The pressure on his shoulders seemed to be carrying a backpack, and the invisible pressure made the five of them frown suddenly, and when they looked at Ansel Suiyue, the battle intent in their eyes was induced on the battlefield.

"Who said that last time. ”

"What?"

Xing Zeyuan asked.

They had two competitions before this competition, and the bets they got on both occasions added up to 2,000 yuan, plus about 10,000 yuan this time, and in addition to the Ansel mercenary group's earnings, there were more than 8,000 yuan. The bets they are competing with are all world coins, and they don't treat people as bets at all. More than 8,000 yuan is a lot, enough for them to spend for a while, but not enough to exchange for a two-belt inscription.

In the world of starry, there are many extraordinary professions, and one of the most mysterious is called "Inscription Master". They are often isolated from the world, obey the "heavenly" way, and never compete with the world for fame and fortune, but their unique power can carve runes on their weapons and bring life to them.

Because they are small in number, and they have the same number as the Star Shaman, the inscription is very precious. Not to mention 8,000 yuan, even 10,000, or even 20,000 yuan cannot be equated with the second belt inscription.

"If they cheat, we'll take what we deserve!"

Xing Zeyuan said, the corners of his mouth rising slightly. Twisting his neck, he pulled the ink star out of his trouser pocket, and tied it to his palm as he walked. The half-bowed face looked a little gloomy in the daylight, he didn't like to get things in a violent way, but the pressure on them was like a catalyst that made their blood boil.

Teenagers are hot-blooded and unwilling to be forced by others, all pressure is a challenge, and they do not need to be patient in the face of this provocation.

"Let's see, what is this Ansel mercenary group?"

"I didn't expect that, why are you so backbone today?"

Qianling put his hands in his pockets and hit Hache. Usually Xing Zeyuan is not weak, but today he is too tough. The five people walked forward with confidence, not slow or fast, and maintained a steady pace. Gan Suo and they all looked over to look at Xing Zeyuan, and what Xing Zeyuan left them was his resolute side face. The muscles on his face tensed due to clenching of his teeth, and Xing Zeyuan said coldly:

"This wada knife belongs to Brother Ganso. If they don't give it, we'll take it ourselves!"

After the opening of the commercial roads in the Western and Eastern Regions, Wa knives were not so precious, and now they can be bought anywhere, but they are not so easy to buy with two inscriptions.

An electric current rushed up Ganso's spine and into his mind. The eyes are the windows of the soul, and together they can be expressed through the eyes, and there is a kind of emotion hidden in Ganso's eyes. The so-called emotion is the feeling of suddenly feeling warm and making people's nose sour, right?

"Makes sense!"

As Mo spoke, the swords and swords that were in the scabbards on the left and right were drawn, and a flash of light flashed on the bodies of Foyle and Sépal's swords, from the blade to the tip of the sword. The bright light shone into a cross, flickering as the twin swords pointed their palms towards the ground.

Wiping his eyes, Pinin habitually clenched his longbow, the hard strings stretched in front of his chest. In his right hand he held an arrow, which swirled through the air, as bright as his gaze.

His right hand was wrapped around the ink star, and when Ansel Suiyue saw the bandage-like gauntlet with the stars, his pupils couldn't help but tremble, and he couldn't help jumping off the elevated platform, Ansel Suiyue held the cold light under the gaze of the group members, and his eyes were full of disbelief.

"Are you coming?"

The cluster in Mo's chest flickered with the cluster of Binin, and they were about to shoot when they were stopped by Ganso's arm.

"Wait a minute!"

The force on his shoulder was suddenly eliminated, Xing Zeyuan pulled his right hand, and Mo Xing was firmly tied to his palm, he looked at Suiyue in front of him, her eyes flashed with confusion and incomprehension.

"Boy, where did the ink star in your hand come from?"

As soon as he came here yesterday, Xing Zeyuan put away the ink star, because he knew that for the mercenaries competing for the inscription, the ink star of the nine belts was a legendary-level treasure. At first, he was afraid of causing unnecessary trouble, but now he is not afraid.

"Don't worry about it, we won the game, should we give us the cold light? This is what you said yourself, the winner, you can get the cold light. ”

Except for Qian Ling, the five members of the Red Shield Mercenary Group were all slightly injured in the previous battle, but at this time, their eyes were burning, and they were not afraid in the face of the more than fifty people who had gathered, just like a lion facing a group of hyenas. The lion is the king of the Liaoliao grassland, and all creatures will submit to it. When a lowly beast encounters a noble beast, it will also kneel timidly.

"Give!"

Ansel Suiyue threw his left hand, and the cold light placed in the scabbard swirled in the air, like a spinning windmill. The inscriptions, which were fifty meters apart, moved quickly in the air, and then were caught by Xing Zeyuan's left hand.

"Brother Ganso, this is yours. ”

"Hmm!"

They had experienced life and death together, thank you This kind of words are not suitable to say in front of so many people, Ganso took the cold light, and his hand was on the hilt of the knife tied with the blue rope. He had long heard that the waji knife was a product of lightness and strength, and that it was easy to unfurl a hard rhinoceros horn with it.

Holding the hilt of the knife, he gently pulled it out, revealing the scabbard and the knife with a hint of coldness, which made Gansuo's heart secretly happy. Pulling it out violently, the extreme speed caused the cold light to leave a faint blue afterimage in the air, and the cold light was like water overflowing from a full glass. The cold light that was pulled out waved in front of him, and in the wind that was pulled, Ganso understood why there were so many people in the world who used Japanese knives.

The waji knife held in the hand can overcome the problem that the tomahawk is not easy to swing in terms of weight, and can make up for the disadvantages of the dagger in terms of length, and in terms of lethality, it is not weaker than any kind of weapon.

Swish!

Eighty centimeters long, the simple blade with icy cold lines slashed down from the top of Ganso's head, and the sharp voice pleased the Red Shield mercenary group. Compared to using knives, they are certainly not as good as Gansuo!

"That's it for us?"

Under Xing Zeyuan's gaze, Ansel Suiyue's eyes did not change, she was a little stunned, stepped forward and grabbed Xing Zeyuan's palm, and asked him with a little respect:

"Where did your ink star come from?"

"Xihe sent it, I know him!"

The sentence Xihe seemed extremely cordial, but it made the woman in front of her stunned for a long time without reacting.

"Beichen Xihe?"

When they heard this, except for Qian Ling, the other three were a little surprised.

"Who is Beichen Xihe?"

Qian Ling asked.

"The king of the mercenary world! is also the only neutron star mercenary group in the mercenary world!"

Mo said, Suiyue's surprised gaze seemed to be looking at a man in his thirties who was still babbling.

"Don't you know, don't you know that this is the king's weapon?"

The three of them looked at each other, the most of the three of them knew about mercenaries was Gansuo, although Mo had always been quite a mercenary, but because of the strict management of his family, he had never had the opportunity to contact the outside world, even if he knew that the king of the mercenary world was called "Beichen Xihe", he didn't know what the weapon used by this strong man was.

"Could it be that there is a story about this weapon?"

"Of course! This weapon wasn't the king's in the first place. ”

For the faithful admirers, their idols are gods, and they think they know them better than their idols, and the same is true of Ansel Suiyue, who is a loyal admirer of Beichen Xihe!

Obsidian winter 2004

"Don't make a move, this is a contest between the regimental commanders!"

The eight people around him each took a step back, and Beichen Xihe's eyes were like torches, which could burn people to the ground.

"I heard that your strength can already summon two star gods, and you can also feel two large star clusters?"

The blizzard was particularly ferocious, like a snow-turned beast trying to get involved in this battle. The wind in their ears caused the wind and snow to blow all around them, but there was not a single snowflake at twenty centimeters around Beichen Xihe and Ye Ersen, they were moving furnaces, making the cold in the world unbearable.

Yeerson stood in the blizzard, the star god in his body ready to move.

"To be exact, I only need one last small cluster to summon a third star god. ”

Beichen Xihe, a man who is only a newcomer in the mercenary group, has only established the mercenary group for more than four years, but he has such an achievement, which his opponent, Ye Ersen, has to admire. A drop of cold sweat flowed down his forehead, why did this man come to him today?

"So, you're coming to me today to show off your strength, right?"

"You should know that there are not many inscriptions with a mark in this world, I heard that you have a nine-belt inscription here!"

"Hahaha!"

Before he finished speaking, Ye Sen looked up to the sky and laughed, and then his pupils looked directly at Beichen Xihe, and his face became cold.

"Hey, Beichen Xihe, do you think that you are very powerful when you become a neutron star mercenary group? In my eyes, you are just a yellow-haired boy who has not dried up, it just so happens that we haven't fought yet, come on!"

Ye Erson quickly rushed out, urging the red first star god "Color Star God - Holy War Spirit".

"Boom!"

Beichen Xi and his arm bent his bow and blasted out a straight fist, and the golden first-star god "Color Star God - Divine Soldier" shone brightly.

"Humph!"

Nine-band inscription - there are three bands on the ink star to increase strength, five bands to increase defense, and one belt to unload. At the same time, the nine-band inscription made the ink star as bright as the Milky Way. After the dreamy light, Ye Ersen's two-meter-tall body rapidly expanded, and finally turned into a three-meter-tall red battle spirit.

The red light on his body continued to release outward, like a fire constantly spewing out from the mouth of the furnace, and the waves of air released by the blazing temperature made a hundred meters without snow, and the snowflakes turned into water droplets, which had turned into steam before they landed.

"My first star god is the closest star god in the world to the sun star Juyao, it can make me battle soul and gain the power of the gods!"

"God, joke!"

Beichen Xihe grinned, and the golden star god caused a golden armor to appear on Beichen Xihe's body, and the gold-plated armor looked like gold bars forged by unscrupulous merchants. However, the increase it brought made Beichen Xihe, who had closed his fist, step forward at the speed of light, and the fist swirled, and the snowflakes within a thousand meters suddenly dispersed, and the strong wind and waves caused the people of the Heaven Eternal Mercenary Group and the King Mercenary Group to quickly retreat.

The pattern axis rotates around the chain star god, and the different number of pattern axes make Beichen Xi and confident victory in a hundred battles. The earth trembled beneath his feet, the clouds in the sky shattered, the air slowly froze, and everything in the world trembled under his second star god. It seems that he is the main body of this world, and everyone should submit to him.

The cold domineering spirit is as unstoppable as the wind, and wherever he sees it, it will be affected. The entire island seems to be facing God's punishment under the urging of Beichen Xihe.

The two mercenary groups jumped onto the boat unhurriedly and watched the small desert island slowly sink.

"The end result?"

Xing Zeyuan glanced at his left hand, in his hand, the ink star that could only urge the three ribbon inscriptions could only smash one stone at most.

"They fought for two days and one night, and in the end, Beichen Xihe won, and Moxing became his weapon!"

Ansel Suiyue's tone carried a hint of adoration.

Looking at the ink star on his fist, Xing Zeyuan felt respect.

"If you can sink an island......"

Momo was surprised to imagine the scene of two men fighting on an island, and with just two punches, the island sank, and then they ran down the surface of the sea to another island, and then another island disappeared.

"That Yerson is also very strong, since you can fight him for so long?"

Ganso said lightly, his slightly trembling voice secretly hiding his thirst for power.

"At that time, the king could only summon two star gods, Ye Erson had two small star clusters less than him, the first star god was the holy war spirit, and the second star god was the martial world, and he was very strong in combat! Before the appearance of the king mercenary group, they were one of the leaders of the mercenary world. ”

Ansel Suiyue's face was full of longing, and his eyes looked at Xing Zeyuan with some envy.