Sha Yuwei glared at Wei Su, threw out a storage bag casually, and said with an unhappy face: "Why don't you go quickly?"

"Wow, two million. The little fat man Wei Su picked up the storage bag with an excited face and ran in the direction of Nangong Li.

"Old General Nangong, one in the ring is your son, and the other is the son of the current lord of Xuanye Kingdom, how much do you want to press them to win?" Wei Su stood in front of Nangong Li, rubbing his hands, his chubby face and eyes narrowed together, with a treacherous look.

If Wei Su was not Sha Yuwei's disciple, if Wei Su was not a closed disciple of Fu Chuang of Ziwei Pavilion, Nangong Li would slap him to death without hesitation, and even if he couldn't slap him to death, he would have to loosen his muscles and bones to teach him a lesson.

Thinking of doing it, Nangong Li raised his palm and was about to fall, when a cold snort suddenly came from the opposite side. I saw Sha Yuwei's cold face, and I don't know when a fifth-order formation jumped around her fingers again. Looking at it like that, Nangong Li's palm didn't need to fall on Wei Su, and the formation of Sha Yuwei's fingertips could fall on him.

Wei Su looked at Nangong Li's raised palm, and looked ignorant: "Old General Nangong, what are you doing here? Do you want to bet on the Yuan Stone for me? Then you don't have to raise your hand for so long? Do you want to give me a lot? Ten million? Okay, okay, I'll write it down for you." ”

Nangong snorted and threw out 10 million medium-grade yuan stones, unwilling to entangle with Wei Su again, for fear that Wei Su would make some moths again.

In the end, with Wei Su's disdainful efforts, he finally got a bet of 50 million from Nangong Li's side, and even Yin Tianyou, who was in the ring, gave himself 20 million.

Returning behind Sha Yuwei, Wei Su grinned and yelled at Mo Han: "Mo Han, now that the market is open to ten, you can start fighting, remember not to beat them too hard, just beat them up, we can do business next time." ”

Yin Tianyou spewed out a mouthful of blood on the stage, staring at Mo Han with two eyes and wanting to breathe fire, ready to vent all his resentment against Wei Su on Mo Han.

"Son of a. Yin Tianyou looked at Mo Han angrily, he had long wanted to make a move, but after Mo Han came to the stage, he stood silently, without making a move or talking about starting, watching Wei Su collect all the bets before turning his attention to them. As the prince of the Xuanye Kingdom, Yin Tianyou still has to maintain the reputation of the royal family and show the generosity of the royal family in public, so he has been reluctant to strike first, let alone do anything about sneak attacks.

At this time, with the words of Wei Su in the audience, Yin Tianyou wanted to start immediately after saying two cruel words, and the gunfight was the first opportunity, but he never thought that he was interrupted by Mo Han as soon as he said two words.

"You two go up together. ”

Mo Han's voice was not loud, but with a confident and downright chill that everyone could hear clearly.

There was no ridicule, no laughter, even Yin Tianyou, who hated Mo Han to the core, was rarely silent when he heard this, did not fight back, and silently moved closer to Nangong Xiong, ready to work together to take down Mo Han.

Everyone in the ring looked at Mo Han and the three of them silently, without speaking, and even the atmosphere seemed to have become a little depressed because of what Mo Han said just now. The cultivation is as low as the chill in Mo Han's words, and the cultivation is as high as Sha Yuwei, Nangong Li and the others frowned, looking at Mo Han, wanting to see something from Mo Han. But it seems that there is no result, and I can only suppress my doubts in the bottom of my heart.

Mo Han looked at the Yin Tianyou Nangong Xiong and the two gathered together, a trace of killing intent flashed in his eyes, and he did not use the talisman seal that Wei Su gave him to disgust, nor did he use the assassination method he was best at to take the initiative to attack. Instead, he stood in place, holding the killing blade high above his head, and gradually began to gather momentum.

Mo Han didn't want to drag on this battle for too long, he wanted to decide the victory and defeat quickly, and since then he has established his prestige on the Withered Leaf Continent, letting others know that it is best to weigh whether he can pay the price of his life before provoking himself.

Nangong Xiong looked at Mo Han who was standing in place and screamed badly, because not long ago, Mo Han used the same trick to brutally kill all his guards and followers in the woods. Although he was very hard in his heart and determined, once he remembered the scene after Mo Han's torture and killing, he was still frightened.

"Your Highness, it's not good, he wants to use the 'blood of the killing blade to fall to the earth', once he is done gathering momentum, both of us will have to die here today, stop him quickly. A trace of fear flashed in Nangong Xiong's eyes, and then he was replaced by ruthlessness.

"Give you a chance to come up with your most powerful moves, or you can go to Hades. When you get there, remember to tell Hades, my name is the other side. Mo Han's eyes were red, and his whole body was wrapped in a layer of dark red aura, standing on the stage like a bloody man, his voice was flat and indifferent. It was as if the two human lives were like animals in his eyes, and they would not cause him any mood swings.

"Ah, what's wrong with Mo Han?" Xiao stared at Mo Han, who was like a bloody man, and let out an exclamation and jumped up from the spot.

Qi Ling Weisu also looked at Mo Han with a solemn face, his face full of worry.

"The Killing Blade has been a great weapon since ancient times, and every time it is born, it will bring blood and bloody corpses all over the field. Since its birth, no one has been able to truly control it, and anyone who uses it has been killed by it after completing the killing mission. Mo Han's cultivation is still low, no matter what method he uses to urge the killing blade, the backlash is there. He is now in the illusion of killing with a killing blade, if he can't get out, maybe Mo Han who killed the two of them will also die. Sha Yuwei finally put away her laughing and playing mentality, staring at Mo Han on the stage without blinking, ready to rescue at any time.

Concerned about it, Xiao Ning hurriedly ran over and grabbed Sha Yuwei's arm: "Sister Yuwei, stop Mo Han quickly, don't let him do it, he will die." ”

As soon as Sha Yuwei pointed at Xiao Ning's forehead, Xiao Ning's body slowly fell, and Qi Ling, who was standing behind Sha Yuwei, hurriedly took it.

"Every time the Killing Blade is born, it will only recognize one master before completing the killing task, and it will only recognize the owner again until the killing task is dead. He can only survive this level by himself, and no one can help him. Sha Yuwei looked at Mo Han with blame and worry in her eyes, and there was a touch of inexplicable excitement, yes, excitement.

Since ancient times, the Killing Blade has never had a true owner, and it has never fully recovered on the Dead Leaf Continent. Not long ago, Mo Han had already used the Killing Blade once, and when they met, Sha Yuwei had quietly used the secret method to probe Mo Han's cultivation and vitality, and he had not suffered any damage, but the evil qi emitted by the Killing Blade continued to nourish Mo Han's body, making it a little stronger than before. Therefore, Sha Yuwei didn't have too much to worry about the backlash of the Killing Blade, mainly because she was afraid that Mo Han's cultivation would be low, her will would not be firm enough, and she would sink into the killing of the Killing Blade Illusion.

"Come, child, take my hand, I will take you far away, to see the wider world, to find your dreams, to follow in the footsteps of your father and mother, to reunite the family, and I will sweep away all obstacles that stand in front of you. Come, child, hold my hand, I can give you everything you want. In the blood-colored space of the Killing Blade, a young man in blood-colored clothes looked at Mo Han with a gentle face, stretched out a white palm towards Mo Han, and the voice full of magnetic magic kept repeating the same sentence.

Mo Han sneered, and after a short period of distraction, his eyes regained their brilliance: "If I hold your hand, will I sink from now on, be controlled by you, become a tool for your killing, and finally be cruelly absorbed by your cultivation and vitality to restore yourself, the great instrument spirit exists, am I right?" ”

The blood-clothed young man was shocked, as if he didn't believe that there were still people in the space under his absolute control who could withstand his temptation.

"Great machine spirit existence, what's wrong with you, don't you believe the fact that I'm sober?" Mo Han looked at the stunned blood-clothed young man, and a wicked smile rose on the corner of his mouth.

"No, no, it's impossible, how can you get out of my control!" The blood-clothed young man glared at Mo Han and subconsciously took a few steps back, as if he had thought of something terrible.

"Great machine spirit beings, I know that you are the master of this place, and you have also regarded this place as your personal space for so many years. But you seem to have forgotten something, so let me remind you that you are only a machine spirit, and I am your master. The evil intent at the corner of Mo Han's mouth became more and more intense, and the whole person exuded a strong anger.

The blood-clothed young man's face suddenly became gloomy, when the killing blade has no master, or when the owner of the killing blade does not have absolute strength, he is the absolute master here. In the past, those who were killed and confessed to their Lords were tempted and sunk by it with various interests, and finally became the nourishment for its recovery. Even if a few people saw through its plot, they were eventually killed by it because of its control of the space.

This time it did not expect that a mere ant would dare to argue with it, and it would never allow such an existence. Moreover, for some reason, it felt a strong crisis on Mo Han, which made it even more determined to wipe Mo Han out of this world here and now.

Mo Han looked at the machine spirit's constantly rolling eyes and said softly, "I know that you really want to erase me from this world now, but I advise you not to do stupid things. You have been badly injured, and although you have been killing to repair yourself all these years, it has only stopped the injury from getting worse. Once I erase what remains of your will, do you think you can still exist? ”

The machine spirit was stunned, and its heart fluctuated, it was not sure if Mo Han guessed or really knew its current state, because everything Mo Han said was true. It didn't dare to gamble, so it compromised.

Before Mo Han left, he smiled disdainfully at the machine spirit, and with a wave of his hand, a white mist appeared in the blood-colored space, wrapping the blood-colored youth incarnated by the machine spirit: "Don't play illusion in front of me in the future, because my illusionary ancestor - the Great Dream Heart Sutra, Nanke Three Dreams." ”