Chapter 24: Capricious Surrender

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I'd rather not really know the man in front of me. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. biqUgE怂 ļ½‰ļ½Žļ½†ļ½

King Jin: "Rather, you dare to make such a joke!" ā€

Rather: "You know me?" Were you brought by some elemental king? ā€

Retinue? King Jin was so angry that he couldn't speak.

Wood King: "I'd rather be talking about it!" He's the King of Gold. ā€

I'd rather be speechless and confused.

Rainbow robe: "The position of the King of Jin has been empty for 10,000 years, and there has been no owner, I have been to the territory of the Jin Clan many times, can I still be mistaken?" ā€

Wood King: "It's okay for you to go crazy, don't talk crazy!" ā€

The rainbow robe looked aggrieved.

Looking at the sand king's smile, King Jin's heart rolled like magma. Although I haven't figured out what the situation is, it must be a good thing that the sand king did!

"I don't know that person," Britney raised her hand, "Who else?" ā€

All of them, except for the Wood King and the Fire King, raised their hands.

"Lao Tzu became the king of gold for ten thousand years, and you actually said that you don't know me!" King Jin was furious, then turned his head and glared at King Sand, "Good boy! We're not done here, wait until I lead the whole clan to destroy you!" ā€

"You don't have that chance."

After saying that, the Sand King stretched out his hand and waved it at the Golden King again. The King of Gold did not dodge or dodge, but when he was hit, he turned into a mess of sand, leaving a pair of angry eyes.

"There are 9 left, who wants to surrender?"

Surrender?

Everyone looked at each other.

Chang Yongjian, the Evil Lord, the Shadow Lord, the Thousand Evening Lord, and the Rainbow Robe raised their hands, and the Wood King, Fire King, Ning Ke, and Britney refused to surrender.

The surrender faction has not been cloned and resurrected except for the rainbow robe, and it is reasonable to surrender, the rainbow robe has always worshiped the elemental kings, maybe in his eyes, the sand king is also a noble existence. Those who did not surrender were not afraid of death, either clones or clones were resurrected.

Before he could fight, he surrendered halfway. But no one complained, everyone was not in unison, and it was understandable that the birds and beasts were scattered when the disaster came.

But the Sand King didn't seem to be as happy as everyone expected, and instead frowned.

The sand king stretched out his finger and pointed at a few people and said, "You, you are too ugly, you are not allowed to surrender." You, the color of your clothes is too dark, you are not allowed to surrender. You, who are you, are not allowed to surrender. And you, must surrender. ā€

Everyone almost fainted.

The Sand King rejected the surrender of the Evil Lord, the Shadow Lord, and the Rainbow Robe for a bizarre reason. It is the right of the strong to agree or not to surrender. But, what the hell did you point to the Wood King and say that you must surrender!

The Evil Lord runs away.

"Number 8! Number 9! ā€

"The subordinates are here!"

"Kill the one who escaped!"

"Yes!"

It was the two orange-haired women who came out of the ground, received the order, and jumped away again.

"What are you guys doing in a daze? Pull over and want to be hurt by me? ā€

Chang Yongjian exchanged glances with Lord Qianxi and slowly walked to the side. The Wood King put on a good stance.

"It's all said that you have to surrender."

A cloud of sand wrapped the Wood King, floated into the air, and quickly moved to Chang Yongjian and Lord Qianxi.

Just arrested?

The mass of sand continued to break through with huge plants, but it withered in an instant, repeatedly, quite fiercely, but it was fruitless, and it almost injured Chang Yongjian and Lord Qianxi.

The rest of the people were nervously put on a posture, but only the Fire King was calm.

The Sand King looked at him, and he stared at the Sand King as well.

"Okay." The Sand King nodded, "I'll meet you in a moment, wait." ā€

The Sand King was about to walk towards the others, but was stopped by the Fire King's outstretched hand.

The Sand King frowned: "... Old boy, you are the one who humiliates yourself. ā€

Since a few people were escaped, the mood of the sand king has not been good. He gave the Fire King a harsh word, and raised his hand, and a pile of sand swirled up from the ground, quickly condensing into a human form.

The human form gradually became clear.

It's a clone of the Sand King, exactly the same.

"CNM Sand King! What does it mean to summon a level 80 doppelganger! ā€

"A dog with fire left is enough to use a doppelganger of level 80 like you. You still think level 80 is too high? I think level 70 can kill you. ā€

"Listen to you put P! You weren't born when Lao Tzu became the Fire King! ā€

"Your time has long passed."

The doppelganger also smiled contemptuously, waved his hand, and motioned for a different place to fight.

"Sand King, put away your clone!"

The Sand King shook his head and canceled the clone. Immediately after that, a new doppelganger appeared. This... Everyone can see the level of the clone...

Level 70!

The Fire King's anger erupted, and the temperature was extremely high.

The level 70 clone of the Sand King smiled contemptuously again, waved his hand, and motioned for a different place to fight.

"The Sand King... You deceive people too much! Your doppelganger doesn't deserve to fight me! ā€

"Don't you dare to level 70? Don't worry, in case you win, I promise you, the main body kneels and goes to the Fire Clan territory to beg you to fight alone, haha! ā€

ā€œā€¦ Remember your words today! ā€

The Fire King's self-esteem was stimulated, and there was nothing left. He cursed, and the clone of the sand king jumped out one after another.

"Alright," the Sand King looked around at the rest of the group, "how are we going to play now?" ā€

The Shadow Lord stepped back.

Along the way, she drove the group to hide, surrounding everyone with a cloud of black fog to avoid the jackal reaper. But this consumes a lot of mana, and there is not much mana to resist the demon tree and absorb life. Along the way, she became very weak. As soon as the sand king arrived, he immediately made two moves, although fortunately Chang Yongjian abandoned his previous suspicions and immediately treated her, but he still inevitably had little vitality, like a candle in the wind.

She didn't clone back to life...

"That's you."

"Hmm...!"

The Shadow Lord suddenly spat blood from her mouth, and when she looked down, she saw a scimitar stabbing her through the heart from behind.

There was no one behind him.

It's the arm floating in mid-air again.

Goo-dong.

The Shadow Lord falls to the ground.

The arm raised the scimitar to make up for the blow and cut off her head.

Everyone else watched warily. They are not friends, and they are difficult to protect, so there is no one to help.

Only a mist of blood remained.

"Rather!"

"Good!"

Rainbow Robe called out to him, and he immediately understood. Although they are hostile camps, after all, they have been friends and enemies for a long time, and they can defend themselves against the enemy together.

"The poison of the rotten orchid! The poison of heavenly sleep! Blade of the Deep Pool! ā€

Rainbow Robe threw three spells at Ning's longsword, increasing elemental damage.

It is better to raise the sword and rush forward.

Sure enough, the Sand King also took out the same long sword as Ning, this move is really disgusting!

"Sand fixing vines!"

When the two were about to make a move, the rainbow robe threw another spell at the sand king. A thick vine grew from the Sand King's shoulders and entangled him in an instant.

Rainbow Robe thought to herself, even if this plant would wither in a second, as long as it would rather create a chance for half a second.

Actually! Nothing works! The Sand King didn't have a delay of 0.1 seconds, and he raised his sword and would rather fight each other with his sword. After that, the plant withered.

"Nope! No way! This is a plant that specializes in restraining deserts! ā€

The Sand King didn't have time to pay attention to him, because at this moment the Sand King's hand flew blood.

I didn't see it clearly just now, and with a slight flick of his wrist, he shot down the scimitar and slashed the Sand King.

"Boy... What kind of skill is this? ā€

Rather ignore it, have no expression, and don't let up.

ā€œā€¦ It's kind of interesting. ā€

The sand king smiled, and the wound on his hand was healed in a blink of an eye, and the poison had no effect in the slightest.

The two of them made another move, repeating the scene just now three or five times, each time the two swords struck each other, and they would rather slash the sand king with a slight flick of their wrists.

"Huh!"

The rainbow robe, who was secretly cheering with his fists, suddenly found that Ning Ke was injured, the blood mist on his wrist was great, and the long sword also fell to the ground.

The rainbow robe has been staring at this contest from the side, it is impossible to be mistaken, just now it was definitely the sand king who imitated Ning Ke's skills, and he won with a flick of his wrist!

Rather than pick up the sword, he jumped backwards and pulled out a spear.

The Sand King pulled out an identical spear.

"Thousand Flash Spear Dragon!"

"Thousand Flash Spear Dragon!"

"What!"

Like looking in the mirror, Sand King and Ning used the same skill at the same time, even though the spear only had one hand, it turned into countless flashes of light and stabbed forward.

Even if the skills are the same, the strength is worlds apart. Several spears exchanged fires, but they had received a few not fatal abrasions, and the momentum was seriously suppressed.

Seeing that Ning gradually couldn't stand it anymore and was about to fall backwards, he shook his wrist slightly.

While!

The spear came out of the Sand King's hand and landed ten meters away.

It was better to stand still than to pursue, but to stand in place with vigilance.

The Sand King looked at his hands, and there was a hint of numbness.

ā€œā€¦ Boy, what kind of skill are you? It's not an active skill, it's not a passive skill, it's not a pose class, it's not even a spell. I can't imitate it. ā€

I'd rather just smile wryly...

"Why don't you go after it? I just had a momentary flaw. ā€

"What's the use? In the end, I can't win. ā€

"Okay, okay, teach me this trick, you can go back."

"I can't teach it."

"Huh?"

Sand King frowned.

"Forget it, have a lot of fun, tell me the name of this trick, and I can let you go."

ā€œā€¦ It's not a secret, it's just that the passive skills have been practiced to the extreme, and some mysteries have been comprehended. ā€

The Sand King touched his chin with his hand, fell into deep thought, no longer looked at Ning, waved his hand, and motioned for him to stand with Chang Yongjian and Lord Qianxi in the past.

I'd rather not let my guard down and walk over slowly.

"Treat him."

Chang Yongjian hurriedly gave Ning a healing spell.

The Sand King's mind was now immersed in the words that Ning had just said. He glanced at the rest of the people as if he couldn't see it, and said lazily: "Okay, who's next?" ā€

"Me!"

The Sand King glanced at the rainbow robe with disgust, unable to arouse the slightest interest.

Rainbow Robe raised his hands, and the elemental power of several colors gathered on his head. Eventually, they converged into a spear. It is identical in shape to the desert spear commonly used by the Sand King, but in a gorgeous color. The cross head of the gun, with poison on the left side, water on the right, ice at the tip, earth in the front of the barrel, wood in the middle, gold in the back, and a small fireball floating at the end. It's not gorgeous!

"Go ahead! Rainbow Lance! ā€

The rainbow robe waved his hand, and the colorful spear hovered and shot at the Sand King.

Rumble!

The small fireball exploded, making the spear's thruster.

Instantly inserted into the chest of the Sand King.

Rainbow Robe stared at the Sand King's reaction.

The Sand King couldn't help but shake his head...

"One is real but not flashy, and the other is flashy. Are you waiting for me to compliment you? ā€

Really. At this moment, the rainbow robe has no desire to win at all, and only wants to be appreciated as if it would rather be and escape.

"Desert Rush."

The Sand King swung a sword, and a huge, intense stream of sand flew towards the rainbow robe in the shape of a half-moon.

"Autumn Water Pool!"

The rainbow robe makes a round shield of water elements.

Then he was cut in two by the shield and the people.

Then there was a brilliant mist of blood.

And then there was no then.