The cold voice fell in front of the counter, and the surroundings were suddenly silent, and everyone's eyes were like seeing a fool, and they opened their mouths slightly and couldn't believe that someone had taken 50,000 gold coins to bet on the three-eyed death bet. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

You must know that 50,000 gold coins is not a small amount, and if it falls on ordinary people, you can live for several lifetimes, and the mysterious person in front of you is all betting on the death bet, and it is also betting on the three-eyed body whose strength is obviously stronger than that of the scorpion.

After all, people who can have such financial resources and courage are definitely not ordinary people.

Looking at the counter beauty who was slightly surprised by his words, Jiuchen shook his hand: "Hurry up, do you want me to say it a second time?"

Hearing this, the beautiful woman at the counter hurriedly smiled and said, "I'm sorry, my lord, I'll handle it for you right away." ”

Immediately, he took the black gold card in Jiuchen's hand with both hands, deducted 50,000 gold coins, and after a little registration, he respectfully handed the gold card back to Jiuchen, and there was also a black card.

The beauty at the counter said respectfully: "My lord, this is a bet card, which is marked with a death bet of 50,000 gold coins, because the odds of the three-eyed death bet in this game are twenty to one, as long as the three-eyed death in the game, you will win one million gold coins." ”

Jiuchen nodded, took the two cards, and left the betting counter directly.

Watching Jiuchen leave, for a while, the people in front of the counter looked at each other, especially the fat man who bet on the scorpion before, his face turned yellow, if it wasn't for the identity of the black-robed man, he really wanted to hate this person.

The fat man said loudly: "This adult is so generous, if you don't go over and have a look together, I don't believe that Three-Eyes will be killed by that scorpion who can't even hold a weapon." ”

After the fat man finished speaking with a little disberence, he directly stood up with a big belly and walked to the competition ring between the three eyes and the scorpion.

When everyone heard this, they were also curious, and they all followed, after all, Three-Eyes is not a good thing to mess with, because no one who has competed with him has walked out of the ring alive recently, and because of this, many martial artists who participated in the competition were afraid of being arranged to be in a group with the three-eyed god of killing, so now there are people betting on Three-Eyed Death, and they have to go over to take a look.

As everyone walked towards the ring where the scorpion was, the crowd grew larger and larger, and in the end, it was not at all weaker than the size of several medium-sized rings.

"This is the three-eyed rival scorpion, why is it dressed so strangely?"

"Yes, except for dressing up a little strangely, there is nothing special, how can it be the opponent of the Three Eyes. ”

"No, you see that the black scythe in her hand is a little strange, like the scythe of the god of death in the Spirit Weapon Pavilion?"

"How is it possible, that Death's scythe is more than 100,000 gold coins, and it is said to weigh a thousand catties, and it can't be held at all. ”

......

Around the ring, there was a commotion, and the scorpion's strange outfit and her huge black scythe made the newcomers very curious.

Looking at the sudden increase in so many people next to the ring, Jiuchen raised his eyebrows, and without his unintentional move, he actually attracted a large number of people.

However, at this time, he didn't bother to pay attention to the people around him, because the situation of the scorpion in the ring was not very good.

The scorpion held the black sickle, and under the black robe, her palms were constantly trembling, and the strength in her body was already running out.

Opposite her, Sanyan held a machete and showed a sensible smile: "Little rookie, I will give you two ways to die now, one is that you cut it off by yourself, so that I don't do it, and the other is that I cut off your hands and feet, so that your life is worse than death." ”

Looking at the three-eyed smile, many people shuddered, it was not a normal person's smile at all, it was the devil's smile.

However, the words of the three eyes fell, but the scorpion on the opposite side remained silent, as if his words were taken as air.

Sanyan's face gradually became gloomy, since the beginning of the competition, the scorpion has not said a word, no matter how he provokes, the latter seems to have no temper, and he doesn't pay attention to it at all, making him unpredictable, if ordinary people are already angry, how can they be so calm like her.

"Pretend to be a ghost, and when I cut off your hands, I want to see where you are sacred. Licking the tip of his tongue, he grabbed the three-eyed machete and rushed straight towards the scorpion.

Under the black robe, the scorpion's face was pale, looking at the three eyes rushing over, she gritted her teeth and picked up the black sickle, the three eyes were very fast, and suddenly came in front of her, the machete was raised, like the momentum of opening a mountain, and suddenly cut down on her head.

Seeing the machete cut from the top of her head, the scorpion said that it was too late, and then quickly, one squatted, swung the black sickle forward, and the machete fell, and when it sounded, an impact made her throat sweet, and a trace of blood overflowed from the corner of her mouth.

Seeing that he didn't succeed in a knife, the green meridians of his three-eyed hands surged, and the power of the ten meridians suddenly filled his body, and the machete was like a flying arrow, cutting out continuously, he wanted to see how many knives she could carry.

One knife, two knives.

With the first two knives, the scorpion barely carried it with the weight of the black sickle.

Three knives, four knives.

Holding the black scythe, the scorpion kept retreating.

Five knives, six knives.

has been forced into the corner of the ring.

The seventh knife, the black sickle, fell to the ground with a bang.

When the eighth knife was cut down, under the black robe, the scorpion had already shown a desperate look.

"Am I really dying here?"