Yin Feilong had never felt such humiliation, nor had he ever felt such powerlessness for a moment, but when he turned his head, he could only see a straight back, his black hair was scattered over his shoulders, and his figure was not very tall and burly, but it made him feel a suffocating pain, as if on the afternoon of twenty-six years old, the middle-aged man who looked gentle and elegant lightly opened the darkest story in his heart.

That powerlessness almost consumed his entire being.

What swordsman's heroism, swordsman's ease and ease, what incognito sword-wielding ambition, in the face of this powerlessness is fragile and collapses! The shame made him want to hide his face and run away! I want to yell like crazy!! Want to kill! Want to vent!

But no, you cannot.

He's the townkeeper of this floor, the man said it.

Can't go.

So he didn't dare to move.

For some people, the so-called pursuit and dream are just a beautiful dream in one's heart after being fed and clothed, just like a bubble, so beautiful, but a finger, a breeze, a lovely and weak butterfly, can easily crush this beautiful bubble.

But for some, this is not the case.

It was almost Yin Feilong's seventh breath of heartbreak, and a solemn roar suddenly came out from the upper floor, and a snowy and cold war knife fell from the sky, straight upside down in front of Yin Feilong's eyes, the thin blade couldn't help but tremble, he almost smelled a sticky bloody smell that was enough to make him gause, and his pupils suddenly shrank.

He knew this knife, to be exact, he knew the owner of this knife, the Linjiao knife, its owner was on the thirty-first floor of this building, a middle-aged man with a purple bronze complexion and a murderous disgust, using better weapons and drinking more mellow wine, but now his knife was here.

Swordsmen and swordsmen are a kind of people from a certain point of view, they never put down the weapons in their hands, and always believe in their weapons as sure as they believe in themselves, when a powerful and incomparable swordsman can't even hold the knife in his hand, then he almost doesn't even have to guess what he encounters.

The quiet and steady footsteps sounded again, and there was not much change in the rhythm, and when Yin Feilong was shocked in his heart, a cheerful shout came from the upper floor: "The Linjiao swordsman has been defeated, and it took ten breaths!" ”

"Hahaha, defeated, defeated! I won! Ladies and gentlemen, this young man has broken through the thirty-first layer and stepped into a new level, and it takes no more than ten breaths of time, hahaha, I am willing to gamble and lose, and I will accept these silver coins! ”

A clever young man stuffed a thick stack of golden tickets into his arms, and then arched his hand towards the rich and wealthy people around him, and said with a hippie smile: "Then the next one is whether this one can go all the way to the forty-first layer, and the time of each game is less than ten breaths, the kid is still sitting in the village, you are optimistic, buy it and leave!" ”

"Humph! There is also a finger in the back to capture Tang Hefeng, thunder and slash Zhang Hongcai, I don't believe this kid can do it! ”

"That's it!"

A group of people rushed forward in a noisy, and no one cared about the gloomy Huifeng Sword and Horn Knife, in their eyes, money and the next kind of master's battle was the most important and eye-catching, loser? The dignity and grief of the loser is not to be paid any attention.

That's how this world is.

"That little brother~"

At this time, a clear but tired voice sounded, the young man sitting in the village paused slightly, turned around, and saw that Yin Feilong, the Huifeng Sword, was looking at him, so he showed a smile, arched his hand and asked, "It's Mr. Yin, I don't know what happened to the Huifeng Sword to stop the kid?" Don't you have to bet too? ”

"Well, ......"

Yin Feilong reached into his arms, took out five golden tickets with extraordinary aura, and untied an ink-colored Qingxin jade pendant from his waist, paused, lifted the incomparable long sword in his hand, and pressed heavily on these things.

"Full pressure."

"Ah...... Oooh! ”

The young man was stunned for several breaths before he came back to his senses, he couldn't help but be frightened, each of the five golden tickets in front of him can be exchanged for a set of the most luxurious mansion in any city in the world, let the most gentle and amiable Oiran there do the most disgusting and inferior things in the world for you, that pure heart jade is enough to make the Taoist monk greedy, and the sword is cast by the contemporary craftsman Ou Yezi when he was young, and there are countless young swordsmen who are willing to die generously for this sword!

This is really a big bet, the young man saw sweat on his forehead, and said with a smile: "It's really arrogant, Mr. Yin wants to bet him on defeat, right?" Boy, I've got you covered......"

"Wrong."

The young man was stunned, and the palm of the swordsman in front of him pressed on his wrist holding the pen, and with a strong force, the palm moved away, and the pen fell from the first grid to the third square, the first is defeat, the second is victory, and the third is ...... There was a sound of gasping air around, Yin Feilong let go of his palm and said slowly:

"I'll beat him to win."

"Forty-one floors, each floor is no more than ten breaths."

Gambling is always an enduring problem in the world, where everyone is full of self-confidence, they never believe that they will lose, the more they lose, the more this paranoid self-confidence becomes, until the final tragedy comes, the original confident and exuberant gambler will want to be pulled off the backbone of the soft fall into despair.

When the long sword in Chu Lie's palm was pulled out in the sixth breath, the fist gloves on the opposite side were separated by the seventh breath, and the long sword broke through the air, and after the majestic body half-knelt on the ground at the tenth breath, the hundredth floor of the Kui Xing Tower, where he could pick up the stars, almost turned into purgatory, and countless people wailed and cursed, stomped their feet and cried, and they did not look so calm and calm when they were outside.

Yin Feilong stood on the thirtieth floor in a daze, he pressed the game with unimaginable intuition, and then timidly withdrew, only this time allowed him to obtain more wealth than before, the sword was still on his waist, there should have been a knife, a better knife than his sword, but now it was replaced by a hand, the left hand of the Linjiao swordsman.

He exchanged one hand for the saber he lost, and Yin Feilong lost a good sword, but he was very happy in his heart, because he had taken revenge, and in the foreseeable future, this revenge could be more enjoyable. The Linjiao swordsman is equally satisfied, because he has exchanged for his own sword, and for the swordsman and the swordsman, the weapon is life and must not be abandoned.

Yin Feilong originally agreed with this sentence, he thought so, but he felt that everyone could be a gambler, after all, if a gambler has red eyes, even his life can be pressed.

Even Yin Feilong was so happy that he only pressed one game, and the shadow of failure disappeared so happily that the dealer didn't want to laugh crazy, but when Chu Lie went up to the pavilion above the hundred floors, he found that he was still thinking too naïve and too simple.

Hui Feng and Chang, the young man who should be high-spirited stood respectfully aside, and on the right seat sat a middle-aged man in green clothes, gentle and elegant, gently playing with the strange treasure in his hand, and his feet were piled up with special golden tickets that exuded aura, hearing the voice, looking at him with a smile, that gentle face revealed some unfathomable shadows at this time.

"You're here......"

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