"It's... What happened to that deacon of the Purple Peak Gate? Didn't he move just now? Why did he suddenly become like this!"

"It's so painful to look at him, what is he going through?"

"Is this the after-effect of the black glow that the pawnshop brother just shot out? What the hell is that? It's terrifying!"

"This is a four-star spirit master, a high-flying existence! I didn't expect that he couldn't even touch the corner of the pawnshop brother's clothes, so he became like this. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 info Brother Pawnshop is really a strong man, a legendary existence!"

............

Most of the onlookers looked at Yan Shan blankly, and their eyes showed pity. There are also some teenagers whose eyes stay on Chu Bei's body, with a look of adoration on their faces.

"Brother Yan, what's wrong with you?"

Looking at Yan Shan, whose pupils were bloodshot, Xiao Ke quickly glanced at Chu Bei and asked.

"What the hell did you kid do to me!"

Yan Shan ignored Xiao Ke and stared at Chu Bei with straight eyes, his expression painfully distorted.

"Do you feel that your qi is weak and weak, your spiritual power is uncontrollable, and the abnormal pain all over your body is like being pricked by countless needles?"

Chu Bei did not answer Yan Shan's question, but clasped his hands in front of his chest, showing a playful expression.

Hearing Chu Bei's words, Yan Shan's eyes froze, revealing fierceness.

"Brother Yan, is everything as he said?"

Sikong Men's brows furrowed, he, like Yan Shan, was also attacked by the other party.

Yan Shan turned his head to look at Sikong Men, nodded, and was about to say something, when his body suddenly twitched, followed by a mouthful of black blood spurting out of his mouth.

As time passed, Yan Shan's expression distorted and became more and more exaggerated, and his cheeks were purple and terrifying, too terrifying.

"Brother Sikong, 10 million.... Don't be spiritual...."

Yan Shan trembled his lips, his mouth was hesitant, reminding Sikong Ming that before he finished speaking, the latter had already taken a big step forward.

"Take what is inside of us!"

Sikong Men clenched his fists, glared at Chu Bei fiercely, and roared.

"Don't get excited, calm down, or you'll be like your companions. ”

Facing the cold gaze of his boss Kong Mensen, Chu Bei shrugged his shoulders and smiled faintly.

Sikong Men took a deep breath: "You... You kid, you're too rampant!"

Chu Bei didn't pay any attention to the angry Sikong Men, turned his head to look at Yan Shan, who was wailing, and calmly raised three fingers: "You originally had seven days, but judging by your current appearance, there should only be three days left." You should be thankful that this pain is phased, not continuous, and there will be a buffer period when you get through this wave. “

"Three days, what do you mean?"

Yan Shan's pupils shrank, his brows furrowed deeply, and he forced himself to look at Chu Bei in pain, asking the meaning of his words.

"Three days, this is the last time you survive. If you urge the spiritual power in your body again, this time will continue to shorten!" Chu Bei straightened his clothes and his expression was calm.

"No.... No way! I'm not in the same body, I wonder how a five-star spirit master can easily die on that little thing in your hands!"

Hearing Chu Bei's words, before Yan Shan could speak, Sikong Men's state was already almost crazy, his expression was extremely hideous, and his eyes looking at Chu Bei were full of ruthless and murderous intent.

"If you don't believe me, you can just give it a try. ”

Chu Beifu smiled, looked at Sikong Men with a playful expression, stretched out his arm and hooked his fingers.

"Even if you die, you kid will die before me!"

The cold voice fell, Sikong Men twisted his neck, let out a long breath, and then pulled out the saber at his waist and slammed it into the bluestone brick.

The next moment, his face tightened, his eyes stared straight at Chu Bei, and he let out a loud shout.

With the roar of Sikong Gate, his right foot stomped on the ground, and the long knife stuck in the ground shook violently, and the crisp sound of the knife resounded.

Immediately afterward, a large number of cyclones began to appear around its body, and countless raging winds howled up.

"Brother Sikong, no.... Don't, hurry... Stop!"

Yan Shan on the side noticed the surging breath of Sikong Gate, endured the pain, and shouted intermittently.

However, at this moment, Sikong Men seemed to be stimulated, not only did he not stop, but he also took out a purple-red round pill from his arms.

At the entrance of the pill, the whistling cyclone outside Sikong Gate's body grew stronger again, and the long knife on the ground trembled more and more.

The guests who were watching around glanced at the bluestone bricks that had been lifted up at the foot of Sikong Gate, and retreated one after another while showing fear, staring at the situation in the field.

Compared with the guests, Chu Bei was still calm and calm, and the corners of his mouth were slightly raised, as if he was waiting for something.

As time passed, the whistling sound of the cyclone raging outside Sikong Gate's body continued to rise until it reached its peak, and the long knife in front of him trembled even more, and the tip of the knife faintly began to burst out with a slender wind blade.

"It's so strong! Is this the true strength of a five-star spirit master!"

"From such a distance, you can feel the aura released by him, you really deserve to be the top ten deacons of the Purple Peak Gate!"

"Can the pawnshop brother hold on? The other party has used such a big killing move, why is he still so calm?"

......

Just as Sikong Men drew his knife, all the guests squirmed their throats, staring at the field without blinking, their hearts tense.

Leng Ao and Leng Shen on the east side of the lobby door, their eyes were straight, full of anticipation.

As for Mo Qingwu and Leng Yuening on the west side of the lobby door, after seeing Sikong Men go crazy, a look of worry rose on their faces.

"Ground Split!"

As everyone waited, Sikong Men shouted, then pressed down with both hands and firmly grasped the hilt of the knife, and then raised the long knife from the ground and raised it above his head.

"Bang bang bang!"

Huo Ran, just as the long knife raised by Sikong Men was about to slash down towards Chu Beili, a burst of roar sounded in his body.

Immediately afterwards, under the attention of everyone, Sikong Men's clothes outside his body exploded as if they had been subjected to an external force.

"Poof, poof...."

Mouthfuls of black blood spurted out of Sikong Gate's mouth, pouring into the sky.

Poof!

The sound of heavy landing sounded, and Sikong Men's originally tense body suddenly collapsed and fell to the ground.

"Brother Sikong!"

Sensing the strange situation of Sikong Gate, Xiao Ke and Huang Zong flashed towards the former at the same time, with an anxious look on their faces.

As for Yan Shan, he couldn't bear to glance at the direction where Sikong Gate was, and sighed heavily with helplessness.

The onlookers looked at the collapsed door in the middle of the field, and at the same time fell into a state of stupor, as if they had not yet reacted.

After all, the momentum of the other party in the last second can be described as in full swing, but at this outbreak, it suddenly changed and fell down.

All of this turned so fast that their brains couldn't keep up.

For a while, all the guests looked at each other, and the venue fell silent.