After the soul of a person, he will undergo drastic changes, especially his personality, as if he has changed people.

The fat man walked towards the armor with two short weapons in his hand, and the helmet swept his knife sideways and rushed over quickly.

The Clear Knife is very easy to use, but it is not suitable for particularly close combat, in contrast, if the fat man can get close to it, it is very likely that the armor will be destroyed with a single sword.

But there is also a reason why the armor chooses to do this, obviously feeling the change in the breath on the fat man's body, and sensing what he wants to do quickly.

The two sides bumped together unexpectedly, and the other party raised his hand to make a knife, and the blade traveled directly to the fat man's neck. He turned his head to avoid this knife, but saw that the opponent's blade immediately changed again, and he cut the fat man's shoulder diagonally. The fat man touched the opponent's knife with a three-edged thorn, only to hear a soft sound of "bell", and the strength of the two sides was equal, and neither of them could help the other, and they stood separately after separation.

Judging from the current situation, the skills of both sides should be similar, but if this is the case, the person who loses in this battle is very likely to be fat.

After the fat man invites the soul to go up, although the time for the god to fight has become significantly longer, and he can even speak, there is still a limit. Beyond this limit, the god will naturally disappear.

The other party and the fat man's practical routines are similar, but the other party is armor, and even if the fat man's three-edged thorn stabs the other party through the heart, it still can't kill the other party. On the other hand, if the other party makes a clear knife, ordinary weapons can't help the fat man, but this clear knife must be extraordinary, and it is very likely to be cursed on it. If you stab the fat man, you may be able to kill the fat man directly.

If the battle continues like this and drags on, the consequences will be very bad for us.

I have some regrets about letting the fat man play, which kind of fat man is suitable for an immediate, quick and quick matchup. But there is no regret in the world to take medicine, I can only hope that the fat man will find an opportunity to decide the winner with one blow.

The fat man and the armor were at a stalemate, and after a brief exchange of hands, the two sides began to watch calmly, but one of the actions of the armor caused the fat man's unexpected reaction.

The armor actually stuck the clear knife in his hand on the ground at once, and then grinned and sneered: "Hehe......"

The voice was very soft, and it was difficult to hear clearly from my angle, but the fat man seemed to hear it clearly, his face changed slightly, and he shouted, "Are you laughing at me?" Putting down the sword to taunt me, do you think it's too good to win? ”

The duel between the two warriors, the duel between the two strong men, one party actually put down the weapon in his hand, this scene is really unexpected. The armor spread its hands, and the provocative attitude was already obvious.

The fat man clenched his fists, his face turned red, and he was obviously angry to the extreme.

"Don't fall for the fat man, it's deliberate!" I opened my mouth to shout, but at this time, the fat man's body was not only him, but also a human soul, but also a famous human soul, who was so provoked by the other party, how could he swallow this breath, and immediately had the urge to explode!

As for the origin of the human soul in the fat man's body, it has always been very mysterious. But I know that he invited more than one soul.

These souls are all fierce generals who once dominated the world and fought for hegemony, each of them is not a fuel-efficient lamp, and they are murderous and tyrannical!

"You, looking for death!" The fat man lifted the Tushan knife and shouted, and killed it at the armor. With an impulsive shot, a blow pierced the armor's chest, and the Tushan knife pierced the armor and stabbed out from the back of the armor.

"Hehe......" The strange laughter of the armor came out again, and when I looked closely, I found that the pierced armor was actually fine. It looked at the fat man, grabbed the fat man's arm with one hand, and held it in the void with the other hand, and the clear knife that was inserted in the ground immediately flew into its hand, and then the clear knife was held high.

I immediately shouted, "Be careful, fatty, get out of here!" ”

But at this moment, where did the fat man retreat, and the arm that was grabbed by the armor struggled desperately to no avail. The knife pierced the fat man's arm, and something like an ant burrowed into the fat man's body. The fat man immediately screamed!

"Fatty!" I wanted to rush in to save people, but as soon as I moved, I was stopped by the Tiantong Pavilion Master, who looked at me and said, "There are rules for gambling fights, you can't break in casually, otherwise it won't be a gambling fight but a fight." ”

I clenched my fists, looked at the fat man who was stabbed, and shouted in my heart: "What do you care so much, get out of the way!" ”

But this time it was not the Tiantong Pavilion Master who stopped me, but the fat man, who covered his wounds and turned back to me and shouted, "I'm fine, I can't die." Don't break in, I'll kill it! ”

The old man behind the armor sneered: "Just talking big words, but you don't know that your current situation is already very dangerous?" ”

"What do you mean?" I asked.

"This brother of yours was stabbed by the divine guard of our Ling family, and he has been hit by the unique spell of our Ling family, if you don't break the spell, the spell will spread all over his body, and eventually let him die in pain."

When he said this, I immediately thought of the black ant-like thing I had just seen, which had indeed crawled into the fat man's body.

"What do you want?"

"It was you who proposed the gambling fight, and you agreed to my request, the gambling has the rules of the gambling fight, regardless of life and death, the winner can live, and the loser will die. If you don't want something to happen to your brother, throw in the towel! I could consider sparing him dead! I looked at the fat man, gritted my teeth and was about to speak, when the fat man suddenly shouted, "Don't give the fuck to me!" ”

I paused, but I saw that he gradually straightened up, and the bleeding on his body had stopped, but the spell had already penetrated into his body, and the pain caused by the spell would continue to increase, and finally consume his life.

"Fat ......"

"Brother Cui."

The brothers were worried about him, but he waved his hand and shouted, "I can't die, besides, even if I want to surrender, the guy in my body won't want to surrender." This fight has just begun, and there is no reason to surrender. You just have to watch, when Lao Tzu tears this armor and destroys it, it is equivalent to breaking the source of the spell, and the spell can be solved! ”

"It's easy to say, now you're afraid that you will die of pain if you move." Lingqun said disdainfully.

"Hehe......" The fat man sneered, and a gray mist floated out from behind him, gradually turning into the appearance of a person, standing behind him.

"I'm not alone here! Brother, he looks down on us so much, should we teach him a lesson. The fat man whispered to himself, not to me, but to the gray humanoid mist beside him.

"I can bear this pain, come in, we'll tear this rotten armor!" The fat man shouted, and the gray humanoid mist burrowed into his body again, and a gust of wind blew up on the flat ground, and a terrifying aura swept through the entire venue. The fat man's breath changed again, but this time the breath he released became even more terrifying, like a lion who woke up from a deep sleep, hungry and ready to kill.

The armor seemed to have a premonition of something, raised his sword, and the sword went sideways and killed the fat man. The fat man held a short weapon in both hands, and went back and forth to attack and defend for more than ten moves, but he lost the upper hand.

But I was worried in my heart that the fat man at this time had been spelled after all, and it could be seen from the fine beads of sweat and pale face that kept coming out of his forehead that he was barely supporting himself to fight.

"Can you keep it up?" This thought has always crossed my mind.

"Bang!" The blow of the Tushan knife was blocked by the armor, and then the fat man pierced the armor's head with a three-edged thorn, but after the armor was hit, he let out that terrible sneer again, and the spirit group sneered: "I don't have a long memory. The divine guards of our spiritual family will not be hurt by this. ”

"Whew!" However, the uninjured armor pierced the fat man's shoulder with a single sword, and more spells flowed into the fat man's body, and even the naked eye could see that the fat man's arm had completely turned black!

"Fatty!"

"Brother Cui!"

We shouted, and the armor guard struck a blow and tried to take the knife back, but at this moment, the knife was caught by the fat man with his arm muscles, and he couldn't pull it out.

"Have you had enough? Isn't it time to change Lao Tzu next? ”