It's like a joke.

Who is he?

The youngest son of the gods, since the first day he came to this world, has been known as the next patriarch of the Celestial Group;

In this world, it can also be said that he is whatever he wants.

But now, he was afraid, worried, afraid.

What to do with those lost bets?

Is it a cheat?

This is unrealistic, the initiator of the gamble is him, which cannot be hidden from the world at all.

If he participates in gambling and does not admit it after losing the bet, this is a joke, a big joke.

When the time comes, he will be finished.

It is impossible for the Celestial Race to allow such a misdeed to be the patriarch, no matter how much his Celestial Father loves him.

No matter what, Tongtian never thought that a gamble that should have been a must-win would lose in a partial way, and lose so badly, so defeated.

For the first time, he lost all his family funds, and even his family funds were not enough, and he still needed to lick his face to borrow them.

So, what about this second time?

Maybe only by selling some life-saving things on his body, and with the help of a few brothers and sisters, can he barely get through the difficulties.

Only in this way can the celestial race not be disgraced.

"Stop the loss in time, there's no need. Tianhong looked at Tongtian with a gloomy face.

He naturally knew what his younger brother, who had never suffered the slightest setback since he was a child, had experienced in a short period of time.

But so what?

At this time, he wanted to tell his younger brother a truth, no matter how he looks at it, it is possible to change in an instant, everything, don't believe too much in your eyes, can't believe too much in your own plans.

But in the end, he didn't say anything, just sighed inwardly, hoping that his younger brother would grow wiser.

However, how many people can stop losses in time?

Hardly.

This is the gambler's mentality.

There is a gamble but not a loss, this sentence seems to be hope, but often, it is a quagmire.

That's it!

His face was lunar and his eyes were blood-red.

A completely losing gambler.

He didn't want to lose that face, and he wanted to get back everything he had lost in the gambling game.

Lost twice in a row?

It doesn't matter!

As long as this swordless is not dead, he will continue to gamble until he dies without a sword!

He stared at Wujian fiercely.

Win two games in a row.

Those who were killed were all prominent figures.

At this time, the town of Tianguan is spreading its name.

It's really famous.

But so what?

He goes to heaven, and in this heavenly human world, it is too simple and easy to die alone.

At this time, the Phoenix clan is on the side.

Wujian walked into the crowd with a smile, his eyes swept across the sky, and said, "I finally live up to His Highness's hard work." ”

This sentence almost broke the belly of the weather!

He didn't believe it, this swordless and phoenix lord didn't know his true intentions.

At this time, is it cheap or good?

Pi Xiaorou didn't smile, and said: "Brother Wujian is indeed a good skill, he has always been not famous before, but he hides it deep enough." ”

Wujian teased slightly, and said, "In the past, His Highness only looked up at the sky, where did he have time to look at such a figure under the clouds?"

Tongtian's face was even more ugly.

But he didn't say anything more.

Said lightly: "Since Brother Wujian is so strong, then please continue Yang Wei for my realm, please." ”

Swordless' eyes narrowed.

But he heard Tongtian continue: "Those ten Heavenly and Human Rejuvenation Qi Pills are enough for you to use ten times. ”

He's mentioning no sword.

His things are not so easy to take, and taking money and not doing things is a joke to him.

"Hehe, I want to tell His Highness, don't open the market, you will ...... Keep losing!"

Wujian looked at Tongtian mockingly, and then didn't care about Tongtian's ugly eyes, and flew up from the city in one step and jumped directly into the ring.

"Let's fight!"

With a sword in hand, there is really a kind of one-man courage without a sword at this time, but just looking at it like this, it will make people fearful.

He stood on top of the ring, but he gave people a sense of sharpness of the divine sword coming out of the sheath and revealing the heavens and the earth, and at this stage of the saint, there were really few people who dared to poke the blade.

The drought could not cry or laugh.

This kid is really getting more and more frustrated.

However, he really thought that there was no saint to kill him in the Seventh Realm?

If it weren't for that relationship.

How could he be?

I don't know how many sinful demons he suppressed to fight, and because of this, the emperor and others all looked at him with suspicious eyes.

If they didn't know him well, it is estimated that these people would have directly killed him in the name of collaborating with the enemy.

"There you go. The Drought looked at a saint who was eager to try.

This saint is naturally not a simple person, he is indeed very strong, and he is famous.

The essence light in Xu's eyes bloomed, and after the dazzling essence light flew out of his eyes, it seemed to condense into two flying swords, piercing the sky in front of him.

This is clear to everyone.

This is a battle of swordsmen.

Sonor!

The sword roared, and a red blood line flew into the ring, and the head of the pocket slashed towards the swordless.

This is the battle of the top swordsmen.

The sword intent roared, overwhelming the mountains and the sea, and the occasional overflowing wisp of sword intent can cut the mountain in half, and make the enemy burst out of countless columns.

"Swordsmanship?"

The pupils of the swordless shrank.

It is said that in ancient times, there was a sword god who could kill immortals through the starry sky.

The art of Edgeworth originated from him.

He always thought that this was a legend, but he didn't expect to see it today.

"Sword!"

With an angry shout, the unsheathed sword seemed to be slow, but it was occasionally horizontal above his head.

There was a bang, and everyone felt a tingling pain in their eardrums, as if they had been punctured.

The sword was gentle, but Xu smashed this sword, but it made Wujian's entire ankle smashed into the thick historical dust of the ancient ring, and the corners of his mouth overflowed with blood, which was extremely scarlet.

"It's not bad to be able to block my sword. ”

Xu was laughing.

If the opponent is too weak, it is not interesting.

To kill the enemy, you have to be evenly matched to be interesting.

In particular, he had already seen that the other party was a pure swordsman.

"Imperial sword arts, I'm finally lucky to see it today. "There is a look of * in the eyes of the swordless.

Xu raised his eyebrows: "If you can defeat me, the sword technique will be given to you, and you can't let him lose it." ”

"Well, if you can kill me, follow the sword of my life, he is unsheathed, please take it away, and do not bury it. "No sword also speaks.

Xu felt more and more pleasing to the sword: "Okay!"

He holds his sword between his eyebrows, which is the most respectful act a swordsman has for his opponent.

"This sword is not famous. Xu looked at the scarlet sword in his hand with a feverish look.

"Then let's fight. "The battle suit in the swordless eyes is wild.

He has been fighting for many years, and he has never met a swordsman as pure as him.

"Kill!" Xu shifted his form and changed positions, and he was instantly far away from Qianzhang, but he didn't think about it, but he was attacking and killing without a sword.

This is the horror of Swordsmanship!

can kill people from thousands of miles.

You can't even touch its deity, how can you fight?

This battle, perhaps without a sword, is really dangerous.

"Sword!"

Wujian shouted angrily again, the sword eyes between his eyebrows opened, and one after another transparent small swords flew out, which was transformed by sword intent and the condensation of the Dao!