The eighth master's face was solemn, and it could be seen from the oppressive force transmitted by the knife in the air that the power of this knife was not so good. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

However, the other party is very strong, but his eighth master is not in vain!

Mobilizing the strength of his whole body, the muscles of his arms swelled instantly, and soon rose to the thickness of his thighs! The blood vessels were squeezed to the surface of his arms, and they were hideous and terrifying.

The strength and blood qi, including the few spiritual qi, were all infused into the knife in his hand, and the terrifying power formed a layer of white qi outside the knife.

"Since you are a wave, I will break the waves! This knife is called a broken wave!"

The eighth master roared, and the knife in his hand came out from top to bottom, slashing straight at Wang Laoba.

The corners of Yang Yan's mouth twitched, and he flew up and dodged backwards. I'm afraid that I will be affected by the aftermath of the battle!

When the layers of sword qi and the white waves of sword qi and the sharp gang qi touched, a dazzling red light erupted! Then, a violent explosion occurred in the center of the battle, and the fierce wind that set off blew Shura A, B, and C all three of them upside down.

A hint of fishy sweetness spread through the air.

That's the breath of blood!

Yang Yan narrowed his eyes, trying to make his gaze pass through the thick sand that had been lifted, but in vain. The only thing I could see was two blurred figures, and I couldn't even distinguish my arms and thighs!

At this time, releasing the divine consciousness is simply looking for death!

The aftermath of the battle from the collision of the Scattered Immortal Powerhouse with all his strength was enough to shatter Yang Yan's divine sense. After all, the gap in cultivation is too big, and there is an immortal position between them, which is like the gap between heaven and earth!

"Who won exactly?!"

This is the problem in everyone's head, but no one dares to probe it.

That's disrespect for the strong, and it's stupid.

The aftermath of the battle of the scattered immortals is likely to destroy the fighting spirit of the cultivators, who are really lying down and getting shot!

Soon, the smoke cleared. The two figures also gradually appeared.

The Eighth Master's knife shattered, and the fragments were deeply inserted into his body, one on his arm, three on his stomach, one on his neck, and one on his left eye!

Wang Laoba's knife was also broken.

Only he was even more miserable, four pieces of the fragments were stuck deep in his face, and he was blind in both eyes. At the same time, there was also a huge wound on his body, from the shoulder to the lower span, the tender red flesh rolled outward, and drops of blood gurgled out along the wound and dripped on the ground.

It was clear to see that many of his internal organs had been cut in half.

The heart has been cut open, and the beating amplitude has been reduced! When it stops beating completely, the old Shura will also die.

"Ahem, ahem...... You won!" Wang Laoba stretched out his hand and touched the wound on his body tremblingly, spitting blood.

"Poof!"

The eighth master also spurted out a mouthful of blood.

Although he almost cut the opponent into two pieces with a single knife, he also suffered extremely serious internal injuries under the wave of the opponent.

"Next time...... I'll kill you!"

After saying these words with great difficulty, Wang Laoba's head tilted and died.

The eighth master laughed loudly, and was arrogant: "Hahaha! I'll wait! I can kill you this time, and I can still kill you next time the eighth master, and it will be easier!"

The surrounding onlookers were all excited, and they stood up and cheered: "The Eighth Master has won!

Compared with the excitement of these people, the Shura who was dart was bitter and didn't speak.

According to the rules, since the eighth master has won, then they can move a large number of resources. These are all losses of betting, after all, the resources handed in are fixed, and if you can save a little along the way, your pocket will be a little fuller!

But it's the rule, the unwritten rule.

There's no way, who doesn't have a second scattered immortal in their camp! If there is, then this rule has to be changed! Take as much as you take and get me back! I'll cut you if you don't have it!

Yang Yan followed the large army, happily carrying all kinds of supplies, and from time to time he also loaded his storage magic weapon into it. The action is secretive, and no one notices.

While pretending, Yang Yan sighed, why is it all a pile of rags?

Don't have anything of value?

Alas, it's a poor country!

With a sigh on his mouth, he was three points faster in his hand. Everything you get your eye on is put into storage.

If you don't take it for nothing, you won't take it for nothing!

The group took almost half of the things on the war beast, more than ever. Every Shura grinned.

According to the rules, they can't take so much! Because there is a scattered immortal in their own team, and the scattered immortal is too strong! An ordinary Shura is not an opponent at all!

Therefore, although the team with scattered immortals can take away a lot of resources, it is definitely not allowed to exceed the limit. And the only way is to have a strong player in the dart team who is scattered or even more powerful!

Then, defeat him!

Use your own strength to prove that you are qualified to take these resources!

The eighth master coughed up a few more mouthfuls of blood, dark red, which had coagulated into blood clots. It was a bruise in his body, which was now drained.

"You won this time!" The leader of the dart team glanced at Wang Laoba, who had died, and the corner of his eyes twitched fiercely, he died a scattered immortal, and he was probably finished when he went back.

I'm not afraid to be killed, but if I am demoted, it will be very bad!

Unless......

"Eighth Master, I don't know if you would like to come to our Blood Killing City Capital Protectorate to make offerings? We can provide you with a lot of cultivation resources, you can also take on some tasks, and you can also get resources!"

The eighth master glanced at him, stood up, shook off his broken knife, and then walked in the direction of the town step by step.

His answer was already succinct.

The leader of the darts team sighed, he had already guessed the outcome. The temper of the eighth master is notoriously stubborn around here.

I dart three times, and every time I had to recruit the eighth master here, but I didn't succeed once.

"Gotta count me unlucky!"

Those donkey-like war beasts were very smart, and they also saw the battle of the eighth master and knew who had won. At this moment, they all jumped up and ran out.

"Aung Aung Ang!"

Yang Yan's side also ran out screaming, and when he came to the front of him, he found that Yang Yan did not have a large bag of resources around him, and he immediately became anxious.

opened his mouth and shouted at Yang Yan, and then stretched his neck vigorously to the side of the dart team. In the end, seeing that Yang Yan was indifferent, the donkey's mouth burst out, and he actually went into battle in person.

The Shura stared at a donkey that ran to the war beast of the dart team, bit the largest bag with his mouth, and dragged it back.

The corners of one Shura's eyes twitched.

Damn it!

Forget it if people bully us! Even a donkey of yours dares to bully us? What a bully we are!

Thinking about it, he came up to stop it, but as soon as he stretched out his hand to pull the bag back, the donkey was in a hurry!

That Shura didn't expect this donkey to dare to attack him, and he was caught off guard and was kicked into the Yang Gate. Suddenly, his expression stiffened.

The mouth opened unconsciously, but he couldn't make a sound, and his body slowly shortened, but he bent down.

"Aung Aung Aang!!"

The war donkey folded its legs and stood proudly, looking up to the sky and roaring.

The corners of Yang Yan's mouth twitched, it hurts to look at it.

The other Shura were dumbfounded, and the injured were already on the ground.

Seeing that the faces of these people around him were not good, the war donkey was suddenly a little scared, bit the bag and trotted all the way, and ran behind Yang Yan, only then did he poke his head out and look at the remaining bags unwillingly.

Yang Yan got on the donkey casually and kicked the little donkey's stomach.

"Drive!"

The war donkey understood, turned around and ran.

If you don't run now, when?

The harvest this time is unimaginable. At least three times more than before!

In other words, each person can get more than three times as many resources as before!

This is all the credit of the Eighth Master! If he hadn't defeated the old man in the Scattered Immortal Realm, how could he have obtained so many things?

The most intuitive manifestation of ecstasy is that there are many people playing with their lives on the street.

One person has a knife, and he will stab whoever he sees!

Yang Yan was dumbfounded, he didn't understand the way they celebrated at all, it was too weird!

Shura Jia explained to Yang Yan and said, "Because these people have already accumulated enough cultivation resources. Their resources are enough for them to break through to the peak of the Ascension Realm! The Scattered Immortal Realm is not something that can be broken through with resources, so they have to die now and cultivate in the best state!"

Yang Yan suddenly realized. And then envy.,This skill that can be archived is a bit perverted!

Shura Yi looked at those Shura who were excited and began to draw knives, and said with some worry: "I don't know what happened to the eighth master!

Shura Bing got off the donkey, grinned, and drew his knife as well.

"Can I kill him at this time?"

Shura A and Shura B glanced at each other, then looked at Shura Bing, who was a little excited, and sighed at the same time.

Yang Yan blinked, he felt that something might be going to happen

Sure enough, a minute later, Shura Bing was attacked and fell to the ground, dead without blinking.

"Brother, get a good night's sleep!" Shura B squatted down and helped Shura B close his eyes.

"May the Almighty King Shura bless you to wake up!" said Shura Jia with his hands folded and pretended to pray.

Yang Yan: "......"

Time is the most difficult to calculate in the Shura Path.

The originally lively town suddenly quieted down, making it a little difficult for Yang Yan to adapt.

I don't know how long has passed since the robbery came back. Anyway, when Yang Yan woke up, there were very few people on the street.

According to Shura Jia, the vast majority of Shura have entered a state of retreat and cultivation. And the eighth master has not come out, it seems that he has gained something in the battle, and he is in retreat at the moment.

After thinking about it, Yang Yan took out his mobile phone and found a number. After a moment's hesitation, he dialed it out.

"Dut...... Toot ......"

"Hello, who's going on?"

After two rings, the phone picked up, and a warm voice came from the microphone.

Yang Yan's mind unconsciously appeared in a white-clothed, turbid figure of the best son, gently shaking the paper fan, with a smile on the corner of his mouth.

"Hello, I'm looking for a plan!" Yang Yan said.

"I am, are you?" the other party was a little puzzled.

"I'm a human being, and I have some things to discuss with you, and I'm in Shura Dao, I wonder if Your Excellency has time to meet?"