Leaf Continent and let others know that before provoking him, it is best to consider whether they can pay.
Pay the price of life.
Nangong Xiong looked at Mo Han, who was standing there and gathering momentum, and secretly screamed, because not long ago, Mo Han used the same move to brutally kill all his bodyguards and followers in the woods. Despite his inner qualities,
He is very tough and determined, but once he thinks of the scene after Mo Han tortured and killed him, he still feels frightened.
"Your Highness, no, he is going to use the Killing Blade's 'Blood Falling to the Ground'. Once he has finished accumulating his strength, both of us will die here today. Stop him quickly." A trace of fear flashed in Nangong Xiong's eyes, and then he was
Replace it fiercely.
"Give you a chance to use your most powerful moves, otherwise you can go to see the King of Hell. When you get there, remember to tell the King of Hell that my name is Bian." Mo Han's eyes were red, and his whole body was covered with a layer of dark red evil aura.
Bao Bao stood on the stage like a bloody man, with a calm and indifferent voice. It was as if two human lives were like animals in his eyes, and would not cause any emotional fluctuations in him.
"Ah, what's wrong with Mo Han?" Xiao stared at Mo Han who looked like a bloody man, screamed, and jumped up from where he was.
Qi Lingwei Su also looked at Mo Han solemnly, with worry written all over his face.
"The Killing Blade has been a deadly weapon since ancient times. Every time it is born, it will bring a bloody storm and corpses everywhere. Since its birth, no one has been able to truly control it. Anyone who uses it will have to complete the killing mission.
After that, they were all killed by its backlash. Mo Han's cultivation level was still low. No matter what method he used to activate the killing blade, the backlash was still there. He was now trapped in the illusion of killing with the killing blade. If he couldn't get out, maybe he would kill him.
Mo Han will also die if they both are killed." Sha Yuwei finally put away her playful attitude and stared at Mo Han on the stage without blinking, ready to rescue her at any time.
Concern leads to chaos, Xiao Ning quickly ran over and grabbed Sha Yuwei's arm: "Sister Yuwei, stop Mo Han quickly, don't let him continue, he will die."
As soon as Sha Yuwei pointed at Xiao Ning's forehead, Xiao Ning's body slowly fell down. Qi Ling, who was standing behind Sha Yuwei, quickly took it.
"Every time a Seishi-Blade is born, it will only recognize one master until it completes its killing mission. Unless the person dies and the killing mission is not completed, it will recognize its master again. He can only survive this level by himself, and no one can help him.
." Sha Yuwei looked at Mo Han with blame and worry in her eyes, as well as a touch of inexplicable excitement. Yes, it was excitement.
Since ancient times, the killing blade has never had a real owner, and it has never been fully revived on the Dead Leaf Continent. Mo Han had already used the killing blade once not long ago. When they met, Sha Yuwei had quietly used secret methods to explore Mo Han's cultivation.
Neither his body nor his vitality suffered any damage. On the contrary, the evil spirit emitted by the killing blade continued to nourish Mo Han's body, making it a little stronger than before. Therefore, Sha Yuwei did not have much resistance to the backlash of the killing blade.
The main worry is that Mo Han has low cultivation level and is not strong-willed enough, so he will sink into the killing in the illusion of the killing blade.
"Come on, child, hold my hand, and I will take you far away to see the wider world, to find your dreams, to follow in the footsteps of your father and mother, to reunite as a family, and I will take you away from everything that stands in front of you.
All obstacles have been cleared. Come, child, hold my hand, I can give you everything you want." In the blood-colored space of the Killing Blade, a young man in blood-colored clothes looked at Mo Han with a gentle face, and towards
Mo Han stretched out a white palm and repeated the same sentence in a voice full of magnetic magic.
Mo Han sneered, and after a brief absence, his eyes regained their sparkle: "If I hold your hand, will I sink from now on, be controlled by you, become your killing tool, and finally be cruelly tortured by you?"
Absorb cultivation and vitality to restore yourself, am I right about the existence of a great weapon spirit?"
The young man in blood-clothed voice was surprised, as if he didn't believe that anyone could withstand his temptation in the space that he had absolute control over.
"Great weapon spirit, what's wrong with you? Don't you believe the fact that I'm awake?" Mo Han looked at the stunned young man in blood, with an evil smile on his lips.
"No, no, it's impossible, how can you get rid of my control!" The young man in blood-clothed eyes stared at Mo Han and subconsciously took a few steps back, as if he thought of something terrible.
"Great Weapon Spirit exists, I know you are the master of this place, and you have regarded this place as your private space for so many years. But you seem to have forgotten one thing, why don't I remind you that you are just a Weapon Spirit, and
I am your master." The evil intention in the corner of Mo Han's mouth became more and more intense, and his whole person exuded a strong aura of hostility.
The blood-clothed young man's face suddenly became extremely gloomy. When the Killing Blade has no master, or in other words, when the owner of the Killing Blade does not have absolute strength, he is the absolute master here. In the past, those who recognized the Master of the Killing Blade were treated by it in various ways.
The temptation of profit sinks, and finally becomes the nourishment for its recovery. Even if someone sees through its conspiracy, he will eventually be killed by it because of its control of this space.
This time it did not expect that a mere ant would dare to challenge it. It would never allow such an existence. Moreover, for some reason it felt a strong crisis in Mo Han, which made it even more determined to fight at this moment.
Mo Han will be wiped out from this world here.
Mo Han looked at Qi Ling's rolling eyes and said softly: "I know you really want to erase me from this world now, but I advise you not to do stupid things. You must know that you are seriously injured. Although
You have been killing to repair yourself over the years, but it only stops the injury from getting worse. Once I erase the remaining will of yours, do you think you can still exist?"
The weapon spirit was startled, and its heart was filled with ups and downs. It was not sure whether Mo Han had guessed or really knew its current state, because everything Mo Han said was true. It did not dare to gamble, so it compromised.
Before Mo Han left, he smiled disdainfully at the weapon spirit, waved his hand, and a cloud of white mist appeared in the blood-colored space, wrapping the bloody youth incarnated by the weapon spirit: "Don't play tricks in front of me in the future, because I
The Ancestor of Illusion - The Great Dream Heart Sutra, Nanke Three Dreams."