Lu Fei was carried into the ambulance by a group of medical staff, and the moment the door closed, his gaze became extremely gentle. That person was the first time he had seen him today, but he had already caught his eye deeply.

Broken Lang felt something, looked back in the direction of the ambulance, looked at the slowly closing door, and looked at the figure lying on the stretcher. There was an urge in his heart that he didn't want that person to leave like this.

The second game is about to begin.

A draw made the arrogant sect representative's face not look very good.

A draw means defeat, the other party is just an ant in the world, and it is wishful thinking for an ant to shake the elephant.

In order to ensure a 100% victory in this game, the representatives of the sect decided to directly send a grandmaster to the field to prevent the military from stealing chickens.

As the person in charge of this operation, the Dragon King was not carried away by the draw, he didn't care what the other party thought, and he didn't accept other people's suggestions.

One random order from the remaining sixteen martial artists, "It doesn't matter what level or combat power the other party is playing for a while, sometimes surrender is for a better victory." ”

The soldier who accepted the task nodded slightly, took a few deep breaths, calmed down his unwilling emotions, and slowly walked towards the ring.

The disciples of the sect looked at the soldiers on the stage, and their faces were gloomy and could drip water.

"Martial Master, a martial artist puts himself on the field with a grandmaster. "Nie Feng, the representative of the sect, feels very faceless, he has no face for a martial artist to win, and it is even more uncomfortable to lose than to kill him.

Nie Feng walked towards the ring step by step, and with each step, his eyes became cold, "Victory, you must kill the opponent in one move, so as not to make people laugh." ”

The murderous aura emanated little by little on Nie Feng's body, cold and piercing.

The Blood Drinker Knife in the scabbard seemed to smell the breath of blood, and it trembled slightly and made a "buzzing" sound.

Nie Feng stepped into the ring with one foot, and his right hand reached behind his back to pull out a cold and shining blood-drinking demon knife.

The moment the Blood Drinking Demon Knife was pulled out, the cold air was pervasive, and the clothes on Nie Feng's body became stiff, and a layer of white frost covered his body. As he exhaled and inhaled, the water vapor filled the air, and the ground was covered with a thin layer of frost.

Nie Feng looked at the soldier standing opposite him with cold eyes, and a puff of white smoke came out of his nostrils, "Give you a chance to breathe, if you don't make a move, there will be no need to make a move in this fight." ”

The soldier was intimidated by the cold true qi and the cold killing intent on Nie Feng's body, and his will was being eroded by two different breaths.

Nie Feng gave the soldier a breath, it was completely a cat playing with a mouse.

The Blood Drinking Demon Knife itself has this bloody killing aura, plus the user is also a grandmaster, the two breaths echo each other, and ordinary people have already broken their liver and gallbladder, and they have already died without the other party's action.

The cold killing intent filled the soldier's mind, his eyes were bloodshot, and his body gradually lost control, and his body stiffened.

The dragon king stood on the rostrum, his eyes narrowed slightly, his fists clenched behind his back, this situation had completely exceeded expectations.

I didn't expect the other party to send a grandmaster, not to mention, but also a strong man who combines quality and killing weapons.

Surrender? If the soldier might still be possible before Nie Feng drew his long knife, the chance is too slim now.

Ouyang Ze sat on the tank, staring at the blood-drinking demon knife that emitted cold light.

"What a killing blade. ”

"It's really interesting that a knife can exude a killing aura. Gu Fan's eyes were weird, and he even wanted to go to the stage to take the knife over and study it carefully.

At this moment, everyone's eyes were focused on Nie Feng, completely ignoring the soldiers who were shrouded in cold and killing aura.

After a breath, the corners of Nie Feng's mouth hooked up a cruel smile, just as he expected, the soldier could not control his body at all now, and his consciousness had been completely eroded by the killing.

The Blood Drinking Demon Knife was held high by Nie Feng's hands, and the cold blade was particularly dazzling in the sunlight.

The cold murderous aura condensed the water vapor in the surrounding air, and the blade appeared to be bent and deformed under the refraction of the sunlight.

The distance between the soldier and Nie Feng was eight or nine meters, and ordinary people would not raise their swords high at this distance. Nie Feng is different, he is a grandmaster himself, and the distance at which his true qi is released is more than three zhang, coupled with the increase in the killing aura brought by the Blood Drinking Demon Knife itself, let alone seven or eight meters, even if it is doubled at this distance, when the knife falls, the sword will split the soldier in half.

Everyone in the military knew that Nie Feng had made a killing move, and they were even more prepared to kill such a soldier, but they were helpless.

The sect had a triumphant smile on their faces, and they all saw Nie Feng's performance.

Deterrence, kill chickens and make an example of monkeys, use a defeated battle to redeem the draw of the previous game, and wash away the shame of the previous game with the blood of the opponent.

The soldier standing eight meters away saw a blood-red world in front of him, surrounded by a sea of corpses and blood. Aside from him, a man with a blood-red magic knife was walking towards him.

The man was surrounded by a blood-colored aura, and he couldn't see his face clearly, but the smile that slightly hooked the corners of his mouth made him feel terrified.

Wanting to dodge, the body is already dominated by fear, and the body is out of control.

The man walked up to the soldier, licked the blood from the corner of his mouth, and raised his long knife high, ready to cut off his opponent's head.

A cold breath poured into the soldier's mind, and as the cold breath entered, the mountain of corpses and blood in front of him still melted, and the man's figure gradually blurred and dissipated. The mind gradually cleared, the heartbeat gradually flattened, and the body was gradually controlled by consciousness.

At this moment, Ouyang Ze's face was heavy, as if he was facing a great enemy, "Extraordinary, there is a second transcendent in the venue besides himself." Is it Long Yin's one, or is it someone from the sect who has mixed in. ”

Ouyang Ze's gaze moved away from the ring and looked around. At that moment just now, he felt a spiritual power that was not weaker than him, and it was that spiritual power that helped the soldiers who were eroded by the killing.

Gu Fan stood in the crowd, and his eyes never took off the ring.

"It's funny how killing can make people hallucinate. ”

Just now, Gu Fan saw that the soldier had not made any movement, his face was full of fear, and his eyes were bloodshot, so he used his spiritual power to investigate.

When the mental power enters the soldier's brain, it is found that the entire brain is chaotic with biological currents, especially the caudate nucleus, which controls fear and negative emotions.

Although I don't know what visions the soldier saw, it is not a good thing not to think much about the expression on his face or the activity of the caudate nucleus.

Gu Fan didn't want to see a living life disappear in front of him, and he didn't want an excellent warrior to die at the hands of his own people.

So when Nie Feng raised his knife, a spiritual power infused with water attribute entered the soldier's brain, and the bioelectric current that stimulated the caudate nucleus calmed down.

Biocurrent activity decreases, and negative emotions disappear. Consciousness is pulled back to reality and no longer governed by the environment. As for what the soldier does and chooses after he wakes up, that's not something Gu Fan should worry about.

Everyone has their own choice, and Gu Fan can't make a choice for this soldier.

If a person doesn't die, he won't die, and if this soldier doesn't understand the gap between the two sides, Gu Fan can't do anything.

Regardless of whether the opponent woke up or not, Nie Feng's arm began to slowly descend, trying to kill the opponent in front of him in one move.

The soldier watched as the aura emanating from Nie Feng's body became stronger and stronger, and the true qi had gradually condensed and formed on the body of the knife, and it would fall at any time. The aura emanating from the knife made him breathless. Can you escape?

Feeling death so closely, the soldier did not panic and fear as before.

The voice was flat, like everything in front of me had nothing to do with me, "I surrender." ”

What? Nie Feng's pupils dilated, and he couldn't believe it at all, in order to ensure that his plan was 100% successful, he had already used all his strength. Why can the other party still speak, why can he still calmly raise his hand and surrender.

Not only Nie Feng couldn't believe it, but even the representatives of the sect and all the people in the military didn't understand what was going on in that moment just now.

Nie Feng's eyes were red, "How can this be, how can this be......?"

Although he won, it was not the way he wanted to win, and such a victory would be an insult to Nie Feng.

With a roar, the Blood Drinking Demon Knife in his hand swept through the rolling true qi and slashed towards the opponent in front of him.

At this moment, Nie Feng had been carried away by anger and had lost his original calm.

Kill, only blood can wash away the shame this time.

Kill, only by killing that soldier can you prove your strength.

Kill, let everyone know how powerful he Nie Feng is.

The soldier looked at the knife that was about to fall and wanted to escape, but his body was already shrouded in murder, and his body stood there uncontrollably again.

Ouyang Ze looked at the slashed knife, snorted lightly, and just appeared in front of the soldier in an instant, raising his thin palm.

The palms of his hands looked extremely thin, and they couldn't withstand the swords that could open mountains and crack rocks. But under Ouyang Ze's control, a faint metallic light shone between the palms of his hands.

The metal energy combined with the true qi gathered between the palms of his hands, like a shield to protect him and the soldiers behind him.

The knife fell, and the knife qi collided with the energy emitted in the palm, and the knife broke inch by inch, silently.

When the leaders of the sect saw Ouyang Ze playing, they secretly said bad in their hearts.

One by one, they stepped into the ring as fast as they could, standing with Nie Feng and waiting for them.

Ouyang Ze looked at the more than twenty grandmasters in front of him contemptuously, "Why don't you group of people want to break the rules?"

Just one sentence, the pressure on these twenty or so grandmasters was like a mountain.

There is this person in how they dare to break the rules, how dare to break the rules.

But before they came this time, they had agreed to advance and retreat together, and if they watched Nie Feng being disposed of by Ouyang Ze, then the alliance would be self-defeating.

Without the alliance, how could they deter the Huaxia government, and how could they get the other party to meet their own conditions.

These sect representatives didn't want to face Ouyang Ze, a murderer, but they had a reason to face it.

Nie Feng looked at the backs of the elders, cold sweat slid down his forehead, and at this moment he realized how much trouble he had caused by his rash move just now, and all of them could die here if they were not careful.

The dragon king and other military representatives took a step forward, their whole body was full of momentum, and they were ready to move at any time.

More than 1,000 soldiers held the submachine rifles in their hands, and one by one they pulled the bolts and aimed at the sect disciples standing on the rostrum. All it takes is an order, and they won't hesitate to pull the trigger and shoot any enemy in sight.