"Hahaha!"

At the moment when Wu Wenxu stabbed the Wind Blade into his chest, all the gentlemen in the compartment of the Nightless Hall could no longer hold back a twisted smile. [ Lots of good]

The man worth 48 million gold coins, because he was in a desperate situation, actually ...... He actually chose to commit suicide!

Li Feng's fist shook the soft bed with a loud bang, and he almost laughed out of his tears: "Shen, Shen Gongzi, 48 million gold coins, when are you going to take it out?" ”

The fat man who had been reprimanded by Shen Lian before suddenly pushed away the soul hooking soft 'jade' under his body, staring at the magic screen tightly, a pair of eyes full of greed in shock, filled with irrepressible joy and pleasure.

Shen Lian, Shen Lian, it's true that there is a way in heaven that you don't go, and there is no 'door' in hell, you have to go! Eight million gold coins, ahaha, Lao Tzu smiled!

"A hundred kneeling?"

Shen Lian's eyes staring at the screen did not have a 'color' of remorse, he lost 48 million, and at most he was beaten by the old man, but Shen Lian, who claimed to be the No. 1 gambling saint in the Nightless Temple, faced the blow of a hundred consecutive knees, and his mood was really not much better.

The bronzing soft futon was pinched tightly by Shen Lian, and it was full of wrinkles, Shen Lian knew that the overall situation had been decided, and let go of his hand in annoyance, he patted the butt of the young 'girl' beside him, and said disappointedly: "Go to my housekeeper and get 50 million, and the remaining 2 million gold coins should be rewarded to you." ”

The eyes of the young 'girl' with 'spring' water lit up suddenly, fortunately she was good at observing words and 'colors', and did not show the joy and 'color' of heart 'flowers' blooming in the eyes of Shen Dagongzi's lost knots, she nodded sadly, and after climbing off the 'bed', the steps were like oil, faster than a rabbit.

Li Feng glanced at Shen Lian not far away with a sly smile, and saw that he was sitting among the beauties in despair, and there seemed to be unwillingness in his eyes, Li Feng couldn't help coughing contrivedly: "Shen Gongzi doesn't have to be decadent, your 100-year kneeling record is considered to be unprecedented, and there is no one to come, and it is not a loss to lose, besides, Shen Gongzi's heroism of spending a lot of money is a feat that only iron-clad men dare to make, it is a model for us, a leader for us to admire!" ”

Li Feng's 'yin' and yang's weird ridicule caused everyone to laugh again, Shen Xiaolin is rich and rivals the country, but it is a pity that he gave birth to a son who is wronged, according to his extravagant squandering, even if it is Shen Xiaolin, who is rich and rivals the country, one day it will collapse.

These gentlemen have been jealous of Shen Lian for a long time, and when they saw him deflated, how could they not be able to enjoy that pathological pleasure in their hearts?

was ridiculed by a group of gentlemen, Shen Lian was also good-tempered, and he was not angry, he was like a child who had lost his favorite toy, and lay down on the 'bed' depressedly, and the voices of the 'women' were cold, Shen Lian couldn't hear it, his eyes were still staring at the magic screen, staring at the unruly man covered in blood.

'Really, just dead?' ’

Shen Lian blinked, and under the wolf-like 'going to the dead', he stabbed the blade into the 'chest' cavity, which was indeed a suicidal 'sex' act, but Shen Lian's depressed expression suddenly relaxed, and his sixth sense told him that maybe a miracle would happen.

……

The king of demons used to be Master Yi's heavy evaluation of Wu Wenxu.

What demon? Powerful, evil, cunning...... Obviously, regarding the characteristics of demons, our Lord Diablo has them all, and especially over, so would Wu Wenxu, who is known as the king of demons, choose to judge himself for such a stupid move?!

The blade of the wind seemed to penetrate deeply into Wu Wenxu's right 'chest' cavity without hindrance.

Several bones were broken, the sword pierced into the bloody 'flesh', injuring countless blood vessels, Wu Wenxu's 'lips' overflowed with a dignified red 'color', Wu Wenxu's steady figure had always been as steady as a mountain, with the sharp pain coming from the 'chest' cavity, swaying, and slowly knelt in the bloody mud.

Get down on one knee and pierce your chest with your sword piercing.

The wet short hair with a huge gravity pressed Wu Wenxu's eyes, and his heavy knees splashed with the 'color' of withering life, almost at the same time, the 'going to the dead' surrounded him with a desperate offensive, and the weapons in all directions slowly cut through the air, just waiting for the next moment, Wu Wenxu's body will be broken into ten thousand pieces;

"Drop!"

The blood oozing from the 'chest' cavity passed through the medium of the Wind Blade, and slowly swam along the cold blade of the iron like clay, as if the morning 'shot' the bright 'dew' beads, but these 'dew' beads contained too much seriousness.

In fact, it seems to have become settled.

However, if anyone who cares carefully observes the bright red blood hovering on the blade of the wind, they will definitely be able to find that the viscous blood presents a strange bubble-shape, as if it has been boiled in a hot pot at a high temperature in an instant, and it is boiling rapidly!

A boiling of burning life.

A kind of incomparable, peerless boiling!

Wu Wenxu, who was like death, blew a breath inexplicably, a very slight and flat breath, but when this breath exhaled from the lord's 'lips', the wet short hair that suppressed his eyes was actually boiling, rising to the sky!

A pair of eyes that could not be seen slowly opened under the shadows of countless swords and swords, and in the midst of it, there was a scarlet of cold killing, so red that it was more desperate than the killing of the 'dead'.

Wu Wenxu smiled strangely: "A mouse is a mouse, and it can't beat me, the king of beasts!" ”

"Boom!"

Dozens of 'crossing' forks slashed down heavily, chopping the mud and splashing everywhere, like a rainstorm washed down the brush, and the target of the 'going to the dead', the man who should have died and knelt on one knee, where is his shadow?!

"It's too slow."

The "going to the dead" are completely suspicious and "confused", they will not think, they will only rely on instinct to exterminate all living things, for the powerful to use the sea of people tactics is their only hole card, now the target of the siege disappeared out of thin air, they are the two zhang monks 'touched' their heads, stunned but do not know what to do next.

"Whoosh."

Among the more than sixty walking corpses who walked on the 'flesh' of the 'dead', there was a sudden tremor of hunting, and the bloody wind inhaled into the nose, making people shiver, this cold wind absolutely did not have the merciful words of his subordinates, it suddenly blew Buddha, and it blew into the lungs.

"Boom!"

The corpse of one 'to the dead' shook to the end expressionlessly, two, three......

If these 'deaths' still survived consciousness, they would have been so frightened that they would have used the strength of the eighteen generations to run for their lives, because every time this evil cold wind blows, it will inevitably accompany the death of their companions on the spot, and they can't even see the direction of the wind, let alone what is hidden in the wind!

"Why don't you fight back, don't you really want to kill me?"

The bloody evil wind stopped abruptly, and in the overwhelming sound of blood 'flesh' bursting, a figure was actually erected, the man holding the broken sword with dripping blood, who was not Wu Wenxu!

"Hmm!"

The 'Dead' turned their heads stiffly, and the venom of the soul destroying pulp and the hell lily of the valley expelled them and pounced on Wu Wenxu without hesitation, but they moved slowly in Wu Wenxu's eyes, slower than a snail!

"Row!"

Wu Wenxu smiled, his left hand held the blade of the wind, his right palm pressed against the hilt of the sword, and suddenly the sword came out, and the sword slashed through the crimson blood wind, with an astonishing speed like lightning and flint, the first breath of the 'going to the dead' had not yet been spit out from their noses, and a series of blood gushed out from their throats, and countless walking corpses of 'flesh' 'going to the dead' fell to the ground, and there was no sound!

Who is Wu Wenxu?

The 'flesh' body of the eighth-level great magician, the 'flesh' body that has been tempered by the death of the seventh forbidden spell in the world, not to mention indestructible, but the strength and speed have long surpassed the limits of ordinary humans, a limit that they have worked hard all their lives and will never be able to surpass!

"Die!"

The grievance of being beaten by the 'going to the dead' simply made Wu Wenxu enter a kind of transcendent killing realm!

Wu Wenxu took out his sword and closed the sword, as fast as a meteor, in one go, the cyan 'color' figure was soaked in the bloody 'color' storm, but it didn't drop blood, but whoever was swept by the cold eyes would inevitably be in a different place in the next moment, and there would be no place to die!

'Thought you could kill Lao Tzu by sending some stupid idiots, huh? ’

Wu Wenxu's figure has flickered into an afterimage of the gathering of the wind, and a breath stabbed out more than a dozen wind blades, and under the 'flowers' and 'chaos' in his eyes is a ruthless harvest, just eighty people, is it enough to stuff the teeth? The city of faith, send 100,000 people!

"It's... No way......"

The scene on the slender magic screen framed by the platinum honeysuckle pattern was replaced by a bloody rain at some point, only to see a vague shadow like the wind, and then the 'To the Dead' fell to the ground silently.

Li Feng stared at the screen in a demented manner, clutching the futon with both hands, grasping the silk embroidery thread like his heart, Li Feng pulled up the corners of his distorted 'lips' with difficulty, and muttered from his mouth, but it was no different from breathlessness.

"Hey, hey, hey, we must have our eyes 'spent'......"

The fat man who was scolded by Shen Dagongzi and was secretly refreshed in his heart, his face was pale, and he actually collapsed on the "bed" as if he had been "sucked" dry, and pressed the delicate body of the young "girl" next to her, so that she was almost out of breath.

How is this possible, how is it possible!!

A guy who is certain to die and stabs the blade of his sword into his 'chest', how can he come back from the dead, how can he burst out with a power that is even stronger than the Ice Demon in the Purgatory Arena!

The projection shown on the screen now is simply a massacre without backhand, those powerful and seemingly burly and powerful 'Deaths' are more vulnerable than tofu 'flowers' under Wu Wenxu's sword, and the lords worth 48 million gold coins have just made the six sons of the people who cursed and killed themselves fall into an unprecedented abyss.

In fact, sometimes betting depends not only on the situation, but also on the person.

Betting on the death of the lord we have always liked to hang on, isn't that a joke with our own life?

Shen Gongzi looked at the screen until the smug faces of the six guys became as green as if they had eaten stool, Shen Lian scratched his head and said weakly: "That, it seems that each of you owes me eight million gold coins?" ”

"Boom!"

There was a strange sound of 'convulsions' and falling to the ground, and the six gentlemen foamed at the mouth, and they fainted in fright.